But Ji Jue didn't dodge as she expected.

Instead, he looked straight at her.

Decisively nodded.

"As everyone knows, we craftsmen all cherish life and have ample experience.

Besides my research in the Vortex System, I'm also a certified resident physician at Quancheng Hospital, with extensive experience in emergency rescue and well-received reviews. In addition, I also acquired a certificate in trauma first aid!"

He answered as if it was a matter of course, earnestly and seriously, "Sister Wen, don't avoid seeing a doctor if you're unwell. If you're willing to check—"

The words came to an abrupt halt.

A delicately petite fist was already raised, swaying in front of his eyes.

As if greeting him.

"Is that so?"

Wen Wen's smile remained: "Then do you want to have a chat with it?"

"...I'd rather not."

Ji Jue raised his hands, pressing down her fist, forcing a smile, and got up to leave, "My intuition just told me that you are very healthy, a punch can kill a doctor plus a craftsman, so the check-ups can wait for another day."

Wen Wen chuckled softly, watching Ji Jue leave.

"Little rascal—"

For a long time, she couldn't help but let out a silent sigh.

In the silence, she raised her head and looked at the full-length mirror in the corner, the shattered figure in the reflection also looking at her, laughing sardonically.

How long can you deceive him?

The broken reflection seemed to admire its deceitful form through the looking glass, mocking and asking: Wen Wen, how long can you continue deceiving yourself?

As long as you are alive, you will inevitably cause disaster and become the thing he despises the most...

Wen Wen remained indifferent, simply lifted the bottle on the table, tilted her head back, and drank the last bit of intoxication.

She did not avoid the reflection's form, only gave a slight smile.

"Then let it be when I'm dead."

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After closing the door, Ji Jue walked as usual, calmly walking away.

Only, in the silence of the corridor, his expression gradually grew somber.

There's definitely something wrong!

Just when he was stitching Wen Wen up, he could feel the subtle abnormalities under the flickering spiritual, and the discordance and rift within the soul.

It's a pity, right under her nose, spiritual erosion couldn't be done silently, it could only be limited to the wound area.

Even if he insists on treatment, it would only provoke her vigilance and resistance.

It's unfortunate, if it were outside, he could have surreptitiously installed cameras, asked her remote control and TV through Mechanical Descent, worst-case scenario, he could lure her into the workshop...

"Hey, young man, your expression looks dangerous."

Laughter filled with jest rang out, Bao Dacai grinned, examining the young fellow craftsman: "Are you pondering some terrifying thoughts?"

"Tsk..."

Ji Jue shot him a glance, and with a bad mood said, "Yeah, thinking about how to take you out and claim Marvelous Alchemy as my own."

"You want to learn? I'll teach you! I guarantee I'll share everything, without any reservations." Bao Dacai's eyes sparkled, seemingly eager, "Come on, there's nothing to lose, I guarantee you'll master it in no time! Let's start right away..."

"Forget it."

Ji Jue shook his head, he truly didn't want to waste effort on a craft that would surely remain alien to him.

Not counting the mysterious things of You Sui, just Fluid Alchemy and the Nine Models were enough for him to study for a dozen years, why incur a favor from Old Deng for no reason?

"So cold and indifferent."

Old Deng scratched his chin, sighing regretfully: "After all these days of running back and forth for you, I thought there could be some kind of... oh, right, friendship and bond, isn't that what young folks say these days?"

"Friendship? Bond? Among craftsmen?"

Ji Jue raised an eyebrow, incredulous: "Are you serious?"

"Marvelous Alchemy isn't as ruthless as Modern Alchemy; it values a childlike heart full of innocence and a gentle kind-hearted soul. Long live love and peace!"

Bao Dacai gave a thumbs up and praised: "To be honest, I could instantly tell you're definitely a good seedling!"

Ji Jue almost burst out laughing: "What part of me is innocent, gentle, and kind?"

"No matter how cold-hearted a person is, there's always a warm place inside ~" Old Deng's smile grew increasingly obtrusive, "If you don't try, how would you know the other side of yourself?"

"Sorry, my other self tells me that eyes that don't work can be sold second-hand, it has neither love nor peace."

He was already regretting the conversation about Marvelous Alchemy with this guy.

Once the topic started, Old Deng was like a sticky candy, relentlessly persistent, nearly shoving a book of secret techniques into his arms telling him to quickly practice and see for himself.

No choice.

Ji Jue could only raise his hands in surrender: "Can we talk about serious business? If you came to mess around, I'll have to excuse myself."

"Weren't you the one who brought it up first?"

Old Deng cradled the strange hat in his arms, stroking its velvet like a pet, casually strolling, suddenly asking:

"I just feel, are you possibly rushing things?"

"Huh?" Ji Jue puzzled.

"The Holy Seal has just started spreading, right? Generally speaking, shouldn't it be allowed to gradually permeate, patiently implemented?"

Bao Dacai sighed with emotion: "Using it as ground bait, even if it caught the big fish, it wasted such a great opportunity, prematurely evoking the congregation's vigilance, what a pity."

"There's nothing to pity, the moment the Holy Seal spreads, it will definitely arouse the congregation's alertness. It's better to seize the opportunity and gain something.

Moreover, it's not complicated in principle, and very easy to imitate. Once it's scattered, someone will use it, and someone will grab it... No need for us to push, as long as the congregation measures faith with belief, the poison of the Holy Seal cannot be eradicated."

Human laziness is innate, the pursuit of convenience is rudamental instinct.

Once accustomed to the ease of the all-automatic praying machine, how can one tolerate the lengthy and dull meditation and prayer? Just trying it once makes it unforgettable and impossible to forsake.

What's more, its mechanism is entirely sourced from the congregation's prayer, truly wanting to block it would be sheer fantasy.

At most, what Ji Jue offered was only a more comfortable method, a more convenient choice.

Like how all falls into degradation are rooted in sloth and hope for luck; true, some can resist temptation and resolutely refuse all convenience, endure tedium and hardship, that they persistently uphold faith... but how many among countless believers can truly achieve that?

Apart from the completely Holy God-absorbed fanaticism, someone so disciplined and enduring upon realizing the essence of faith, how would they view the 'benevolent and generous' Holy God?

This is bound to be an unsolvable issue.

Given time, without Ji Jue's push, it's enough to catalyze a genuine earthquake that shakes the congregation.

Regretfully, Ji Jue couldn't wait for that 'given time.'

To truly wait for such waves to cultivate and ferment, how long would it take? Ten years? Twenty? Thirty? It's too long; he joined this inexplicable game not to provide Wen Sheng with a ranking experience.

On the contrary, he's more adept at ensuring everyone loses their gaming experience.

This is just the first step.

In contrast, he's more concerned about the discovery from this operation.

To be precise, the message revealed in the congregation's reaction...

"Though saints are important, this kind of entity formed by divine grace, as long as the Holy God wishes, can catalyze dozens or even hundreds at any time, right?

For the congregation, saints may be unattainable, but for the Holy God, they're merely one of seven implements, nothing more, though a bit troublesome, but replaceable at any time.

Comparatively, within this faith-centered system, the loss of believers should be the truly irrevocable loss, right?"

"Hmm?"

Bao Dacai raised an eyebrow, his expression enigmatic: "What are you trying to say?"

"As important as the Holy Seal is, something created by divine grace, the Holy God can produce dozens or even hundreds at will, isn't it?

Compared to that, in the core of the Eastern District, the whole area, having at least one-third of the believers being utterly cast into the Border Prison is quite a decisive act.

In terms of strategic execution order, we actually became secondary—"

He paused before continuing.

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