Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 37 Sword Song Slaying Jade Terrace

"Untouchables?"

Jiang Yun felt that she was speaking, or rather, Ye Zhigui's body was speaking.

"Oh right, we can't call them outcasts."

The man in the suit paused, then laughed, gently swirling the star specimen floating in his glass. "It's nothing more than materials for Blood Qi Pills and Myriad Soul Banners, a cultivation technique editor, and food for feeding spirit pets. If you want it, we can easily split it..."

"But you actually said you wanted to release them?"

He looked up, his eyes filled with genuine confusion and bewilderment.

"Is a pile of fuel worth it?"

"Based on your Taiyin [Xin Metal]?"

"Yang is dominated by Yin, and fire can burn metal. How dare you, a mere celestial-level [Xin Metal], fight against my cosmic-level sun [Bing Fire]?"

"Don't make a fool of yourself..."

The man nonchalantly raised his hand and pulled a bottle of dark blue potion from the air behind him. The liquid swirled slowly inside the bottle, gleaming with an eerie glow.

"A potion made from one hundred million girls whose destinies are imbued with the [Water] element is the best for nourishing [Metal]. Stop now. We are both human, why bother? If you kill me, you won't be able to explain it to the Martial Arts Alliance..."

He casually tossed the bottle of medicine over.

Ye Zhigui raised his hand and caught it.

The instant my fingertips touched the cold bottle, countless shattered images and sounds rushed into my mind:

A man, clinging to his daughter and refusing to let the officers in black robes drag him away, knelt and begged for mercy, pleading, "Please, don't take my daughter away! She's only eight years old! Isn't it enough that you've taken my wife away?"

An elderly woman with white hair stared at the text message on her phone announcing the arrival of her money, stunned for a long time, before suddenly slamming her phone to the ground and screaming, "Who wants your filthy money! Give me back my granddaughter! Give her back—!"

And there's more, much more... numb young faces on the assembly line, bodies discarded like rags after being drained of their life force, robots coldly tossing crying girls into purification machines...

Jiang Yun could feel Ye Zhigui's hand trembling as he held the medicine.

Then, his five fingers tightened suddenly.

"Crack—"

The crystal bottle shattered, and the deep blue liquid flowed down between his fingers, dripping onto the smooth ground with a soft "sizzling" sound, and rising up white smoke with a sweet, fishy smell.

The anger that surged into my mind suddenly vanished, replaced by ultimate clarity and resolve.

When reason fails to persuade, only struggle remains.

"feed?"

Ye Zhigui's voice was very soft, and his hand gripped the sword hilt in reverse.

"They are human beings."

"Clang—"

The sword is drawn three inches from its sheath.

The exposed blade gleamed coldly, reflecting half of Ye Zhigui's icy face. Near the hilt of the sword, two ancient, simple seal characters were engraved on the spine—

【Lin Yuan】

There are also words faintly visible on the other side, but they should not be underestimated.

"So what if we're enemies?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his longsword, and the scabbard crashed to the ground with a bang.

At the same time, taking the first step forward, the soles of the shoes touched the ground almost silently, yet the entire glass curtain wall of the building shook.

He drew his sword and stepped forward, reciting a phrase with each step:

"Iron-blooded rage, blood still flowing."

Tonight I draw my sword, intent on killing this slave.

Even the servants from the noble household were clean.

The bones of the surviving people weep in the desolate wilderness.

Thousands of people, all fish and bass.

The land has served as a furnace for generations.

With only his eight-foot frame touching the ground,

A true hero dares to save the people.

With each recitation, the golden light on the sword intensified.

After he finished speaking, the entire sword transformed into a pure golden pillar of light, with its powerful and sharp metal aura surging forth.

"Keng" —

With a sword's cry, the entire building was instantly sliced ​​in two.

"you--"

The man in the suit finally changed color completely and suddenly sprang up! His body expanded and deformed rapidly in the instant he took off, his suit tore apart, and he transformed into a ferocious beast engulfed in dark red flames! His eyes were like two shrunken suns, their scorching light causing the air to crackle!

"You're asking for it—!"

The beast's claw, wreathed in the fiery flames that could incinerate stars, slammed down towards Ye Zhigui's head! Wherever it passed, space melted, matter vaporized, as if even the rules of nature were about to be burned away by this extreme heat!

Ye Zhigui simply watched the giant fiery claw crushing towards him.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he gently thrust the sword forward.

"You know that yang overcomes yin, and fire burns metal..."

The moment the sword tip touched the flame, the golden energy on it sizzled and steam rose.

"But they didn't know that fate can also be changed."

Ye Zhigui's calm voice rang out.

The next second, the metal energy of Xin, which was scorched by Bing fire, did not dissipate. Instead, it suddenly liquefied under the extreme high temperature, as if it intended to destroy everything!

But the scorched metal energy did not dissipate; instead, it transformed into countless glittering water droplets! One drop, two drops, ten drops, a hundred drops... millions upon millions of drops!

They converge and flow in the air, instantly transforming into a mighty river stretching across the sky!

"When Xin metal combines with Bing fire, it can transform into a vast ocean."

boom--!!!!

Jiang Yun suddenly woke up with a start.

His consciousness was abruptly pulled back from the burning rooftop, the reversed Milky Way, and the sword tip pointing towards his brow.

He was enveloped in warm amniotic fluid, and the steady heartbeat of his mother echoed in his ears.

New things were recorded in the Divine Mechanism Heavenly Evolution:

[Collecting Literary Profound Truths]

[Harvesting the Inherited Secret Technique: Sword Song Slaying the Jade Terrace]

[Effect: When you encounter evil people who abuse their power to ruthlessly oppress and exploit the masses, reciting this poem will temporarily transform your image into Ye Zhigui, and you will receive some of his swordsmanship blessings.]

The power of your actions depends on the extent of the wrongdoing committed and your determination to speak out for the people.

Jiang Yun slowly exhaled a string of tiny bubbles from the amniotic fluid.

This is a new cheat program; I wonder if it will work for babies in their mother's womb.

However, he was more concerned about his mother's condition at that moment.

He focused his mind and directed his consciousness outward—

An eerie silence filled the classroom.

The vast majority of students stopped. They were either slumped over their desks or leaning back in their chairs, their faces pale, sweat beading on their foreheads, and their eyes filled with exhaustion and confusion.

Most of the magpie clones on the branches also quieted down, with only a few occasionally chirping weakly on some students' desks.

The rankings on the big screen have long since stopped fluctuating. For many people, the numbers haven't increased for a long time.

My mental energy is exhausted.

For these students, who are still in the stage of high-intensity memorization, nearly an hour of continuous high-intensity comprehension and recitation is no less than a long mental trek. The fact that they have persevered this far without collapsing is already proof of the elite of Jiangnan University.

but--

Jiang Yun looked through her mother's eyes at the large screen on the side of the podium.

The number following the name in the number one ranking is still slowly jumping up and down.

Lin Jiu: 47 poems.

The second place has 32 poems.

Third place, 31 songs.

Everyone stopped except for her.

All eyes in the classroom, whether open or closed, were focused on the figure sitting upright in the first row.

Ling Jiu closed her eyes, her brows furrowed with calm focus, and her complexion showed no signs of weakness, but rather became even more rosy.

At the center of his brow, the wisp of pale golden spiritual energy had solidified into a hair-like strand and was slowly rotating. With each rotation, it seemed to be absorbing the invisible essence in the air.

Her lips moved slightly, her voice soft, yet clear and steady, echoing in the quiet classroom where you could hear a pin drop:

"...He died before achieving his goal, leaving heroes to weep with sorrow."

The magpie chirped clearly on the branch.

"+48".

I'm still reading it.