NABC Chapter 162 Styx Technology, World's Number 1
Chapter 162 Styx Technology, World's Number 1
Chapter 162 Styx Technology is the Best in the World
"Hmph," Wan Canghai scoffed, "The victor is king, the loser is villain. Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you. But don't even think about me leaking information!"
Seeing his unwavering loyalty, Modi praised him:
"What a tough guy! It reminds me of the time I spent learning interrogation techniques in the Camelot dungeon."
I still remember that I was once a master interrogator in the Kingdom of Avalon. My inventions, such as the fully automatic upside-down hair washing machine and the running test-taking machine, helped countless prisoners to turn over a new leaf.
To help them understand the glory of labor, I went to great lengths to use necromancy to revive the corpses of prisoners who had long been executed, and made them work alongside the prisoners, serving as role models.
Even the dead work, so why shouldn't they? Of course, there are still a few people who are stubborn and refuse to be influenced by me. In order to make them contribute their surplus value, I invented another technology.
Suddenly, his voice turned cold, and he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a jar.
The jar shook, and the liquid and soaking contents inside made a dull thud.
Wan Canghai turned his eyes and looked at the round jar.
Through the transparent glass, he saw that the jar contained a yellowish-green liquid, which was murky and disgusting, and clearly not a good thing.
Inside the liquid was a brain that had been removed, its surface crisscrossed with grooves and every wrinkle clearly visible, completely submerged in the yellowish-green liquid, looking extremely gruesome.
Strangely, even though only a brain remained, Wan Canghai still felt that it was alive, with some kind of alien life force lingering within it, preventing it from dying easily.
"A brain in a jar?" Su Youli took the jar and examined it curiously in her hand.
"This is the mind of a Camelot nobleman. During that chaotic period, he did similar things to the Zhao family, and the victims ranged from adults to children."
This brain in a vat was originally a spare component he prepared for the "Laws of the Styx". Later, he obtained better materials, namely the brain of the Death Prison Demon, so he put it aside.
This surgery was originally developed as a technology for building a law-based computer.
Now, it could become a technology for extracting biological memories under the premise of limited Netherworld Marks.
Modi took out a new jar and some surgical tools, his expression indifferent.
Brain retractor, skull drill, meningeal scissors... "Sorry, the surgical conditions here aren't ideal, but I'll make up for it with my supernatural powers."
Looking at Wan Canghai, whose head was now the only thing left, Modi tried to put on a kind smile.
No matter how you look at him, Wan Canghai can only read ruthlessness on his face.
"Besides, I believe that with your Divine Astral Realm cultivation level, even if you make some mistakes, you should be able to overcome them."
Come to think of it, I've never dissected a cultivator at the Divine罡 Realm before; you're my first. Whew, keep it up, Styx, you can do it!
Wan Canghai's pupils constricted as he saw the unknown equipment gleaming with silver light and heard the Taoist's lack of confidence. His facial muscles twitched involuntarily.
An emotion called "fear" grew and spread within him.
He instinctively wanted to scream, but it was stuck in his throat, and no sound came out.
Su Youli took on the role of a nurse, took the surgical instruments, and began preparations for the craniotomy.
The two's seamless cooperation only made Wan Canghai more terrified, and even the surrounding elders had sweaty palms and racing hearts.
Having held high positions for so long, this was the first time they had ever heard of such a horrifying thing. Even the former Food Cult would never have done something like this, specifically taking and preserving other people's brains.
At most, they would remove the brain and roast it into roasted brains, but they wouldn't leave the person in this state of being neither alive nor dead.
"Phew, don't worry, you can do it."
Modi muttered to himself, sounding less like he was comforting the person undergoing surgery and more like he was putting pressure on them.
As the cold surgical instruments touched his scalp, Wan Canghai felt as if that brief moment was stretched out indefinitely. He felt the cold touch on his head getting closer and closer, and the faint but real pain was gradually intensifying.
The immense pressure finally broke through his inner defenses, and fear coalesced into a single sentence that burst from his throat, resulting in a deafening scream.
"Stop! I'll tell you everything I know!"
Modi paused for a moment, then continued slowly, "I prefer to find the answer in your own mind rather than listen to your lies."
"Wait, hear me out! The imperial army has already assembled. They intend to wipe out all the members of the five sects within the city and could attack Tianyong City at any moment!"
"Within Tianyong City, besides my Qingming Palace being an inside agent of the imperial court, there must be others who have sided with the court. If they launch a joint attack, it will surely cause heavy losses to the five sects."
Modi put down his surgical instruments, looked at the other two, and asked, "Is what he said true?"
The other two elders of the Azure Nether Palace remained silent, unaware of the matter.
Seeing that Mo Di was looking at him again, Wan Canghai quickly said, "Only I and the high-ranking spies from the other four sects know about this."
"Do you know the identities of the other four spies?"
"No, this is not something I should know." Wan Canghai shook his head.
Modi tossed aside the severed head, put away the surgical instruments and the brain in the vat, looked back at Su Youli, and said, "What do you want to do?"
Su Youli's eyes flickered for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the group of elders on the ground. She parted her lips slightly, about to speak.
However, before she could speak, Bai Zhanfeng knelt down before Mo Di and said, "Daoist Minghe, please spare our lives so that we can warn the other sects in time to fight against the imperial army."
The other elders also suddenly realized their mistake and knelt down before him one after another, their attitude completely different from before.
A little personal dignity is nothing compared to the survival of the sect. Bai Zhanfeng lowered his head, all expression gone, leaving only sincerity on his face.
Stimulated by the news, they shook off their dejection, and their concern for the sect outweighed the humiliation of defeat.
For them, a sect is not only a force, but also another name for "home".
The two elders from the Azure Nether Palace had complicated expressions and did not do the same thing as them.
On the ground, Wan Canghai's head silently watched them, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
The blood mist still lingered all around, showing no signs of dissipating.
Mo Di stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm, silently staring at Bai Zhanfeng.
This old man is quite clever; instead of pleading with Su Youli, who is connected to Hidden Sword Peak, he pleaded directly with him.
If they did that, Su Youli might, no, it would be highly likely that she would let them off the hook out of respect for her deceased master.
But this would also put her in a dilemma, torn between thinking from his perspective or from the perspective of her master's kindness in passing on his teachings.
Therefore, they are likely to incur his displeasure, even if he would most likely agree with Su Youli's decision.
Bai Zhanfeng threw the question to him and let him make the decision, which at least wouldn't provoke his resentment. Instead, it would make him take the initiative to consider the relationship between Su Youli and Cangjian Peak.
The kindness of being taught and imparted knowledge is extraordinary to them.
Coincidentally, Mody also agreed with this view, but he couldn't just let them go for nothing.
After a long silence, Mo Di remained silent. He only glanced at Su Youli before lowering his eyelids slightly, as if he were thinking or dozing off.
Time passed slowly, and a thin layer of frost formed on the elders' eyelashes. The low temperature from the blood mist was corroding them, and some of the weaker ones were already shivering.
Wan Canghai's head was the same; the cut surface of his neck was covered in blood and ice, and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, but the mockery in his eyes was becoming more and more obvious.
Seeing that the red-robed Taoist priest hesitated to agree, Bai Zhanfeng gritted his teeth and spoke again: "Taoist priest, as long as you let us leave, I will do whatever you say afterwards, even if it means offering my own head with both hands."
Wan Canghai opened his eyes wide, about to speak sarcastically, when he heard the red-robed Taoist say, "I can let you go, but I have two conditions."
Bai Zhanfeng's face lit up with joy, and he agreed without hesitation, "No problem, please speak freely, Daoist Master."
"First, all the cultivation techniques that I want you to master."
Modi did not ask for all the techniques of Hidden Sword Peak, firstly because it was impossible for them to master all the sect's techniques.
Secondly, there was also a Supreme Elder, Wan Jinghan, hidden in Hidden Sword Peak, so he couldn't just go there and look through his documents.
Nodding, Bai Zhanfeng said, "Sure, but we didn't bring the cultivation manual with us. Even if we wrote it down from memory, we wouldn't have enough time. We can only give you the manual after we defeat the imperial army."
Although most people in the martial arts world value the inheritance of their skills, for elders like Bai Zhanfeng, disciples are even more important.
Most of the lower and middle-level disciples of Hidden Sword Peak came for this Five Sects Grand Competition. If the imperial court wipes them all out, even if the tradition is still there, it will be useless if no one practices it.
"You don't need to worry about that," Modi refused decisively. He was worried that some of them might die in the war, which would be a loss for him. "I have my own ways of gathering intelligence. You just need to relax later."
Bai Zhanfeng had no choice but to agree; he had no option. "And the second thing?"
Modi added, "Secondly, after this matter, under no circumstances should you oppose us, and you must not tell the other four sects about this."
"Okay, we agree."
Bai Zhanfeng let out a heavy breath, and his whole body relaxed. It was already a stroke of luck that Daoist Styx hadn't taken their lives.
They dared not mention their identity as "remnants of the Feast Cult" again, much less the fact that Su Youli practiced the Feast Cult's techniques.
In this world, whoever has the bigger fist is right, just as the imperial court once tacitly approved of the five sects controlling the city.
"How can I obtain our cultivation techniques, Master?"
In response to his doubts, Modi smirked and said only, "Relax, close your eyes, and whatever happens next, don't resist, otherwise you'll only hurt yourselves."
The request was a bit strange, but Bai Zhanfeng and the others obediently complied.
After everyone closed their eyes, Mo Di gestured to Su Youli that it would be best to avoid the situation.
Otherwise you will see some bloody scenes.
Su Youli shook her head, crossed her arms, and waited expectantly.
Modi stopped trying to persuade him, raised his hands, and from his wide sleeves, a dozen black and red tentacles shot out from under the red crane.
These tentacles, formed from the deathly energy of the Styx, appeared somewhat ethereal, but were only as thick as an arm. They sprang out from the sleeves like venomous snakes hunting their prey, and with a whoosh, pierced the foreheads of the dozen or so elders kneeling in front of them.
"This is a brain memory extraction technology developed in conjunction with the Styx Law. It does not require a soul as a medium, similar to the brain in a vat we just discussed, but it is gentler and requires the target's consent to be used."
Mo Di introduced his new technology to Su Youli with a hint of pride in his tone, which made Su Youli roll her eyes at him.
This technology doesn't seem to fit the style of this world.
However, considering that there are even more unorthodox things in this world, such as the Human Pill of the Feast Cult and the Blood Refining Flag of the Blood Refining Hall, this brain memory extraction technique doesn't seem so bad.
"Hmm!"
Bai Zhanfeng felt a sharp pain in his head, and a strange sensation came over him, as if something had forcibly squeezed into his skull and was running rampant through his mind.
This made him involuntarily recall all the martial arts techniques he had learned.
Didn't he just say that the brain doesn't feel pain? What's causing this throbbing pain?
Remembering the words of Daoist Styx, "Relax your mind and do not resist," Bai Zhanfeng suppressed his restless true essence and raging divine will, refusing to resist this feeling.
Scenes from the past flashed before his eyes, and he felt as if he were seeing a revolving lantern, witnessing scenes of his past training.
When they first joined Hidden Sword Peak, they practiced basic swordsmanship. After officially becoming outer disciples, they began to study the "Hidden Sword Breathing Technique." After being promoted to inner disciples, they learned the more advanced "Hidden Edge Sword Manual"...
After he had recalled all the techniques, the throbbing pain in his head disappeared without him even realizing it.
Bai Zhanfeng hadn't opened his eyes yet; he was still somewhat dazed, as if he had just woken up and was in a daze.
"They're all sword techniques and sword skills, even the methods for forging spiritual weapons are about swords. Aren't there any other ones?"
The faint sound of conversation could be heard from ahead; the man speaking seemed quite disappointed.
"The so-called Hidden Sword Peak, as the name suggests, is a sect for practicing swordsmanship. There may be other martial arts in the library, but most disciples will not practice them. After all, once you join Hidden Sword Peak, you will be ostracized if you don't practice swordsmanship."
"That's true. However, these sword techniques are decent enough to make up for my shortcomings in this area."
Bai Zhanfeng opened his eyes, and memories from not long ago immediately surfaced. He looked down and found that he was still kneeling on the ground.
"Awake? It seems this new technology is working well; he woke up so quickly."
Modi had barely finished speaking when Bai Zhanfeng and the other elders woke up, demonstrating the extreme effectiveness of his new technology on its target.
Others should experience his new technology firsthand, just like they did, and feel what it means to be "the best in the world in Styx Technology".
Recalling what had just happened, Bai Zhanfeng shuddered, and a hint of fear crept into his gaze as he looked at the red-robed Taoist.
He must have just seen their memories.
This kind of martial art that can search memories was something Bai Zhanfeng had never heard of or seen before, and he subconsciously categorized it as an evil path.