Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 32 Goal—Creating Your Own Cultivation Room!

"Let's verify it again."

After his initial excitement, Zhu Que quickly calmed down.

He wrote a second note as a reminder and began the second hour of practice and verification.

time flies.

The second hour ended quickly as well.

The amnesia side effect of Ningxin Qingguan took effect again. As soon as Zhu Que's consciousness lightened, the negative impact of the demonic sound disturbance instantly disappeared.

He opened his eyes, saw the note, and immediately understood his current situation.

After a careful inspection, the result was still perfect.

He was mentally stable, clear-headed, and physically normal, as if he had never been disturbed by the demonic sound.

"The second verification also yielded perfect results, indicating that this is a stable and reproducible solution!"

"If I could analyze the Time-Sequence Secret Realm Pod, I could create a special training room just for me."

Zhu Que thought to himself.

He then left the Time Realm pod.

Although he was in excellent physical condition, he deliberately staggered a few steps, pretending to be extremely weak.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Song Wugui quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Zhu Que said hoarsely, "Do I look like I'm alright...?"

"Hehe, you're amazing! You lasted twenty-four minutes! You were so close to getting the spirit coin reward!"

Song Wugui asked excitedly, "Are you coming tomorrow?"

In Song Wugui's eyes, Zhu Que's ability to persist for so long already made him a very precious experimental sample.

Zhu Que replied vaguely, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Song Wugui leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"If you come again in the future, I will give you 100 spirit coins as a service fee each time. You can get it as soon as you enter."

"Oh? Really?"

Zhu Que deliberately revealed an excited smile, as if he were "obsessed with money".

"Of course it's true. I paid for it myself, and I settle the accounts daily. Would I lie to you?"

Song Wugui patted his chest and assured him.

He didn't want to lose such a good experimental subject as Zhu Que, so he thought of using money to keep Zhu Que.

"Oh, that's so embarrassing..."

Zhu Que pretended to be polite for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "How about this, I won't take your 100 spirit coins for nothing. I'm free tonight anyway, so I'll stay and help you with some odd jobs."

"Huh?" Song Wugui was taken aback.

"Is that not allowed?"

"Sure, of course!"

Song Wugui scratched his head. He hadn't expected Zhu Que to be so "simple" as to be embarrassed to take his money.

Since that's the case, it's not a big problem to keep him around to do odd jobs, since the research institute has a lot of messy and trivial matters anyway.

"Then I'll get used to the environment first," Zhu Que said casually.

"Are you mentally okay?"

"No problem, I feel much better after resting for a bit."

"Okay, I'll get you a card."

Song Wugui handed him a work badge, saying, "You don't need to do any heavy work anymore. Help distribute the timekeeping watches."

"Okay, Brother Song."

Zhu Que put on his work badge and, as Song Wugui had instructed, distributed timing watches to the volunteer experimenters.

Song Wugui focused on recording time data and observing the mental and physical state of each experimenter when they left.

period.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to retrieve the chronograph watch, Zhu Que casually touched the Time Realm Pod a few times.

But he dared not linger for too long, each touch only lightly, for fear of attracting the attention of others.

Through these brief analyses, he calculated the time required to analyze the entire Time-Sequence Secret Realm pod.

About seven hours.

The time was not long, less than half a day.

It's not exactly short, because he doesn't have a chance to touch the Time Realm Pod for an extended period of time.

At this rate of "occasionally sneaking around and doing a little bit," who knows when it will be possible to successfully analyze it.

It's 9:30 p.m.

Today, the last batch of volunteer experimenters left, and Zhu Que returned the collected timewatches to their designated location.

"Phew! It's finally over!"

Song Wugui stretched.

The other staff members at the research institute, while taking off their white coats, shouted to Song Wugui:

"Xiao Song, clean up the Time Realm pod, and remember to close the door before you leave."

"Okay!"

Song Wugui smiled and responded.

Zhu Que asked, "Does this magical artifact need to be cleaned every day?"

"There's no need to clean it every day."

Watching them leave, Song Wugui pursed his lips and said, "They just see me as an intern and are always trying to find me work to do."

"Brother Song, you can rest over there, I'll take care of the cleaning."

Zhu Que appeared very enthusiastic, but in his heart he thought, "My chance has come."

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry."

While saying he was sorry, Song Wugui handed a damp rag to Zhu Que.

"Brother Song, I'm so grateful for your kindness."

Zhu Que spoke sincerely, but two words flashed through his mind—"It's done."

He was naturally eager to do this job.

With this clean excuse, he could legitimately touch the Time Realm Pod for extended periods of time.

Not only that, but she also further strengthened her relationship with Song Wugui.

For Zhu Que, analyzing the temporal secret realm is certainly important.

However, figuring out whether Song Wugui was born with a demonic seed is an even more important matter.

Then.

Zhu Que began cleaning the Time Sequence Secret Realm Container, maintaining constant contact with the container, and the analysis progress began to climb rapidly.

[Current parsing progress: 0.9%……1%……1.1%……]

Zhu Que cleaned while talking to Song Wugui.

Song Wugui was a chatterbox and a know-it-all; he could talk at length about anything.

After the two talked for a while, Song Wugui asked curiously:

"I see your physical deformities are quite severe. Besides being Tang Ke's servant, do you have any other side jobs?"

"Being a servant is my side job; my main job is garbage collector."

"That dump is a lousy place, full of corroded and contaminated remnants. No wonder your body is so deformed."

"Brother Song, is there any magical artifact that can suppress the pollution and mutation? I don't want to die so young."

"Yes, it exists, but..."

Song Wugui hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly, "But you are a fifth-class person, so even if you have money, you can't buy that kind of spiritual artifact."

His words revealed the cruelty of this world of cultivation.

People are divided into five classes. Although the lowest class can cultivate, they cannot buy or access most spiritual artifacts.

But this is a world where immortality is cultivated through the use of artifacts.

Without magical artifacts, simply focusing on cultivation will inevitably lead to no future.

It's like climbing a high mountain—

You've been climbing for ages, struggling and struggling, and when you look up, you see that everyone else has already taken the cable car to the top of the mountain.

Even the most gifted genius, without the aid of spiritual artifacts to cultivate, will one day be left behind by the wealthy.

"well……"

Zhu Que sighed, looking dejected, as if his long-suppressed emotions could finally be released.

"There's really no hope for this life. Sometimes I think about it and I wish I were some kind of born demon."

"Huh?" Song Wugui was stunned.

"Isn't that right?"

Zhu Que's tone revealed an uncontrollable sense of frustration.

"Didn't they say that the naturally born demons were all extraterrestrial demons? They sounded pretty powerful."

"People like them must have lived a very exciting and eventful life, right?"

"It's better than what I'm like now, drifting aimlessly in the junkyard waiting to die, with no future in sight..."

At this point, he let out a long sigh, as if venting all his helplessness, resentment, and despair at once.

"Shh!"

Song Wugui looked around and shushed him, signaling him to keep his voice down.

"You'd better not talk about things involving born demons, or you'll get arrested if someone hears you."

"What are you afraid of? There are no outsiders here."

Zhu Que shrugged, looking like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

"I was just venting my emotions. I don't care if they arrest me; I'm just a worthless life anyway."

"..."

Song Wugui smiled but did not respond to Zhu Que's words or continue the conversation on this topic.

then.

The room suddenly fell silent.

The sound of the Time Realm pod being wiped was particularly clear in the empty room.

Zhu Que appeared to be working diligently, but a slight unease settled in his heart.

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

Song Wugui, that chatterbox, could talk about anything just now—

He can talk about anything from official gossip to street food, from the principles of magical artifacts to female cultivators' outfits.

However, he immediately became taciturn after mentioning the "born demon seed".

There seems to be a sense of deliberate avoidance...

From this perspective, the possibility that Song Wugui is a born demon is becoming increasingly likely.

Then.

After cleaning the Time Sequence Secret Realm pod, Zhu Que bid farewell to Song Wugui and left the Xilan Research Institute.

Night fell over the streets, and he thought to himself, "I took advantage of the cleaning to analyze it for twenty minutes. If I keep doing this, it should be successful in about ten days."

The next few days.

Zhu Que adjusted his daily routine.

Every evening, after delivering the replica pistol to Wu Qing, he would go to the Xilan Research Institute to find Song Wugui.

Enter the Time Sequence Secret Realm pod, stay inside for about twenty minutes, and then come out to help Song Wugui with chores.

During this time, Zhu Que and Song Wugui became much closer, and the analysis progress had reached 59%.

At this rate, it should be able to be successfully analyzed in about a week.

At that time, he will be able to build a special training room exclusively for himself, increasing his training efficiency fivefold.

however.

Although the analysis on this side went very smoothly.

However, on the other hand, his arms deal with Boss Meng suddenly took an unexpected turn.