After briefly checking the old instructor's condition, Wang Jixuan breathed a sigh of relief.
It was fine. Nothing serious.
Black Shell merely had brain atrophy, and the few remaining "components" in his body were on the verge of collapse.
Wang Jixuan had thought he would need to notify Ling Tong and have her prepare a memorial service later for her biological grandfather.
Since he had previously considered how to extend Commander Fu Jian's lifespan, Wang Jixuan had long been prepared for this sort of situation.
He pulled out a blank talisman paper, bit his fingertip, squeezed out some blood, drew a talisman onto the paper, and stuck it to the top of Black Shell's head.
Black Shell's labored breathing immediately became much smoother.
Just a few soul-stabilizing methods.
Wang Jixuan looked up at Shen Qionglin. She had already opened the front visor of her helmet and was carefully observing Black Shell.
"A very elderly Half-Human Mech," Shen Qionglin analyzed simply. "His organs likely failed due to drug stimulation. He might be beyond saving."
"How is he beyond saving?"
Wang Jixuan solemnly made something up:
"Young lady, you've only picked up a little of a Spiritual Practitioner's skills, and you already think you know the answers to every problem in this world? That attitude of yours is the problem."
"All right," Shen Qionglin said, not arguing back.
Wang Jixuan swept the area with his spiritual sense. "You can have this corpse for your research, but you have to help kill the remaining A-Class Psionicists. Once you're done researching the crystal cores, give them to me."
"I accept this fair exchange."
Just then, the flying sword gave a soft hum and circled Wang Jixuan a few times.
Shen Qionglin stared at the flying sword. Behind her helmet, those bright eyes of hers...