Simply Amazing!

According to the rules, a suspect as uncooperative as Xu Fang would usually be made to sit on the Chair of Regret for an entire night, with a large LED light shining directly overhead.

These were standard tactics of the Judgment Society, mainly used to pressure suspects.

When people are exposed to backlighting for too long, they tend to become fatigued, and the interrogators would certainly not allow them to sleep or rest.

Over time, people would become agitated, their mental defenses would crumble, and these half-broken suspects were easy prey for experienced interrogators.

However, Xu Fang did not receive such treatment. He was assigned to a lounge room with a single bed, a nightstand, and a bottle of purified water and a boxed meal.

Although the glaring camera was unpleasant, Xu Fang had a thick skin. He ate his fill and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time.

Click!

The door opened.

Xu Fang's eyes snapped open the moment he saw the familiar, burly figure standing at the doorway.

Holy crap, I must have woken up too fast. I'm seeing Zhan Kong.

"···Legion Commander?"

"It's me!"

Zhan Kong's hair and beard were still damp with dew as he strode up to Xu Fang, his bear-like eyes fixed on him. "Come with me!"

How much time did he spend on the bullet train when he first came to Gudu?

Ten hours, or twenty?

But Zhan Kong...

It wasn't even dawn yet. From the time the call was made to now, it probably hadn't even been five hours!

At the same time.

Magic Association's Bell Tower, first floor, laboratory.

The traces of the explosion were still clearly visible. The silver-white walls were stained black and embedded with fragments.

In the center of the laboratory, a table had been reassembled, displaying the same materials as during the day.

Several people of varying heights and builds stood around the table.

The person in the center wore the robes of an interrogator. To his left stood a buzz-cut man in military uniform, and to his right, a short, ugly man.

The ugly man, holding a pair of pliers, carefully removed a black sphere from the smelting furnace and then infused it with Demonic Energy.

Crack!

The sphere shattered into pieces.

Disappointment flickered across the buzz-cut man's face. "Still no luck?"

"I have no idea... how did he manage it?" The ugly man fretted, tugging at his sparse hair, his nose red. "Such low-grade materials, it shouldn't be like this!"

"He's probably just putting on a show."

The interrogator in the center said coldly, "If you ask me, we should send him to the prison. As the old saying goes, 'He who understands the times is a wise man.' I believe the instruments of torture there would certainly be able to pry open his mouth."

"Shi Zheng, he's from the Lie Clan!" the buzz-cut man retorted, angered.

"So what? Do you know how many Black Vatican scumbags our Judgment Society has apprehended these past few days?"

Shi Zheng refused to back down. "Better to kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. Even if it were me being suspected, or President Han Ji! Fei Jiao, has the Grand Instructor's job dulled your spirit and principles?"

"You!"

The two glared at each other, the atmosphere tense. The old man beside them was sweating profusely.

These two were the head of military intelligence and the chief interrogator, both Super Level Mages. He didn't even have the qualifications to mediate.

Fortunately, at this moment, the laboratory door was pushed open, and Zhan Kong and Xu Fang walked in.

Xu Fang's eyes immediately fell on the ugly man, who was none other than Master Yi Ping, the one who had repaired his Magic Tool.

However, unlike his arrogant demeanor from earlier, Yi Ping was now hunched over at the back, trying to minimize his presence.

In contrast, the other two men appeared tall and handsome.

"You're Xu Fang?" Shi Zheng stared at Xu Fang. "Did you make that 'bomb'?"

"I did."

"Make another one," Shi Zheng said concisely. Years of holding a high position made him unconsciously issue commands.

Zhan Kong said, "Go ahead and make it. Once you're done, we'll slap this guy's face."

Shi Zheng's face twitched. Damn Zu Xingyi, he's still this arrogant even without his Curse Element. Just a mere High-level Mage... I won't stoop to his level today.

Xu Fang walked to the metal table and sat down. Everyone else watched him intently.

He picked up a hard block emitting a black luster. Not far away, Yi Ping whispered, "This is the skin of an Iron Skin Corpse."

Iron Skin Corpses were undead creatures found in the outskirts of Gudu, second only to Black Rot Corpses in numbers. They were like cockroaches, impossible to kill.

Xu Fang picked up his carving knife again and began to engrave the Iron Skin Corpse's skin, etching patterns onto its surface.

Yi Ping was a little confused. "We're carving a Fortification Array now. Does he want to strengthen the hardness even more?"

Xu Fang's movements were clumsy; including this time, it was only his second attempt.

After carving several arrays, Xu Fang opened the smelting furnace and began smelting and shaping.

Yi Ping's eyes were about to pop out. Extreme shock left him somewhat dazed. "How is this possible? Just with flames... how is it possible?"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Xu Fang manipulated a ball of golden flame. The Iron Skin Corpse's surface softened under the "flame," gradually becoming round.

In Yi Ping's view, this was simply unrealistic!

He was a high-level Mage. Even if there was a lot of "water" in his high-level status, he was still high-level. Even he couldn't control elements as freely as Xu Fang, having to rely on various tools!

Where was your mold?

Where was your quenching?

Where was your polishing?

"Innate Spirit Seed!"

The thought simultaneously appeared in Shi Zheng and Fei Jiao's minds.

While the two were merely surprised, Zhan Kong's expression was one of shock. His gaze constantly shifted between the "flame" and Xu Fang's golden hair.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent, his chest heaving a few times.

Over with Xu Fang, golden Star Seeds bathed in abundant Demonic Energy, happily sliding down the star track Xu Fang had constructed.

He could feel that the Iron Skin Corpse's surface was like clay, controllable at his will.

Soon, a black sphere was completed. After inserting the magic stone for power, Xu Fang placed it before everyone.

"Please enjoy."

"It's done already?"

Everyone was bewildered. They found it hard to believe that something capable of blowing up a room, something even ordinary Shield Magic Tools couldn't withstand, was presented to them in less than five minutes.

"Try it," Xu Fang gestured.

Shi Zheng reached out, taking the bomb in his hand, and injected a gentle stream of Demonic Energy into it.

Gurgle... gurgle...

The black sphere trembled, emitting sounds like boiling water. Shi Zheng instinctively threw it away.

BOOM!!!!!!

The poor laboratory, before it could even lick its wounds, was subjected to a second round of brutal devastation.

"Light Blessing · Holy Shield!"

Shi Zheng immediately raised a shield, protecting everyone behind him. The explosion didn't cause the Holy Shield the slightest damage, but his eyes were wide open, as if his brain had been the one blasted.

"How's the power?" Fei Jiao asked urgently.

"Fire Spark · Bone Burn..."

"What?"

"I said, the power of this thing is no less than Fire Spark · Bone Burn!" Shi Zheng gritted out, word by word.

If someone had told him that a broken iron ball had the same power as Fire Spark · Bone Burn, he would have smacked them without a second thought.

But the facts were right before his eyes. The broken iron ball was made on the spot, and he had ignited it himself.

He had to believe it, whether he wanted to or not!

The two military officers exchanged glances. Fei Jiao grabbed Yi Ping. "How much did all these materials cost!?"

Yi Ping was already short, and with Fei Jiao's anxious pull, his toes couldn't touch the ground. But he didn't dare get angry and honestly replied, "If we only count the materials, it's very cheap, about ten thousand is enough."

Thud!

Fei Jiao instinctively let go, and Yi Ping fell, grimacing.

"T-ten thousand?"

"If I recall correctly, the Iron Skin Corpse's skin isn't valuable. The valuable part is the spirit. Iron Skin Corpses that don't yield a spirit are usually purified," Zhan Kong suddenly said. "If these things can also be utilized, then the cost..."

Their breathing suddenly quickened.

For a Fire Element Mage to successfully cast Fire Spark · Bone Burn usually required three years of effort.

And now, it could be achieved by an ordinary blacksmith in less than half an hour, with a cost of a few thousand yuan!!!

This was simply, simply... simply incredible!

Thank you [Young Master Ye] for the 500 coin reward, may you prosper!