Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Ding, clang, ding... The sound of swords and sabers was as chaotic as rain falling, mixed with the roars of samurais, the wails of the wounded, and the sound of blades slicing through flesh, blood splattering.

On the battlefield, a group of beastmen with wolf heads and human bodies was engaged in fierce battle.

Where is this place?

A werewolf with graying hair stood bewilderedly.

"Bai! Protect the Young Master!"

A familiar roar sounded behind Bai. He turned to see an elderly werewolf handing a child to him, then turning to fight alongside other werewolves whose faces were blurred.

Young Master? Protect the Young Master!

Bai's confused consciousness jolted awake, and he quickly sat up.

"Young Master!"

Bai looked around in a daze. He was not on the blood-spattered battlefield, but in a somewhat old room. Not far from him, an elderly werewolf was preparing medicine.

"There is no Young Master, you were the only living person in the wild."

The old werewolf took a pot down and poured out a bowl of medicine that smelled extremely bitter, then came to Bai's side.

"Drink some medicine, I don't know what elixir you took, but seemingly it won't heal the soul. Or else, you wouldn't have been unconscious for seven days."

Bai mechanically drank the medicine. The bitter taste blossomed on his tongue, slightly clearing his muddled mind.

Chaotic memories began to surface in his mind.

His name was Bai, or rather, his code name was Bai. As the Shadow Guard of the Chengshan Quan Family's Young Master, he only had a code name, no real name.

Some unknown days ago, the Chengshan Quan Family was attacked; a group of bandits, belonging to no recognizable house, massacred the whole Quan family. Only he and the Young Master escaped.

Then... Bai suddenly lowered his head, a sharp pain like being chopped by knives interrupted his thoughts.

Suddenly, Bai looked at the position of his left arm.

At the place where his left arm had been, there was only a wrapped stump.

"My left arm... is broken?"

"Hmm? That's an interesting thing to say."

The old werewolf went to the other side of the room and took down an exquisite and beautiful metal prosthetic limb from the shelf.

"If you didn't know your arm was broken, then where did this arm come from? I've traveled far and wide in my younger years and seen many things, even the Dao Artifacts of the Immortal Country. But I have never seen such a sophisticated arm."

The old werewolf placed the arm beside Bai.

"But such a refined arm, it's my first time seeing it."

Bai looked at the arm, and a phrase he didn't understand but knew the meaning of suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Deal made, I grant you power, you help me with tasks."

A word suddenly appeared in Bai's mind. He searched himself thoroughly and looked sharply at the old werewolf.

"Senior, have you seen a scroll made of leather, extremely tough in material?"

The old werewolf shook his head: "No, apart from this arm, there was only a broken saber and your torn clothes."

Upon hearing this answer, Bai fell silent.

Memories in his mind began to resurface. He now knew where his arm came from.

He brought the prosthetic limb close to him, examining the exquisite object carefully.

The metal arm was silvery white all over, but the surface was filled with tiny golden patterns resembling vines.

Though made of metal, the arm felt as light as if it were made of wood. He clearly remembered using this metal arm to withstand numerous slashes, yet now its surface was smooth as a mirror.

"Is this the creation of the Evil Ghost?" Bai muttered to himself.

"What?"

The old werewolf thought he was being spoken to and suddenly responded.

"Nothing. Thank you, Senior, for saving me. May I ask, Senior, if you've heard any news of the Quan family?"

"The Chengshan Quan Family?"

The old werewolf paused, then slightly shook his head.

"You must be the Guard of the Quan family. The main Quan family has been wiped out, and the only remaining Young Master was rescued by the passing Lu Family of Immortal Water."

Hearing this news, Bai's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes dimmed slightly for a moment.

So they really have been annihilated.

Getting out of bed, Bai bowed respectfully to the old werewolf: "Senior's great favor, I will never forget. But I am merely a guard and have no money to repay you. I hope you can forgive me, Senior."

"Repayment?" The old werewolf frowned, "I'm a doctor, healing the sick and saving lives is my responsibility. Who cares for those filthy coins? Say such absurd things again, and you'll leave with your tattered clothes."

Bai's face turned somewhat embarrassed, and he thought to himself: "Indeed, I should learn how to speak properly."

Bai stood up, and with a casual wave, a gust of air tore open the bandages on his left arm, revealing the scabbed and stitched stump underneath. He then looked at the interface of the prosthetic limb, finding that it wasn't made of metal, but a mass of dormant flesh.

"In such a hurry to die?" The old werewolf's tone became unkind due to Bai's earlier offense, "Your soul's wound hasn't healed yet. If you meet a master who knows Dao Techniques, get ready to have your soul summoned."

Summoning?

Bai gave a bitter smile in his heart, thinking it would be nice if his soul could be summoned.

Having made a trade with that Evil Ghost, his soul no longer belonged to him.

No rebuttal, Bai simply attached the prosthetic limb to the severed end. At the moment of contact, the flesh of the prosthetic, long dormant, instantly awakened and actively joined with the severed end.

The intense pain made Bai's expression change slightly, but soon, the pain disappeared.

Energy flowed through the meridians into the prosthetic limb, and in the next moment, a remarkable energy wave burst forth from the prosthetic limb.

Seeing Bai ignoring his advice, the old Werewolf frowned again, thinking to himself, it's truly difficult to persuade a damned ghost; his bowl of medicinal soup was wasted.

Bai was heading towards something that the old Werewolf was clear about. Because of this clarity, he knew Bai would definitely die.

Since ages ago when the Immortal Country descended, ending the reign of the last White Wolf King, this world was no longer one for Samurais. The Longevity Technique, a Dao Technique that emerged from the Immortal Country, not only allowed ordinary people to live longer but also surpassed Samurai cultivation methods.

In front of Dao Techniques, Samurais were fragile like reeds.

Yet, the Immortal Country stood high above, and Dao Techniques were naturally precious. Apart from the Seven Immortal Villages, the Dao Techniques circulating in this world were few and far between.

Yet, Bai's injuries were almost entirely inflicted by Dao Techniques.

"Alas, those monsters neither human nor ghost, how long will they continue to plague this world?"

The old Werewolf sighed, but when he glanced up, he saw Bai standing still, his gaze dazed as if his soul had been summoned away.

...

In the pitch-black Spirit Space, Bai cautiously surveyed his surroundings. He had experienced this scene before, for it was in such a space that he had conducted his trade with the Evil Ghost.

"Finally awake."

Bai turned toward the source of the voice, and before him, a chilling creature stared at him leisurely.

The creature resembled a Werewolf stripped of fur and drained of blood, its entire body pallid and almost hairless. It had no ears atop its head, and its mouth seemed almost axed off, barely protruding.

Bai couldn't fathom what kind of torture this Evil Ghost had endured in life to end up in this form.

"Evil Ghost Richard, we meet again," Bai said as calmly as he could.

Hearing this title, Richard felt a profound sense of helplessness rising within him.

Back in the goblin world, he was still the charming Noble, but in this new world, he had become a hairless Evil Ghost.

"Evil Ghost it is, call me whatever you like," Richard waved his hand, deciding to overlook this minor detail.

After all, he was somewhat a God, and Gods should be magnanimous.

"Why did you summon me here?" Bai asked nervously, eyeing Richard. Though he was considered a top master in Jianghu, compared to the Evil Ghost before him, he felt his strength akin to that of an infant.

"Oh, it's like this."

Richard snapped his fingers, and a projection appeared in the Spirit Space. In the projection, Bai had a different color in his left eye.

"I need an eye to help me observe this world. Last time, when I gave you the prosthetic limb, the eye wasn't ready. Now the eye is completed, install it."

Seeing the images in the projection, Bai couldn't help but clench his fist.

This was the price of the trade.

For the sake of power, he had become the plaything of the Evil Ghost.

"I will," Bai said quietly.

"How cooperative," Richard remarked, somewhat surprised at Bai's demeanor, "Normally, people would be very resistant to such transformations before witnessing them firsthand."

Bai's expression remained composed, but the conviction in his words was astonishing.

"You gave me the power to protect the Young Master, and I give everything to you. That is our trade. I will not break the contract, and hope you do not either."

"..."

Bai's words plunged Richard into silence again.

How was he to explain to this native before him that he was not the mythological Demon that tempted souls? The contract he signed was merely a simple servant contract.

He hadn't even used the Slave Contract.

"Forget it, suit yourself,"

Richard looked at this native who, despite having the form of a creature, was internally as unyielding as a rock, abandoning any thoughts of explanation.

After all, Bai's purpose was merely to help him understand this world and incidentally support a puppet force.

His true goal was the Young Master he was to protect, while Bai was merely a bridge.

"Oh, by the way, when I give you the eye, there will also be a pendant. This pendant is a Spiritual Protection Magic Equipment that can ensure you ignore spiritual attacks equivalent to an energy level of five thousand. Um... you may understand it as defense against soul attacks."

Bai nodded slightly, without speaking.

Richard felt somewhat helpless; of all the recipients of his contracts, why did it have to be this stone?

"Alright, off you go."

With that, Richard exited Bai's soul.

Upon opening his eyes again, Richard's consciousness had already returned to his body. The room he was in was a study, with a bookshelf on either side behind him, and between the two bookshelves stood a large floor-to-ceiling window.

Richard stood up and walked to the window, outside of which lay the boundless dark Star Realm.

The Floating City beneath his feet, spanning ten kilometers in diameter, was like a speck of dust in the infinite expanse.

"No matter how many times I see this scene, it always induces fear."