Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Hearing the voice, Bai did not immediately turn around.

He recognized this voice. On that night, the owner of this voice used a Dao Technique to almost kill him. The medium that this Dao Technique used to affect people was the eyes.

"Evil Ghost, can you deal with Dao Techniques?"

"Dao Techniques? What are those? A new Cultivation Method?"

Seeing that Richard did not know, Bai closed his eyes, turned around, and drew his knife to face the owner of the voice.

"Thief, state your name."

"... Good knife, I didn't expect to encounter this treasure here."

The Daoist's voice became a bit more serious. The killing intent of the Shura dropped the temperature of the entire courtyard by a few degrees. Such a powerful weapon, even if it's not a famous weapon, probably isn't much worse.

"I suggest you open your eyes. I don't think the illusion technique of the guy in front of you can break through the mental barrier of the spiritual protection necklace."

Richard's voice sounded in Bai's ear. As a Wizard, Richard, although not having conducted systematic deep research on illusions, had still rushed to study some knowledge about illusions once he learned that the Galaxy Mayfly possessed illusion abilities.

This bit of knowledge, though not much, was enough to overrun the understanding of these natives.

"Of course, unless this guy is using optical illusions instead."

Upon hearing this, Bai slowly opened the eye that had been replaced, and at the moment he opened his eyes, the Daoist moved.

"Close and then open them, what an idiot."

The Daoist mocked with his mouth, but the movements of his hands were as fast as lightning, completing the necessary mantra for the illusion in a flash.

Buzz!

A white light shot out from the Daoist's eyes, heading straight for Bai's head. But the next moment, the white light collided with an invisible barrier and shattered instantly.

Pfft!

The Daoist's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood while looking skyward. Even Bai, who was accustomed to battles, couldn't help but be dazed for a moment at this sight.

What's going on? Is the price for performing a Dao Technique this high?

"Don't just stand there, go kill him. This guy failed his spell and suffered backlash from the Spell. What a useless spell, blocked and already suffering backlash."

Richard's voice carried the disappointment of unfulfilled surprise. He initially thought he could witness a new Evolution Road, but what he saw was a clumsy failure.

Bai moved, and his body instantly appeared beside the Daoist.

Having lost the cover of illusions, Bai finally saw the Daoist's appearance clearly—a one-eyed old Werewolf with black long hair.

Bang!

Bai swung his knife down, but it seemed as if the blade hadn't hit anything, slicing straight through the Daoist's neck.

Illusion? No, not an illusion!

Just as the blade passed through the body, the Daoist's body violently shook and exploded into a vision-obscuring white mist.

Bai vigilantly sniffed around, but before he could find any clues, Richard's voice sounded in his ear again.

But compared to just now's disappointment, Richard's voice was full of excitement.

"Thirty meters southeast. Use the capture net from the prosthetic!"

Turning, raising his hand, Bai's left arm prosthetic's two middle fingers retracted, while the rest of the fingers fully extended.

Buzz!

A ball of white light shot out from the wrist of the prosthetic, forming into a large net in the air, tightly binding the Daoist who had escaped using a Blinding Technique.

Bai walked out from the smoke, cautiously approaching the Daoist. Richard's voice echoed in his ear: "Ask him how he was able to transform his body into energy."

"... I think he doesn't understand what you mean."

"... Communicating with natives is really difficult." (Wizard Language)

"What do you call the energy inside your body? The thing you use when consuming various combat skills."

"Qi, we call it Qi."

"Then ask him how he's able to gasify his body and then return it to normal."

Bai lacked insight as a native, but Richard, as a Wizard, was knowledgeable. The method the Daoist used to avoid a certain death strike wasn't some bizarre Demon Art, but a highly advanced technique—Matter-to-Energy Transformation.

Translated, it means transforming matter into pure energy and then converting it back.

And what the Daoist transformed wasn't a normal object; he transformed his own body. This is far more difficult compared to converting ordinary non-living objects.

This method wasn't something even heard about in the Wizard World, only mentioned as a hypothetical technique in the Evolution Road of the Great Wizard Jialong.

But unexpectedly, he saw such top-tier technology on a clumsy native in a native world.

What does this equate to?

It's like discovering an isolated primitive tribe in a rainforest, with the tribe using stone spears for hunting, yet their bonfire is a nuclear fusion reactor.

Bai repeated Richard's words, with a little of his own insignificant questions mixed in, like who's the mastermind behind you?

"Kill me or cut me up, do as you please. There's no need for more words."

The Daoist's tough attitude didn't surprise the two. With an expressionless face, Bai moved his body, ready to use some inhumane methods to get what he wanted.

But Richard thought Bai's methods probably wouldn't work. It would still have to be his way.

"Kid, I'll give you a bug. Put the bug on this guy's wound and then just leave it be. Remember, don't touch it with your flesh."

As he spoke, a space rift appeared in Bai's left arm, and a pitch-black fleshy insect fell out of the rift. Bai looked at the black insect, full of doubt, and placed it on the Daoist.

The moment it touched the Daoist's body, the originally docile insect instantly sprang into action. Its mouth opened, revealing a vortex-like mouth full of sharp teeth. As it opened and closed, the insect drilled into the Daoist's flesh like an earth drill.

Soon after, a blood-curdling scream was heard.

The Daoist into whom the insect had drilled looked like he had been thrown into a pot of oil, beginning to struggle wildly. His eyes burst open, his veins protruding, and his body became hard like stone, all indicating that the Daoist was experiencing extreme pain.

"Blow this whistle once."

Richard's voice echoed again, and a whistle made of metal fell into Bai's hand from the space rift.

Bai gently blew it, and a low-frequency sound wave that couldn't be heard by human ears emanated from the whistle. The Daoist, who had been struggling madly, calmed down instantly.

Bead-sized sweat dripped like rain from the Daoist's body, his iron-willed facade now replaced by fear.

"Can you answer now?"

The Daoist shuddered violently, Bai's heterochromatic eyes resembling the gaze of an evil ghost.

"I'm just a lucky wandering Daoist. I don't know who the mastermind is. As for the Dao Technique you mentioned, it's the Form Gathering and Qi Dispersal. If you want to learn it, I can teach you, just stop messing with that insect!"

"Dao Technique..."

Far away in a Flowing Light Year, Richard contemplated this word. The word was spoken awkwardly, like a literal translation of some other term.

"Could it be that this world was invaded before?"

"Evil ghost, you've really never heard of Dao Technique?"

Bai's voice transmitted to Richard through a soul connection, leaving Richard somewhat confused.

"No."

"...Then you must have been dead for a long time."

"What do you mean?"

"Dao Technique came from the Immortal Country, which descended upon the world ten thousand years ago."

"Immortal Country?"

The Immortal Country Bai referred to was a combined term, the "Immortal" being the transliteration of another language, and the "Country" being in their own language.

In Richard's ears, this Immortal Country was the homeland of some unknown entity.

Bai whispered, "The Immortal Country is the residence of Immortals. Ten thousand years ago, the Immortal Country descended from beyond the heavens and overthrew the White Wolf King's rule. Since then, the world has become a realm of the aristocratic families. Immortals taught the families the Dao Technique of immortality, and the families shepherded an area for the Immortals, providing them with Elixir Materials and Immortal Fate."

"...That's getting interesting."

Listening to Bai's account, Richard could roughly deduce what the world was like.

If all Bai said was true, then fragments of a great world must have collided with this world ten thousand years ago, somehow integrating into it.

As for why it's a great world... because this Dao Technique could never belong to the natives, it surely came from a civilization, a very advanced one.

But what puzzled Richard was why those Immortals didn't impose a deeper rule over this world and instead chose a strategy that seemed like laissez-faire.

There must be an enormous secret within.

"Ask about that so-called Dao Technique, the rest is up to you."

"...Evil ghost, aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid?"

Bai said softly, "The Immortals overthrew the White Wolf King's rule; you should know how powerful the White Wolf King was. And my purpose in this journey is to oppose the Immortals."

The families must provide the Immortal Country with Elixir Materials and Immortal Fate. As a return, the Immortal Country would teach them the Dao Technique. However, the entire world is governed by the Seven Immortal Villages' envoys, and all the Elixir Materials and Immortal Fate that could be traded for Dao Techniques have to be first contributed to them; they then hand them over to the Immortal Country, and the Immortals' Dao Techniques are also passed on by them.

This way, whether or not the families obtain the Dao Techniques is only known to the Immortal Village envoys. To maintain their ruling status and prevent the envoys from falling into the hands of other families, the envoys also naturally try to keep the Dao Techniques to themselves as much as possible.

Unless, a family could present an extraordinary treasure, and then set up a Sacrificial Altar to summon an Immortal to descend.

Once the Immortal descends, the family can replace one of the Immortal Village envoys and become a new envoy.

Thus, ambitious families in this world are all striving for rare Elixir Materials and Immortal Fate.

And Elixir Materials can come in many forms, from some kind of ore to some kind of special Demonized Plant, they could all be excellent Elixir Materials. But as the Shadow Guard of the Young Master of the Quan family, he has more knowledge about Elixir Materials than ordinary people.

In addition to medicinal herbs and ores, Elixir Materials could also be certain Barbaric Beasts, or someone possessing a special bloodline.

A month ago, the Young Master of the Quan family awakened a noble bloodline. Although Bai didn't know the source of that bloodline, he imagined it wouldn't belong to any weak individual.

Otherwise, why would the families be willing to spend a lot of money to gather wandering Daoists and so many Samurai to capture the Young Master of the Quan family.