Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Although White was just a native, the rule that Second Level organisms are much stronger than First Level organisms doesn't change. Since everyone is inexperienced in skills, basic qualities become especially important.

A subtle energy wave emanated from within White's body, and a layer of metallic sheen instantly covered his body.

This is the Cultivation Method that every Guard of the Quan family must learn—the Vajra Skill. Practicing this Cultivation Method initially makes one more resilient. With some achievement, one can gain a body of bronze skin and iron bones. If mastered, not only is the person as tough as a solid iron block, but their strength also becomes astonishingly great. It is a cultivation method that integrates both offense and defense.

But as a price, when the Vajra Skill isn't fully mastered, the user's speed is reduced. If not appearing in groups, Samurai using the Vajra Skill can easily become live targets.

However, in this situation, where one faces many, the Vajra Skill is quite suitable.

White's Vajra Skill was nearing mastery; none of these people's swords could harm him.

Thump thump thump...

In the heavy yet hurried footsteps, White charged towards the Black Armor Samurai like a cavalry in charge. The Black Armor Samurai were also experienced people. Seeing White's stance, they immediately dispersed in preparation for a siege.

To deal with Jianghu experts, the Samurai had their methods.

"Hah!"

The remaining two Samurai shouted and held their Big Spears at their waists. The principle of "an inch longer, an inch stronger" still worked on low-level battlefields. The two Big Spears, like two Black Snakes, moved so fast that a layer of mist wrapped around the spearheads, heading straight for White's chest.

If these two spears hit, even if White's Vajra Skill was mastered, they would still stab two pits into him.

Left? Right? Or crouch, or jump up?

Various evasion plans for White flashed through the minds of the two Black Armor Samurai, but before they could think it through, their bodies staggered sharply, and they nearly lost grip on their Big Spears.

White neither went left nor right, nor did he do circus-like jumps. He merely stopped in place, and a giant hand appeared on his prosthetic limb, grabbing the two Big Spears, and then yanked them forward.

The Black Armor Samurai, out of balance, naturally ended up with their stances full of flaws.

White stepped forward and instantly appeared beside the two Black Armor Samurai. The next moment, the Shura's sharp blade gleamed through the air.

Thud.

Two heads clad in Black Armor fell to the ground, and bright red blood sprayed like fountains into the air.

Clang!

Before White's momentum with the blade ended, two long swords hacked onto White's shoulders from the left and right. Yet the expected blood splatter didn't occur. Though swords and blades struck flesh, the sound was one of metal clashing. White turned and slashed, and two more heads rolled to the ground.

The Black Armor Samurai's faces changed slightly.

They didn't know about the Vajra Skill, but they knew the sound of swords hitting flesh shouldn't be like this. The enemy before them was not only strong but his body was as hard as wearing iron armor.

For them, this undoubtedly meant death.

"Where did this stray dog come from, sabotaging the great events of my clan?"

An arrogant voice came from behind White. A young Samurai in ornate clothing, covered in blood, appeared, carrying two heads out of the village. Behind him was an old man in a wide robe, with a long sword on his back and a red gourd in his hand.

Upon seeing the young Samurai, even in battle, many of the Black Armor Samurai knelt on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.

As if compared to being hacked to death by White, the consequences of being rude were worse.

White turned to look at the Samurai, with Richard's excited voice echoing in his mind.

"Another Daoist, don't kill... Forget it, go ahead and kill him for now. Don't burn the corpse, send it to me through the rift."

The young Samurai glanced at White, a bloodthirsty smile flickering across his face.

"I don't know where you, this stray dog, learned this skill, but it's not bad. Perfect for me to practice..."

Before the young Samurai's words fell, he appeared in front of White.

"...hand!"

Boom!

White's body flew backward like a cannonball. And looking at that young Samurai, his body had already turned into a devilish mass of muscles.

Even Arnold would have asked how he trained.

Bam!

White's body, flying backward, suddenly halted in mid-air, then plunged straight to the ground like being pulled.

"I personally suggest using the prosthetic limb. Although your sword's material is good and looks intimidating, given your current state, the prosthetic limb is more effective. Pull out your Force Field of Resistance."

White looked straight ahead, his left arm's fingers making a few gestures.

The next moment, a massive fist abruptly solidified in front of White.

An invisible force field, like a swamp, firmly sucked in the young Samurai's fist.

"Enhanced version of the Resistance Force Field, frontal defense, even against an attack of 8000 Energy Level, it can delay for 0.5 seconds. Against ordinary Samurai who can't use Dao Techniques, once they attack, just finish them off directly."

White swung the blade fiercely, the long blade enfolded in a chilling deadly aura. The blade arced through the young Samurai without the slightest hindrance.

Thud.

The young Samurai fell to his knees, his face full of disbelief. The next moment, half his body slowly slid, the severed edge smooth as a mirror.

"Young Master!"

The old Daoist's eyes widened suddenly, appearing instantly beside the young Samurai.

"Activate the Space Anchor. This person isn't just fast; he's using teleportation directly."

White's fingers moved subtly, and an intangible wave instantly locked down the surrounding environment. Yet, at that moment, the Daoist paid White no mind.

An invisible barrier separated him and Bai.

He pulled out a small bottle from his sleeve, tipped out a green elixir, and was about to feed it to the young Samurai. But before he could pry open his mouth, there was a "bang," and an iron hand shattered his Energy Barrier, heading straight for the old Daoist's face.

Bang!

The old Daoist was hit, his protruding mouth collapsing halfway.

"No Kenar (impossible), how can you break my Energy Shield."

Richard's mockery echoed in Bai's ears.

"Pathetic fool with delusions of grandeur, putting on airs with an Energy Barrier like it's undefeatable."

Dao Techniques are powerful, but they ultimately belong to the Immortals. These natives, even if taught by Immortals, are ultimately primitives who acquire technological artifacts.

Primitives may see technology as divine miracles, but modern people won't.

After knocking over the Daoist, before Richard could continue speaking, Bai instinctively released a Capture Net, trapping the old Daoist within.

Then he swiftly sliced the young Samurai's head, separating it from his body.

Finishing the job is a good habit.

Seeing the young Samurai beheaded, the old Daoist immediately let out a beast-like wail.

"You cursed bastard, how dare you wield your blade against the Young Master! This is a grave sin! It's a crime that warrants entire families to suffer! You bastard will face a thousand cuts, be devoured by a thousand insects, and even after death, your soul will burn in the Soul Lamp for ten thousand years..."

Slap!

A crisp slap interrupted the old Daoist's rant. Bai expressionlessly flicked the blood off his left prosthetic hand and asked Richard:

"Devil, you said it's okay to kill, right?"

"Yes. Use spirit rending to kill him, it'll keep the body more intact. But before that, won't you consider some interrogation?"

Bai shook his head: "I've seen people like this. They're the backbone of a family, the most loyal retainers. Interrogation is useless on them."

"Ah, what a pity. Kill him and send him over. Also, send me his Dao Artifact. Be careful in the coming time, I'll be focused on my research and won't be paying much attention to you."

Research, huh?

Bai thought.

He's heard the word "research" many times these days; the Devil he traded with seemingly was a scholar in life, and even in death, still fascinated by research.

Bai glanced at his left prosthetic arm.

"An Evil Ghost that existed before the Immortal Country descended, creating such a thing is hardly surprising."

With a clap, Bai's face paled, a massive wave of spiritual power surged into the prosthetic limb, transforming into a Frenzy Spiritual Shock, rushing into the Daoist's brain.

In an instant, the Daoist's eyes rolled up, blood streaming from his seven orifices.

A Space Rift opened, Bai casually tossed the body along with the gourd into it.

Behind him, the Black-armored warriors remained kneeling, even though the young Samurai had died, they did not rise.

Bai passed through them, hearing a shout from behind.

"Ranger!"

Turning around and drawing his sword, Bai saw the warriors standing with despair on their faces.

"Kill us."

As guards, with the Young Master's death, the blame is theirs. Returning means death, dragging their families down with them.

Such are the harsh rules of families.

Bai nodded slightly, and then his figure darted like a dragon among the warriors.

Returning to the original spot, the Black-armored warriors fell to the ground, blood swirling in misty tendrils through the air, making the distant flames look somewhat hazy.

Mounting his horse, a crisp whipping sound was heard, and the black steed broke through the blood mist, carrying the Samurai forward.

...

In the laboratory, Richard looked at the red gourd, marveling: "So intricate! The Immortal Country Civilization is definitely a powerful civilization, rivaling and possibly surpassing Wizards."

The gourd in Richard's hand was only palm-sized, but its internal space was as large as a pond. Moreover, it could refine blood.

Through the rune-like patterns on the gourd, it could autonomously absorb energies in the space to function.

Though Richard could also design machines with similar functions, he could never make them as intricately as this gourd.

Moreover, the material of the gourd surprised Richard greatly; it was not metal, but something akin to wood, yet its toughness rivaled normal Pure Gold Alloy, with self-repair capabilities.

"Even a family's trinket is so intricate, it's hard to imagine what the Immortals use."

Setting the gourd aside, Richard moved to the dissection table and began dissecting the Daoist's corpse.

Any Evolution Road exerts massive influences on the body, even if the same Race, taking different Evolution paths presents tremendous changes in the body.

These changes help researchers better understand the Evolution Road.

But as soon as Richard cut open the Daoist's abdominal cavity, his brows furrowed.

"How could this be?"