Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 15 The True Idealist

Zheng Yuanbo's notebook did not mention "how to implant artificial spiritual roots".

Perhaps it was because most of the cultivators who asked him questions were quite poor and simply couldn't afford artificial spiritual roots.

Jinfeng Town Library.

As a fifth-class citizen, Zhu Que had to pay a 100-spirit-coin entrance fee just to step into the library.

He entered the library, headed straight for his target area, and quickly found a book that detailed the method of spiritual root implantation.

Instead of browsing the exhibits, he simply bought them and returned to the self-help training center.

Back in the beginner training room, he couldn't wait to start reading.

After a while.

Zhu Que discovered that, according to the description in the book, implanting an artificial spiritual root into the body was indeed a very delicate process.

The slightest mistake could not only destroy one's cultivation, but could even lead to immediate death.

Special instruments must be used to draw blood from the heart and dantian to establish a unique "soul-blood connection" with the artificial spiritual root.

Also.

Artificial spiritual roots must maintain absolute purity.

An artificial spiritual root cannot be used by two people, and it cannot be contaminated with too much corrosive pollution.

Once a "soul-blood connection" is established, it will be permanently bound to the user, and no one else can use it.

If an artificial spiritual root becomes contaminated with too much corrosive pollution, it will deteriorate and wear down rapidly in a very short time.

"No wonder Zheng Yuanbai wouldn't let me touch his artificial spiritual root; it turns out he was worried about it being contaminated by my corrosive influence."

Zhu Que suddenly realized.

His body deformity was already close to moderate, and it was clear that it had been contaminated with a lot of corrosion and pollution.

However, perhaps fearing it would hurt his pride, Zheng Yuanbo never brought it up with him directly.

Just as Zhu Que continued reading...

Sudden--

"Sizzle!"

The lights in the beginner training room suddenly flickered, alternating between bright and dim, as if there had been a circuit malfunction.

Zhu Que looked up in confusion.

"Snapped!"

The lights went out completely, and the entire beginner training room was swallowed by darkness, with only some dim light shining in from outside the window.

Zhu Que's heart skipped a beat. He got up, found the switch, and pressed it gently, turning the ceiling light back on.

He didn't think much of it, assuming it was a short circuit, and turned around to continue reading.

however.

The moment he turned around, his eyes widened in shock, and he saw a scene that sent chills down his spine—

From the shadows of the bookshelf, a tall, imposing figure emerged silently, like a ghost.

Zhu Que was immediately terrified and instinctively wanted to escape.

"Zhu Que, that's me."

The figure suddenly spoke, raising a face wearing a black mask, leaving Zhu Que stunned on the spot.

This person is Zheng Yuanbai!

"Brother Zheng!"

Zhu Que revealed a genuine look of joy.

Since his transmigration, Zheng Yuanbai has been the only person he has ever met who has truly been good to him.

"Brother Zheng, are you alright? The police are looking for you everywhere." Zhu Que immediately lowered his voice.

"Aren't you afraid of me, this 'born demon'?"

Zheng Yuanbai smiled and asked.

"I'm not afraid," Zhu Que said sincerely. "I only know that Brother Zheng, you are truly good to me!"

"Good boy."

Zheng Yuanbai chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, asking, "Is my artificial spiritual root with you?"

"Yes, that day when I was running outside, I saw your artificial spiritual root on the ground, so I picked it up."

Zhu Que returned the artificial spiritual root to Zheng Yuanbai.

Anyway, he had finished analyzing it, and since artificial spiritual roots cannot be bound to two people, this thing was no longer useful to him.

"Finally, you got to touch it as you wished. How does it feel?"

Zheng Yuanbai took the artificial spiritual root, smiled, and said.

"good……"

Zhu Que scratched his head slightly awkwardly, then said:

"Brother Zheng, I read in a book that once an artificial spiritual root is contaminated with corrosive substances, it will rapidly deteriorate and wear down. This artificial spiritual root has been in my hands for more than two days, and I estimate it has already..."

"It's alright, it's only been contaminated for a few days. Although it's a bit troublesome, it can still be purified."

Zheng Yuanbai didn't pay any attention, put away the artificial spiritual root, and solemnly said:

"Zhu Que, I may not be able to help you anymore, but in the path of cultivation, you must never slacken, and always remember—effort will eventually pay off!"

"Okay, Brother Zheng!"

Zhu Que nodded seriously.

"Oh, and take these membership cards."

Zheng Yuanbai handed Zhu Que a stack of cards.

"A membership card?" Zhu Que was taken aback.

"These are the cultivation center's gift cards, worth about 60,000 spirit coins. They can be used at any cultivation center. I don't need them anymore, so you can take them and use them."

Zheng Yuanbai said, "Given your status, staying in the cultivation center for an extended period of time will definitely trigger an anomaly alert on the Spirit Network. Using these membership cards, you don't need to register your identity information."

"Thank you, Brother Zheng!"

Zhu Que's eyes lit up immediately.

This indeed resolved a potential problem he was currently facing.

After all, he simply couldn't explain it—

How could someone like him, a "low-class commoner" working at a garbage dump, afford to spend every night at a spiritual center?

In the long run, even if the abnormal alarms of the spirit network are not triggered, it will eventually arouse the suspicion of the cultivation center.

With these membership cards, one can use the beginner training room without registering their identity information, thus eliminating this potential risk.

but……

Zhu Que's heart stirred slightly. Looking at the membership card in his hand, he seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"Brother Zheng, it seems like a second innate demon seed appeared that day. What exactly does this innate demon seed mean?"

"I'm not entirely sure about the specifics either."

Zheng Yuanbai's eyes darkened slightly as he slowly said:

"But I only know one thing—the outside world's description of the innate demonic seed has been deliberately distorted and vilified by the Kunlun Immortal Alliance. Don't believe whatever the official says."

"I understand." Zhu Que nodded slightly.

"Zhu Que, keep living! In the near future, our world will become a better place!"

A burning desire appeared in Zheng Yuanbai's eyes.

"...Brother Zheng, have you joined some kind of organization?" Zhu Que asked tentatively.

"That's right, I joined a resistance organization!"

Zheng Yuanbai didn't hide anything and actually admitted it directly, excitedly saying:

"You may not believe it, but beneath this suffocating land, there are still many forces fighting back, trying to overthrow this entire distorted order based on exploitation and designed only for a minority."

"The suffering of the lower classes is not an accident, but an inevitable consequence carefully orchestrated by the privileged class."

Zheng Yuanbai clenched his fists, his voice growing deeper and his eyes becoming increasingly fervent.

"So we need to reinvent it!"

"We want to create a future without class oppression, without privileges based on bloodline, and without a system of social status!"

"A world where everyone can freely cultivate themselves and control their own destiny!"

Zheng Yuanbai's voice carried an unwavering determination.

Zhu Que was stunned. He hadn't expected Zheng Yuanbai to be such an idealist with the world in his heart.

However, upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

After all, where there is oppression, there will be resistance.

This rigid, distorted system and order will inevitably give rise to awakened individuals like Zheng Yuanbai.

"It's almost time. See you later."

After saying goodbye to Zhu Que, Zheng Yuanbai took two steps back and stood in the shadows, his figure slowly sinking into the darkness.

What kind of magic is this...?

Zhu Que was curious, but didn't delve into it.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts and continued to study how to implant an artificial spiritual root.

It was around midnight.

After thoroughly familiarizing himself with all the procedures and details, he returned to the Sixth Garbage Dump under the cover of night.

His process of replicating artificial spiritual roots was very simple—

First, use a first-tier remnant to imitate a second-tier spiritual weapon, and then use the second-tier spiritual weapon to imitate a Xuan-level artificial spiritual root.

To replicate a Xuan-level artificial spiritual root, 10 second-tier spiritual artifacts are required.

To replicate one second-tier spirit weapon, nine first-tier spirit weapons are required.

In other words, he needs to collect 90 first-tier artifact fragments to create a Xuan-level artificial spiritual root.

There were too many broken items; he couldn't possibly carry them all in one trip.

So, carrying his small bag, he made four round trips and finally managed to take all 90 broken items out.

Because it was the middle of the night, no one noticed his "thieving" behavior.

However, even if someone catches him, they won't do anything to him, because he only steals broken items.

These remnants are riddled with corrosion and contamination. Not only are they unprofitable, but prolonged contact can also lead to physical deformities. They are the kind of things even dogs wouldn't touch.

Finally, with all 90 Tier 1 artifacts ready, Zhu Que returned to the beginner training room.

Under the lights.

Zhu Que's breathing became slightly heavy, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement and exhilaration.

"Hopefully, this counterfeit artificial spirit root won't have any unacceptable side effects..."