# 738
Chapter 739: Genetic Defect
"Did he faint?"
Above Tokyo, a silver giant flying saucer floated silently among the clouds. An Qingyu, dressed in a white research gown, stood steadily at the very top of the flying saucer.
The howling wind at high altitude fluttered the corners of his gown. He had his left hand in the pocket of his gown while his right hand held a phone. His bangs floated in the wind as he gazed down at the tiny metropolis beneath him, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Yes, his body turned bluish-gray, rigid as stone all over, temperature and heart rate both dropping..." Uncle Kyosuke's anxious voice came through the phone. "What's going on? Do you have any idea?"
An Qingyu contemplated for a moment, slowly closing his eyes to search his brain for information related to the god-creation experiment.
After seven or eight seconds, he opened his eyes.
"I think I understand." An Qingyu's gaze grew grave. "Over the past decade or so of experiments, the Oracle Envoys have been injecting him with reagents that forcibly stimulate his potential. His lifespan and vitality have been frantically depleted by these reagents. For a normal person, being stimulated like this three or four times would cause them to die on the spot.
However, at the same time, they also injected large quantities of life-potential reagents into his body, creating a delicate balance with the consumption of his potential. Under the mediation of 'royal blood,' this balance can steadily enhance his abilities under stable conditions.
But this delicate balance is extremely fragile—his body has become dependent on the reagents themselves. Once he stays away from the balance created by these two reagents for too long, his body will automatically begin to collapse..."
"So he can't leave the [Pure Land] for too long?" Uncle Kyosuke asked, frowning.
"More precisely, he can't go without those two reagents for too long." An Qingyu corrected. "Through years of experiments, his body can no longer function without these two interacting reagents. To thoroughly solve this situation, he would need direct genetic modification. Merely feeding him more of those reagents would only make him sink deeper, and his lifespan would grow shorter and shorter."
"Genetic modification?" Uncle Kyosuke's eyes lit up. "Can you do it?"
"Yes."
Before Uncle Kyosuke could rejoice, An Qingyu spoke again. "Based on the data recorded in the god-creation experiment, I can indeed reverse-engineer a reagent specifically for this situation, but the process is extremely tedious. Even I would need at least two days...
But based on what you described, Yuzuri Takishiro might not be able to hold on for two days."
Uncle Kyosuke's body stiffened.
"Then... can you use some reagent to temporarily stabilize his condition? Aren't you at the [Pure Land] right now? Can you get a few bottles of that reagent?" Uncle Kyosuke seemed to think of something, asking anxiously.
"There are indeed some remaining γ reagents for potential activation in the laboratory, but the second crucial reagent that maintains his vitality is missing." An Qingyu frowned. "If I'm not mistaken, this second reagent is essentially a resistance virus, and the one who manufactures this virus is the fifth Oracle Envoy at the [Pure Land]—the Plague.
Once this reagent is manufactured, it quickly loses its effectiveness, so every time they make it right before injection. There's no stock in the [Pure Land]."
Uncle Kyosuke's heart sank.
"So... to get this reagent, I'd have to go to 'Plague'?" His voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Even if you found him, he wouldn't give it to you willingly. He'd only use it as leverage to put you and Yuzuri Takishiro completely under their control." An Qingyu's mind was crystal clear, instantly seeing through the Oracle Envoy's intentions.
Uncle Kyosuke glanced back at Yuzuri Takishiro lying on the ground, a bitter expression appearing on his face.
"But I have no other choice...
Could I really just watch my son die?"
"No!" An Qingyu's voice came through the phone again. "Perhaps... you don't need to compromise to get a chance at obtaining that reagent..."
Uncle Kyosuke froze.
Without compromising, get a chance at the reagent?
Could the Oracle Envoys actually send the reagent to him voluntarily?
"What should I do?" Thinking about how this young man had seized control of the entire [Pure Land] by himself, Uncle Kyosuke felt much more at ease and asked.
An Qingyu stood atop the silver flying saucer, looking up at the bright sky in the distance, his lips curving slightly upward:
"You just need to...
Wait for nightfall."
...
Hokkaido.
Somewhere in the deep mountains.
Lin Qiye, with three long swords hanging from his waist, moved through the dense forest like a ghost. He glanced down at the token in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.
This token was the key to activating Furuhara Yoshiki's [Divine Concealment]. Only by holding it could Lin Qiye locate that hidden courtyard hidden in the deep mountains, just like before.
As the token's faint light flickered, an ancient house appeared in the distant dense forest like a chameleon, appearing extremely mysterious.
At the same time, Lin Qiye's spiritual感知 also finally detected the existence of this house. He put the token back in his chest, pushed off the ground with both feet, and rushed to the courtyard's front gate, knocking with his knuckles.
Knock knock knock—!!
Time was short, so Lin Qiye knocked loudly and urgently. A moment later, the gate slowly opened from inside.
The tall and muscular Furuhara Yoshiki, wearing a black robe and sporting two dark circles that nearly covered half his face, stood directly behind the gate, staring at Lin Qiye.
"Knocking so urgently, I thought a ghost had come to collect a debt." Furuhara Yoshiki, who looked like a ghost himself, saw that it was Lin Qiye standing at the door, patted his chest, and said.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." Lin Qiye smiled helplessly and stepped inside. "Is the sword repaired?"
"Fixed it last night. Come in."
Furuhara Yoshiki glanced outside the courtyard, and seeing no one else, closed the gate behind him.
He looked at the [Rainfall Collapse] at Lin Qiye's waist and asked in confusion: "Why are you carrying [Rainfall Collapse]? Where's Amemiya Haruki?"
"He didn't have time to come. This sword was lent to me by him."
Lin Qiye didn't waste too much time on this topic. Without waiting for Furuhara Yoshiki to lead the way, he walked directly toward the open space in front of the courtyard.
Furuhara Yoshiki shrugged but followed anyway.
A few minutes later, he brought out a black box from inside the house and placed it in the center of the open space.
He knocked on the surface of the black box and said: "The sword is inside. The sword spirit has also been refined. Open it and take a look."