Chapter 728: Chapter 618: Visitor

A decade later.

Jeming stood in the center of the laboratory, before him was a gelatinous creature the size of a swimming pool.

It was translucent, glimmering with a faint blue light, its surface constantly writhing, like a living blob of jelly.

This was Jeming’s cannon fodder unit for naval combat, the "Nest".

Clearly, Jeming was no longer satisfied with the temporary modifications he had made to the Nest before, so he was performing another modification surgery.

The surgery had been ongoing for seven days, reaching a crucial juncture.

Jeming’s hand hovered above the blob of gel, his spiritual power turned into countless fine threads, weaving new energy circuits into its body little by little.

At this moment, the laboratory door was suddenly pushed open.

But facing the suddenly opened door, Jeming didn’t even look up.

"Viola? You’re here? Give me a moment, it’ll be done soon."

His tone was as calm as if commenting on nice weather today, his hands didn’t pause, and his spiritual power steadily controlled the translucent gelatinous creature.

Viola stood at the doorway, her expression somewhat peculiar.

She had initially planned her greeting, but Jeming’s "already knowing you’d come" attitude left her words stuck in her throat.

She walked into the laboratory, her gaze swept over the creature being modified, then over the neatly stacked data in the corner, finally resting on Jeming.

"You don’t seem surprised at all."

Jeming casually replied: "After all, you just filed a space transmission application."

Viola didn’t answer, her expression was somewhat bizarre.

Jeming hadn’t noticed her expression either, as all his attention was concentrated on the surgery at hand.

As time ticked by, when the last energy circuit was successfully connected, the gelatinous creature suddenly quivered, the blue light on its surface stabilized, beating rhythmically like a sleeping heart.

Jeming let out a long breath, retracted his hand, and turned to face Viola.

"So... what brings you here, sister?"

Viola’s expression was still bizarre.

She walked up to Jeming, scrutinizing him up and down, as if examining something peculiar. "I arrived a little too smoothly."

Jeming blinked, slightly curling his lips into a barely noticeable arc. "Isn’t that great? Saves you the trouble of searching."

Viola stared at him for a few seconds, without responding.

Jeming’s gaze drifted a bit, shifting the topic: "You haven’t said why you came over? Are things finished at the professor’s side?"

"No... You remember the Starfall’s living plane, right?" Viola shook her head in response.

Jeming nodded: "I remember. What’s up?"

"It has completed the Wizard Apprentice course and has been promoted to Official Wizard." Viola’s tone carried a hint of complexity, "Now it’s heading according to the contract to participate in the plane war, the professor went along with Starfall to document related data."

Jeming nodded knowingly, his expression somewhat bizarre.

Starfall... The female wizard who used his spiritual qi as inspiration to create the Enlightenment Technique, and animated her controlled plane.

Calculating the time, it’s been nearly a thousand years since her living plane successfully activated.

After spending this much time, the consciousness of that plane has finally developed from initial bewilderment to complete formation now.

Though by living plane standards, this speed is pretty fast.

But the crucial issue isn’t here.

Living planes, they are powerful entities naturally capable of overpowering conventional Seventh Level Wizards.

Even if the wizard level is only First Level, thanks to the multiplier effect of knowledge output, it’s likely among the Seventh Level Wizards a formidable existence.

Such level entities, participating in a war specifically for new wizards...

"Hope the opponents are okay." Jeming said sincerely.

Viola rolled her eyes, not responding.

Jeming understood: "So you’re temporarily free?"

Viola shrugged: "Yes, came out to have fun."

She took a few steps in the laboratory, glancing here and there, looking rather bored.

Jeming watched her wandering in front of him, couldn’t help but say: "There’s nothing here for you to play with."

Viola didn’t reply.

She kept pacing, steps getting faster, her brows furrowed tighter.

Jeming noticed her odd behavior, just about to ask, Viola suddenly stopped, her expression changed abruptly.

"Someone’s touched my fate line."

Jeming raised an eyebrow.

Viola abruptly turned, her gaze pierced at him like a blade, the shock in her eyes almost overflowing. "Was it you?!"

Jeming looked at her ghostly expression, couldn’t help but feel smug.

He tried to maintain a calm expression, acknowledging modestly.

"Correct. A few years ago, my knowledge of the Destiny Element finally began."

The laboratory fell silent for a moment.

Viola gaped, like a fish caught on shore, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing her at that moment, Jeming felt even more smug, yet still maintained a serene smile on his face — he had practiced for years, just for this moment!

Ever since purchasing Destiny Element knowledge, he had studied for hundreds of years.

Even after returning from the Information Plane, he hadn’t given up gnawing on this tough bone.

Knowledge of the Fate System, information on parallel worlds, occasional guidance from Professor Clark...

To understand Destiny Element knowledge, he learned everything and tried everything.

But without insight, one simply cannot grasp the concepts of destiny.

There was a time when Jeming nearly gave up.

Then he advanced to the Void Refinement Realm.

The essence of the Void Refinement Realm is modifying life’s form towards becoming an Information Biological.

In this realm, Jeming hasn’t fully experienced other benefits and drawbacks yet, but one aspect is crystal clear: his comprehension of information-related knowledge has surged.

Information is the underlying language of destiny; understanding information touches the threshold of destiny.

A few years ago, on a normal night, he was browsing Destiny Element materials like usual, and suddenly understood them.

Things he knew but didn’t understand suddenly became clear.

It was like always seeing the world through frosted glass, and suddenly someone removed that glass.

"You’ve just reached the Fifth Level, right?" Viola’s voice shifted tone.

Jeming said unhurriedly, "Not really just, it’s been seven or eight hundred years since I reached Fifth Level."

Viola grabbed her silver-gray long hair, heedless of her image, pulling it as her eyes widened: "The old man got through the door only after advancing to Sixth Level! How did you manage to break through at Fifth Level?!"

Looking at her frustrated expression, Jeming couldn’t help but smile.

He tried to suppress it, but couldn’t.

The trace of pride spread from the corners of his mouth to his eyes, and from his eyes to his entire face.

Viola saw his expression of "self-satisfaction while pretending to be modest" and trembled with anger.

"You..."

She lunged at him.

Before Jeming could react, he felt his head embraced tightly by two hands, then... a bite!

Seemingly a mundane nibble, it made Jeming feel pain exploding from the top of his head, spreading like current through his body.

Jeming screamed, his Body Refining Technique activated automatically, trying to resist the pain, but it was ineffective.

The pain penetrated all defenses, directly acting on his nerve endings.

"Waaah... It hurts! It hurts! Let go!" Jeming ran around the laboratory dragging Viola clinging to his head.

Viola, like a frenzied cat, bit his head fiercely, legs flailing in the air.

The recently operated-on "nest" shrank from the commotion, and the files piled up in the corner crashed to the floor.

"Let go!"

"Mmm!" (No!)

"Sister, I’m sorry!"

"Mmm!" (Too late!)

Jeming ran several rounds, finally finding a chance to grab Viola’s waist and pull hard.

With a pop, his head was pulled out of Viola’s mouth.

He touched his head, hands covered in saliva, with a deep bite mark on his head.

Despite his bodily strength cultivated for thousands of years through the Body Refining Technique, it was left with a mark.

Jeming looked at the bite mark and inhaled sharply.

He had experienced this feeling of "pain felt no matter what" before.

Not long ago, at a parallel world wizard gathering when he was beaten by Professor Clark, he felt this way.

He didn’t expect Viola to learn it so quickly.

No wonder she’s a genius specialized in the Law of Pain.

Jeming rubbed his head, looked at Viola.

She had calmed down from her rage, leaning on the lab table panting, her silver-gray hair a mess like after a tornado.

Her eyes still showed traces of anger, but her lips had already begun to curve.

"You win." Viola snorted.

Jeming chuckled, saying nothing.

He looked at Viola’s face slightly reddened from excitement, suddenly thinking of something.

He only barely grasped the threshold of the Destiny Element due to the Void Refinement Realm’s comprehension boost on information-related knowledge.

Jeming knew his achievements were thanks to a cheat.

As for Viola...

The Law of Pain is an even more niche field than the Destiny Element.

She had no external help, only relying on her insight to conquer it.

Professor Clark often said she was too dumb and slow, unable to learn even this much.

But Jeming knew it was just Professor Clark’s standards being too high.

In fact, Viola’s research on the Law of Pain had reached a top level among wizards of the same level.

Moreover, she jumped from Third Level to Sixth Level, and filled the resulting knowledge gaps with only over a thousand years.

If that’s not a genius, what is?

Jeming suddenly felt a bit emotional.

He had come through, relying on the Cultivation Immortality System provided by the Great Dao Book Pavilion to reach this day.

Whereas Viola had nothing, only relying on herself.

She is the one truly deserving of the title "genius."

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