Unlike the others in the hall who were celebrating, the Pei Family Siblings intentionally avoided the crowd and retreated to a corner of the hall. Pei Yan leaned sideways against the rock wall and asked softly, "Sis, what's wrong? Does it hurt to see her in pain?" Pei Jin sighed heavily and murmured, "I'm different from you, I've had more contact with her, and I know she wants to use us, but..." She didn't continue. Indeed, she had a unique bond with the Origin Maiden, unlike Pei Yan's full of vigilance and caution, Pei Jin was both a teacher and a friend to her, even during most of her childhood, she treated her as her own secret, a confidant for her inner feelings. They communicated mentally far more often than Pei Yan imagined. Seeing her familiar friend subjected to such humiliation and suffering, her heart was filled with anguish, anger, and helplessness. Seeing his sister's plight, Pei Yan took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and muttered, "Don't worry, old sister, we'll rescue her. When the time comes, we'll repay her favor, and we'll be free." "I know." Pei Jin adjusted her emotions and responded softly, then grabbed the cigarette from her brother's mouth and threw it on the ground, reprimanding, "Smoke less, you didn't dare to be so blatant at home before." "Uh..." Pei Yan rolled his eyes speechlessly. If it were someone else, he could argue a bit, but in front of his sister, he was instantly silenced and sulkily turned his head and walked outside the hall. "Mr. Pei, Miss Pei, aren't you going to take a look at the results of our operation this time?" Mr. Mu standing in the middle of the venue saw Pei Yan and his sister turning to leave and called out loudly. The siblings stopped and exchanged glances, then turned back. Listening to Mu, Pei Yan became interested, as he had personally overseen the transformation of someone's internal source to origin before, and now he was curious to see how someone absorbs an origin fragment. Under Mu's lead, the group walked out of the hall where the Origin Maiden was held, and after passing through several corridors, they arrived at a relatively spacious training hall. Mu took out a Jiezhi Space from his pocket, tossed it to the center of the venue, then motioned for everyone to enter first. Without further instruction, amid a series of flashes, Pei Yan and others entered the Jiezhi Space in sequence. Watching Mr. Mu at the center of the space and the eagerly anticipating Shitang Long Si, everyone tactfully spread out and formed a circle, standing on the periphery. "Tsk tsk tsk, you're really not popular. So many people during the separation work, yet I didn't see you. Now I wonder if you are really important in this base?" Pei Yan glanced at Su Xiang, who had just come over, and deliberately taunted. Su Xiang, usually so composed, was poked in a sore spot by Pei Yan's icy sarcasm. His eyes reddened slightly, and he glared at Shitang Long Si in the field, struggling to quell the anger in his chest. Finally, he squeezed out a smile and said softly to Pei Yan, "Mr. Pei, I will prove my value in this operation. Compared to me, perhaps if Shitang Long Si successfully absorbs the fragment, it will be a happy occasion for your Pei Family." "A happy occasion, what do you mean by this?" Hearing the puzzling words and noticing the vengeful smile at the corner of his mouth, Pei Yan frowned and asked, but Su Xiang did not provide an answer, instead turning his back and adopting a smug watching-the-show expression. "Ugh ahhhhh!" Just as Pei Yan was about to ask further, agonizing wails interrupted him. He looked around to see the fragment-absorbing ceremony unfolding in the field. At this moment, Shitang Long Si was bare-chested, revealing a long scar on his chest and a terrifying black dragon tattoo on his back. Blood continuously seeped from his chest, staining the front of his chest red. Pei Yan focused his eyes and saw that a finger-sized wound was cut open on his chest with a small knife, and the origin fragment had been inserted into the wound. At this moment, the pain had caused Shitang Long Si to lose consciousness, his eyes rolling back, saliva trailing from the corners of his mouth, producing meaningless syllables, and his skin first exhibited a bizarre red hue and then turned blue. Watching his swelling and shrinking body surface begin to crack, Pei Yan couldn't help but recall the pain of devouring a crystal that night, shivering all over, thinking Shitang Long Si seemed even more painful than he was. Time ticked by amid Shitang Long Si's screams, and just as Pei Yan grew a bit impatient, intending to leave the crowd for a quiet spot to smoke away his craving, the cries finally ceased, replaced by gentle moans. Pei Yan halted and turned his head, seeing Shitang Long Si, who was wailing upward, now twisting his stiff neck, the vacant eyes gradually regaining their shine. After a few more minutes, he declined Mu's support, supported the hilt of his knife, and stood up from his kneeling position. As soon as Shitang Long Si stood, his figure still trembled slightly due to discomfort, but he paid no heed, staring at his hands with delighted eyes, feeling the intense origin energy within him, utterly different from before, immersing himself in the joy of acquiring new abilities. "Shitang, how do you feel?" Shitang Long Si didn't respond to Mu's inquiry; instead, he pointed a finger at Su Xiang in the crowd. Seeing his move, Su Xiang frowned, and Pei Yan, standing beside him, excitedly pulled his sister aside. "Shitang, what do you want to do? Calm down!" Mu rushed forward, trying to dissuade him, but it was too late. A thick bolt of lightning converged between them, shooting toward Su Xiang in an instant. "F**k!" Su Xiang cursed, retreating repeatedly, and numerous paper figurines floated out from his sleeve, instantly transforming into mighty generals and celestial beings blocking before Su Xiang. Boom! After a loud thunderclap, the generals, just formed, turned to ashes under the lightning strike, and four or five charred paper figurines drifted to the ground. Having leaped a hundred meters away, Su Xiang loudly questioned the center of the field, "Mr. Mu, what is the meaning of this!" "Long Si, now is not the time to escalate matters!" Mu stepped forward, firmly gripping Shitang Long Si's arm, his sharp gaze locked onto the other's bloodshot eyes and rebuked. "Huff! Huff! Huff!" Taking deep breaths after releasing a lightning strike, Shitang Long Si turned to Mr. Mu, squeezed out a smile, and said, "I just transformed the origin, and couldn't control my power for a moment. I think it can be understood, right?" "Understandable! Understandable!" Mr. Mu said while shouting into the distance, "Su Xiang, don't overthink it, Long Si merely mishandled it. It was a mistake, a mistake!" Su Xiang, his face livid, snorted coldly, suppressing the fire in his heart and saying no more—mishandling, tell that to your gullible mother! It seems like the enmity between him and this little Japanese devil is irreconcilable!

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