Chapter 64: The Eight-Trigram Formation of Gods and Demons? Zhu Jinzhen's Sense of Urgency.

The Teyvat Fried Egg has virtually everything going for it.

The only minor drawback, which left Zhu Jinzhen with a tinge of regret, was that it could not be used on individuals or creatures that had been dead for too long—specifically, for more than a single day.

"Your Highness, how should we deal with them?"

Changsun Wangqing's voice failed to provoke any emotional ripple from Murong Fu and the group of Beggar Sect members.

Having died and been brought back to life nearly twenty times, each time more harrowing than the last, their psychological defenses had shattered. Their very souls were likely on the verge of total collapse.

Death itself? Who among them hadn't already died seventeen or eighteen times?

"Take those Beggar Sect fellows out and casually bury them in a pauper's grave. As for Murong Fu and his company..." Zhu Jinzhen paused to ponder. Murong Fu's usefulness was negligible; if he ever wanted to prop up a puppet, he certainly wouldn't need him.

"Bury them together."

"Thank you, Your Highness! We kowtow and thank Your Highness for this immense grace!"

Upon hearing that they were finally going to be buried, the vacant eyes of Murong Fu and the Beggar Sect members flooded with excitement. Trembling violently, they struggled to press their foreheads to the ground, kowtowing and expressing their gratitude to Zhu Jinzhen over and over again.

Every single one of them held just one thought in their minds: *Wonderful! Finally, we won't have to endure this endless cycle of dying and reviving in endless torment anymore. We can finally escape this eighteenth level of hell.*

Zhu Jinzhen: "...."

Changsun Wangqing: "....."

Li Chengen: "....."

Everyone was profoundly stunned by the spectacle.

Having lived through bloody battlefields and severed countless heads with spear and sword, this was the very first time they had ever experienced people who were about to be killed by them reacting with such ecstatic gratitude.

Yet, considering the horrors Murong Fu and his companions had just endured, it was hardly a surprise that they begged for nothing more than a swift death.

"If I ever discover that the news, intelligence, or martial arts manuals you provided just now contain even a shred of falsehood, or if a single detail fails to match up, do not blame me for having people dig you back up to resume what we were just doing." Zhu Jinzhen’s tone was entirely placid, yet it caused everyone to tremble uncontrollably. Shaking like chaff in the wind, they shook their heads frantically, swearing that every word was the absolute truth.

Neither Murong Fu nor the Beggar Sect members doubted for a second whether Zhu Jinzhen was capable of carrying out that threat.

They had all witnessed with their own eyes—not just once or twice—how they and others had been killed, hacked to pieces by swords, subjected to a thousand cuts of lingchi, only to be miraculously resurrected moments later.

How could they possibly dare to play tricks on Zhu Jinzhen?

Only then did a satisfied Zhu Jinzhen rise to his feet and prepare to leave.

"Enough, send them on their way."

*Clang!*

A fierce blade of moonlight slashed across the night sky behind Zhu Jinzhen, cutting down both their unrealistic ambitions and their filth in a single stroke.

As Zhu Jinzhen wiped his hands, he walked and spoke at the same time: "With such a divine item in our possession, Xueyang, I can rest all the more assured regarding your upcoming expedition against Northern Yuan. However, you must have witnessed the drawback of the fried egg yourself. While it can bring the dead back to life and even turn decay into wonder, restoring severed limbs and healing all flaws..."

"Ultimately, it remains merely jade on the outside."

"Should you encounter an overwhelmingly formidable enemy, still, you must notify me to provide reinforcements."

The Teyvat item could restore the broken and revive the dead, making a person appear as though they had merely suffered a severe illness, leaving their cultivation of true qi and personal realm completely unaffected.

Yet, those resurrected using a Teyvat Fried Egg were akin to a vase made of gold and jade on the outside, but riddled with internal fractures and cracks on the inside, shattering completely at the slightest nudge.

It merely served as a guarantee of survival.

Unless the opponent was vastly inferior in realm, a resurrected person sustained by nothing more than a shred of lingering vitality would easily be slain by a casual flick of true qi or inner force from a peer-level rival.

"Understood, this general shall engrave it in my heart," Cao Xueyang replied, bowing deeply.

"Yimei."

"This general is here."

"Henceforth, the primary focus of the Secret Guard must be to search for cultivation manuals, secret texts, spiritual treasures, rare herbs, and wondrous fruits capable of drastically boosting blood and qi within a short timeframe, as well as those that fundamentally heal wounds."

"This general has committed it to memory."

As he walked, Zhu Jinzhen suddenly halted in his tracks and asked, "Tell me, how credible are the words of that Clean-Garment Elder from the Beggar Sect?"

"Does Your Highness refer to the Eight阵 Diagram passed down by Martial Marquis Zhuge from days of yore?"

"Mm."

Zhu Jinzhen nodded, murmuring inwardly, *With Martial Marquis Zhuge’s Eight陣 Diagram now surfacing, what kind of magnificent, grand era was the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Han Dynasty really? Is it the Divine-Ghost Eight阵 Diagram, or is it trending toward the worlds of Wind and Cloud and High-Martial Three Kingdoms?*

This comprehensive martial arts world truly offered him different surprises and frights with every passing day.

"This general believes it is credible." After careful deliberation, Changsun Wangqing and the others nodded affirmatively.

"Unless there were profits to be made—profits so immense they found them impossible to resist—as a Clean-Garment Elder of the Beggar Sect, he would never have traveled thousands of miles to the Great Ming empire simply to join forces with the local Beggar Sect in hunting down the whereabouts of the Eight陣 Diagram."

"Furthermore, if not for the unbearable torment of ceaseless death and rebirth driving them to beg for a swift end, he would never have voluntarily divulged it."

"We have every reason to believe this matter is by no means groundless."

"Indeed. Under a torment a hundredfold more terrifying than purgatory, if he could still manage to lie and deceive me, I would have to look upon him with a degree of newfound respect," Zhu Jinzhen sighed. He was well aware of this logic.

The crux of the matter, however, was this: if even items like the Divine-Ghost Eight陣 Diagram or historical backgrounds rooted in *Wind and Cloud* and High-Martial Three Kingdoms were beginning to emerge, it meant that hidden deep within the annals of history were far more terrifying secrets than anything he had uncovered thus far.

He pictured the scene from the Divine-Ghost Eight陣 Diagram where Martial Marquis Zhuge spat out a mouthful of tea, transforming it into boundless, terrifying waves that scattered a massive army of hundreds of thousands into disarray, leaving corpses strewn across the wilderness.

For the very first time, Zhu Jinzhen felt a genuine sense of urgency.

Previously, he had believed that with thousands of Finger-Mystic Realm experts, tens of thousands of Vajra Realm masters, hundreds of Heavenly Phenomenon Grand Masters, and several Land Immortals under his command, he would possess more than enough defensive strength even if the entire comprehensive martial arts world united to attack him.

Now, it seemed he had been far too naive.

Gazing out at the rising sun in the distance, Zhu Jinzhen muttered to himself, "The plan to bring the Cangyun, Tiance, Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, and even the Twelve Guards of Shaanxi to the point where every single member reaches the Vajra Realm—no, the Finger-Mystic Realm—must be brought forward on the schedule."

Once again, he deeply appreciated the profound wisdom encapsulated in the virtue of prudence.

"Your Highness, although this divine item is defyingly miraculous against all reason, it is ultimately cooked food and cannot be kept for long. What should we do?" Changsun Wangqing knitted her delicate brows, a look of worry crossing her face.

"Wangqing, you are mistaken."

"Though this is indeed a fried egg, it is no ordinary fried egg."

Saying this, Zhu Jinzhen felt as though he had stated the obvious, so he quickly added, "Did you not notice? While they can satiate hunger just like ordinary fried eggs, the many I produced—as long as you do not touch them, the grease on the surface and their inherent luster remain completely unchanged even after several hours?"

"Oh? Now that Your Highness mentions it, it does indeed seem so."

Changsun Wangqing snapped out of her momentary daze. Recalling her recent experience, she realized that no matter when she held a Teyvat Fried Egg, there was always a lingering warmth and fragrance to it.

"Then does Your Highness know how long it can be stored?"

"If nothing unexpected happens... I suppose it will literally never spoil?" This time, Zhu Jinzhen was less certain. He had witnessed the high-dimensional suppression—or rather, the terrifying dominance—that game rules exerted over the laws of nature within the comprehensive martial arts world.

Yet, whether a Teyvat Fried Egg would undergo any changes or whether it would expire and rot over time was something he genuinely could not say for sure.

"Your Highness..."

"You have labored all night. Chengen, you should all head off to rest as well."

"Understood."

"Wangqing, Xueyang, stay behind."