You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts

Chapter 881 - 399: Who Seriously Writes a God’s Diary?

After the turmoil subsided in the laboratory, Hank was immersing samples of poisonous herbs into the potion.

The liquid suddenly boiled, emitting an eerie seven-colored glow—this was a sign of the "Philosopher’s Liquid" in ancient alchemy.

"Who are your ancestors?"

Elise’s figure suddenly appeared in the steam, her Star Pattern Robe moving without wind, and her bright eyes were now fixed on Hank: "There are no more than three bloodlines that can trigger this reaction."

The test tube suddenly exploded, but the splashed liquid condensed in the air to form an Ouroboros—the emblem of the ancient Alchemy God, symbolizing the world’s cycle and equivalent exchange!

Hank stared blankly at his glowing palm: "I, I don’t know... my mother is just a laundress from the Royce family..."

Ye Qingzhou used his Sword Qi Barrier to block the corrosive liquid, lost in thought.

Being an alchemist is a rare profession, and awakening someone of the corresponding bloodline is even rarer; yet the Royce family happens to have one...

It seems too coincidental.

Ye Qingzhou promptly became more vigilant, and at the same time, he sharply sensed a prying gaze, then looked out the window—at dusk, Gareth’s Light Feather was recording everything atop the clock tower.

......

In the thief’s guild dungeon at midnight, Gray Owl pressed a branding iron onto the back of a fat merchant.

"Fool! Who told you to alert them?"

A piece of flesh was torn off by the Eagle Claw, and the savagery in its eyes was startling: "Now Lord Dracula has to initiate the ’Withering Plan’ ahead of schedule!"

The screams awakened the dozen or so children caged inside; they all bore the same Ouroboros brand as Hank on their wrists, with similar amber-colored light flickering in their eyes.

......

The spire of the Magic Association in Silver Radiance City glowed with a purple copper hue under the setting sun.

Ye Qingzhou looked up at the group of crystal balls floating atop the tower—those giant objects over three meters in diameter were slowly rotating, with nebula-like flows of magic power coursing inside.

"First time here?"

Elise tapped the ground lightly with her Magic Staff, and the runes on the bronze gate lit up one by one: "Don’t touch the books that move on their own. Last time, a swordsman got his fingers bitten off by the Abyss Atlas."

As the door opened, cold mist rushed forth.

Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Qi automatically shielded his body, shattering the Ice Crystal Elf that tried to cling to him. He squinted as the interior of the library gradually became clearer.

The floating bookshelves were arranged in a DNA spiral pattern up to the dome, with parchment scrolls shuttling through transparent tubes like trains.

Several mages were using feather pens to direct ink to draw formulae in the air; halfway through, the ink turned into butterflies, only to be swatted back into equations by an impatient old mage.

"A swordsman’s fighting spirit is like strong liquor."

Ye Qingzhou condensed a strand of Sword Qi at his fingertip, the golden glow appearing out of place in the dim blue magical environment: "But here... is the land of chilled wine."

Elise suddenly pressed down on his wrist. Three human-skin-bound magic books were sneaking along the floor, the teeth on their spines clicking noisily.

"The Blood and Flesh Magic Manual has escaped again..."

She sighed, "Ever since the president became obsessed with the Undead Beauty Technique, the library’s discipline has been in shambles."

"Senior Elise!"

A clear male voice came from above.

A young man clad in a two-colored cloak of blue and silver leaped down from the spiral staircase, the glow of a Magic Array radiating under his boots upon landing. The badge on his chest identified him as the top student of Silver Radiance Royal Knight Academy, Magic Swordsman, Lolan.

First-ranked student in the academy, his prowess far exceeded that of Kane, the Dragon Knight; tales of him reached Ye Qingzhou’s ears frequently back when he was at the Swordsman Academy.

"Is this the fabled Sun Bloodline?"

Lolan’s smile was brighter than the crystal chandelier, his right hand performing a mage’s salute while his left hand rested on the sword hilt—a swordsman’s greeting stance, "I’ve long admired you, junior Laine."

Ye Qingzhou’s Sword Qi quivered slightly beneath his skin.

This man’s fighting spirit and magic power were intertwined like a two-headed snake, achieving a bizarre balance within his body.

More intriguingly, when Lolan’s shadow fell on the ground, its contour seemed faintly to display a twisted form of three heads and six arms.

"Magic Swordsmen are quite rare."

Ye Qingzhou intentionally let a strand of Sword Qi spill out, and Lolan’s pupils immediately constricted to pinpoints: "Especially those capable of manipulating both ’Shadow Magic’ and ’Holy Light Fighting Qi’ simultaneously."

Elise cast a surprised glance at her brother.

There was no mention of him studying the Shadow System in Lolan’s dossier.

"Sharp-eyed junior."

Lolan’s fingers brushed over the Obsidian Sword at his waist, the Light Divine Emblem set on the sword sheath suddenly shrouded in gray fog: "Would you like to visit my research lab? I’ve just been researching... ancient alchemy."

In the crystal cabinet of the Alchemy District, a bronze automaton suddenly turned its head to look at the guests.

Within its eye sockets danced a ghostly green flame, and embedded in its chest was a crimson gemstone etched with the triangular emblem of the Alchemy God Hermes.

"This is my project—’Divine Material Transformation.’"

Lolan stroked the head of the automaton, with black magic power seeping through his fingers: "For instance, refining an ordinary Morning Star Bloodline through lineage refinement, purifying it into the highest tier of Sun Bloodline..."

"Lolan!"

Elise’s Magic Staff suddenly interposed between the two, her gaze full of vigilance and warning: "The association forbids live body transmutation experiments!"

Ye Qingzhou, however, walked directly towards a corner bookshelf, while his Spiritual Power quietly extended, perceiving another twisted and deranged soul within Lolan’s body.

"Senior, you’re quite knowledgeable about the Alchemy God?"

As Ye Qingzhou turned, his Sun Golden Eyes fully opened, "I just happen to have a question, about the raw materials for the ’Philosopher’s Stone’..."

He deliberately paused, watching Lolan unconsciously reach for his own sword.

"Does it require a living Divine Blood Descendant?"