One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

"Fine, fine, I'll shut up. You're really ungrateful!"

Jiang Bailan put his hands in his pockets and prepared to leave, indicating that Ma Xianhong was too ungrateful. He was helping him, and how could a little old Ma like him be involved in something as simple as turning an ordinary person into an extraordinary being?

what's going on?

Are you trying to become the leader of the martial arts world by gathering so many extraordinary people, or are you planning to start a rebellion?

Shaking his head, Jiang Bailan lifted his leg and walked towards the door, intending to wander around and enjoy the natural scenery. As for whether Ma Xianhong could fix the furnace, that was none of his business.

After all, those damned guys deserve to die!

"Wait! Jiang Bailan, come and help me fix the furnace." Ma Xianhong said to Jiang Bailan, who was about to leave, as he stood up.

"Me? Fix the stove? Fix your ass! Besides, why should I fix your stove?"

Jiang Bailan said that he was just here for tourism and to see Chen Duo by chance, and that the rest was none of his business.

Upon hearing the other party's reply, Ma Xianhong suppressed his anger and gritted his teeth, saying, "Didn't you break my furnace?"

"I broke it?" Jiang Bailan pointed to himself, then said irritably, "Old Ma, aren't you bullying an honest person? You clearly shot it with that black stick yourself, what does it have to do with me?"

“Shut up, that’s the Sun-Shooting Pestle! And if you hadn’t dodged, would my furnace have exploded?” Ma Xianhong glared at Jiang Bailan.

Listen! Listen!

Is this still human language?

Jiang Bailan immediately retorted, "What kind of talk is that? You're allowed to hit me, but I'm not allowed to dodge?"

Is there any king law?Are there any laws?

"Old Ma, let me tell you, don't try to cause trouble. You didn't hide before because you were worried about hurting the villagers. Your house door was always closed, how would I know what was inside?" At this point, Jiang Bailan changed the subject, "Old Ma, are you trying to scam me?"

The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Otherwise, why would Ma Xianhong choose to open this place when there was such a large open space outside Biyou Village?

Choosing this location is one thing, but then they deliberately closed the door?

No matter how you look at it, it seems like they're waiting for me.

Thinking of this, Jiang Bailan's eyes gradually narrowed. Although he didn't know Old Ma's purpose in doing this, he knew that Old Ma's advantage was not so easy to take.

Noticing the other party's ill-intentioned gaze, Ma Xianhong's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure.

Jiang Bailan was right; Ma Xianhong was setting a trap for him, aiming to obtain the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Since his last encounter with Jiang Bailan, Bi Yuan had told Ma Xianhong that if they could replicate Jiang Bailan's abilities, they could make the company hesitant to act against him.

That's why this plan came about.

"Jiang Bailan, what are you saying? Do you think I, Ma Xianhong, am that kind of person?"

"You pink-haired, big-eyed guy, you look exactly like him, don't you?"

Ma Xianhong: "...Damn it!"

Ma Xianhong got hard!

His fists are now rock hard!

If this weren't in the village, he would definitely have fought this guy, but thinking of his goal, he held back.

“If you don’t want to fix the furnace, that’s fine too. Just use your supernatural ability to start the furnace for me, and then you can leave!” Ma Xianhong said.

Well done... waiting for me here?

Jiang Bailan, who originally didn't know what Ma Xianhong was planning, understood immediately upon hearing those words.

This isn't repairing a furnace!

Isn't this just an attempt to replicate his superpowers?

Jiang Bailan looked up at Ma Xianhong. He didn't expect that Ma Xianhong, who was too honest, would actually play such a cunning trick.

However, to be fair, if the other party really copied their Glint-Glint Fruit, the company might not necessarily be a match for them.

It's not impossible that Ma Xianhong's new Jie Sect will grow bigger and stronger by then.

Of course, this is just speculation; Jiang Bailan would never allow the other party to copy her superpowers.

If you actually do that, wouldn't you become an accomplice of the other side?

Thinking about this, Jiang Bailan felt that she had to completely cut off Lao Ma's idea during her time in Biyou Village.

After all, it's not the theft itself that's scary, but the fact that the thief has his eye on it.

Looking up at the dilapidated body-cultivating furnace, Jiang Bailan thought it was truly pitiful...

Cultivation Furnace: "...Don't come any closer!"

"Old Ma, I can help you start the furnace, but you know my special abilities, so I won't be responsible if anything goes wrong."

Upon hearing Jiang Bailan's reply, Old Ma said there was no problem. Perhaps his furnace wasn't very durable on the outside, but its absorption rate of supernatural abilities was extremely high.

It is many times stronger than the [Swallowing Beast] and [Heaven-Slaying Mirror].

"Alright! Let's go!"

Following Ma Xianhong inside, Jiang Bailan was placed in the furnace-handling cabin. She tried to close the door, but when she pulled it, the entire door fell down.

Jiang Bailan: "???"

Ma Xianhong: "...Don't worry about it. Just listen to my instructions and release your powers."

After arranging things for Jiang Bailan, Ma Xianhong ran to the central core chamber of the Body Cultivation Furnace, took out a brand-new black puppet from the Devouring Pouch, and placed it inside the chamber.

This was a crafted artifact he meticulously created to inherit Jiang Bailan's supernatural abilities. The materials and time he used far exceeded those of the previous black puppet, making it no exaggeration to call it his masterpiece.

But none of this matters!

If he can successfully replicate Jiang Bailan's superpowers, he will not only no longer need to fear the other party, but he will also be able to realize his grand ideals!

At that time, this world will become a world of superhumans!

The barrier between extraordinary individuals and ordinary people will also be completely eliminated.

Taking a deep breath to calm his excited heart, Ma Xianhong called out to the furnace room, "Jiang Bailan, let's begin!"

Success or failure hinges on this moment!

-

Inside the furnace room.

Upon hearing Ma Xianhong's words, Jiang Bailan did not rush to release her superpowers. Instead, she looked at the surrounding metal walls, and after a moment, golden light emanated from her body.

In an instant, with the use of the Glint-Glint Fruit, the previously dim cabin became brightly lit.

Meanwhile, the dilapidated but still functioning cultivation furnace outside was operating at full power, continuously absorbing Jiang Bailan's supernatural abilities and transmitting them to the black puppet in the core chamber through an unknown internal structure.

Become!

Become!

I, Old Ma, have succeeded!

Ma Xianhong was overjoyed!

Before he could even enjoy his moment of joy, he realized that something seemed amiss. His cultivation furnace began to emit blinding golden light from within, illuminating the entire room in no time.

Ma Xianhong: "??? That's not right, I didn't install this function on the stove."

As the light grew brighter, Ma Xianhong realized something was wrong. He swallowed hard, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart...

as predicted!

The moment he finished speaking, the cultivation furnace in front of him began to tremble violently, emitting more and more golden light, and finally exploded with a "boom".

A black head marked with three red dots flew high into the air during the explosion and fell towards Ma Xianhong.

That was the head of the black puppet he had meticulously crafted.

However, Ma Xianhong couldn't care less about any of that. He only felt a sudden pain in his chest, and then his vision went black as he collapsed to the ground.

Bro, your stove exploded again!

Jiang Bailan, I will never forgive you!

The Body-Cultivating Furnace: "It exploded... So it's my fault?"