Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

Ma Xianhong lit a fire, a fire that even he himself could not extinguish.

War broke out—war between superhumans and between superhumans and ordinary people. Various supernatural arts shattered people's bodies, and all kinds of weapons ravaged the continent.

Ma Xianhong had no time to consider these things. In the past two years, he had been constantly upgrading his furnace and creating humanoid weapons.

When his furnace was destroyed by a missile for the first time, he thought it was all over. But unexpectedly, the transformed superhumans came up with a new plan.

From that moment on, he realized that he wasn't the only one in this world who defied common sense. He even began to doubt whether what he was doing was right, but he quickly dismissed that thought.

Everything was worthwhile, and the sacrifices and costs were necessary.

From that time on, Ma Xianhong stopped paying attention to the outside world and led his new team to improve the body-cultivating furnace day and night, as if the war outside had nothing to do with him and as if everything good would come tomorrow.

Until one day, his subordinates told him that a great victory was about to be achieved and asked him to come and witness this great victory.

Actually, he didn't want to go, but he couldn't give a decent reason, so he had no choice but to go with them to the rear, not far from the front line.

Even from the rear, Ma Xianhong could smell a peculiar odor—a mixture of burnt electronic boards and gunpowder.

On the large screen, the real-time battle situation was displayed. Ma Xianhong did not understand the changing symbols and data, but he could clearly see the images transmitted back by the drones in front.

Tanks and armored vehicles moved like steel behemoths through the ruins, their tracks grinding over shattered buildings with a dull thud. Their turrets spun continuously, their cannons spewing scorching flames as they fired shells at the enemy positions.

As they approached the enemy positions, the soldiers in the armored vehicles and behind the tanks rushed forward, their guns spitting fire, shouting slogans of universal harmony, and jumped into the enemy's trenches.

But many more people hadn't even run a few steps before collapsing to the ground and never getting up again.

A huge cheer erupted from the command center. They had broken through the last line of defense, and what lay ahead was even more brutal street fighting, but they didn't care about any of that, because victory was just around the corner.

Ma Xianhong looked at the scene before him: shouts, gunfire, dead bodies, and severed limbs.

It feels so unreal.

This feeling persisted until he arrived by helicopter above the post-war positions...

Snapped!

Back in his lab, Ma Xianhong slammed the door shut.

"Don't bother me! I'm not going to any victory celebration! I'm not going!"

Ma Xianhong patted his head repeatedly, leaned against the cold door, and slowly squatted down.

What...what did I do?

I found my family, but countless others lost their loved ones forever.

Is this the necessary price I was talking about?

Scenes from the battlefield flashed before his eyes, causing him immense pain. He stayed in his room for two days without eating or drinking.

Two days later, Ma Xianhong dragged his tired body and pushed open the door. Under the gaze of everyone, he walked into the laboratory, picked up a hammer, and smashed it hard against the body-repairing furnace.

No one stopped him, because one after another, self-cultivation furnaces were being built around the world with all their might, and the flame of universal harmony in their hearts would not be extinguished because of one furnace...

......

Biyou Village, behind the mountain.

Corpse Demon Tu Junfang led Xiao Zizai to an open space. In the small open space, an old monk saw the two of them and put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"Amitabha!"

Tu Junfang and Xiao Zizai returned the greeting with their hands clasped together.

"Master!"

"Greetings, Master Jiekong!"

Xiao Zizai had once been a monk, and Abbot Jiekong of Lingyin Temple was his master. Jiekong once tried to suppress Xiao Zizai's murderous intent with Buddhist teachings, but the effect was not significant.

Dou Le, from the company's South China region, and Jie Kong have a deep connection. Dou Le believes that it is better to guide than to block, and proposed the theory of "black eating black".

As members of the Buddhist community, Jie Kong initially disagreed with Dou Le's idea, but Xiao Zizai's murderous intent became somewhat uncontrollable, so he had no choice but to agree to give Dou Le a try.

After this test, Brother Xiao said not to call me anymore, because he was afraid Dou Le would misunderstand.

And so, Xiao Zizai became a temporary worker in the South China region, a fact known to the company's senior management.

Therefore, while temporary workers in various regions were doing their best to hide their identities, our Brother Xiao brazenly used his ID photo as his profile picture.

They really have impeccable political and cultural backgrounds.

"Zizai, Tu Junfang has told you about it."

Jie Kong looked at Xiao Zizai, his eyes full of smiles.

Xiao Zizai nodded and said to Jie Kong.

"I've already said so, thank you for your concern, Master."

Jie Kong laughed heartily and spoke.

"Haha, if you want to thank someone, you should thank Zhang Yan. He came up with this idea."

“When your master was still alive, Zhang Yan visited Lingyin Temple and taught him a lot of Buddhist skills. This can be considered as forming a good connection.”

“Now that he’s back, I told him about your situation. I never expected him to suggest cutting off anger.”

"Truly worthy of being called a contemporary immortal."

Xiao Zizai and Tu Junfang were quite surprised to hear that Lingyin Temple and Zhang Yan had such a connection.

After finishing speaking, Jie Kong chanted a Buddhist prayer and addressed Tu Junfang.

“Benefactor Tu, let’s begin.”

Tu Junfang nodded, looked at Xiao Zizai, and spoke.

"Once the three corpses are materialized, they will haunt their master for life if not severed."

"Brother Xiao, you need to be prepared accordingly."

At this point, Tu Junfang smiled and continued.

"Of course, if Master Jiekong asks Senior Zhang to help again, that's not a problem."

Xiao Zizai nodded and looked at his master.

"Haha, it's alright, Benefactor Tu, please do as you please. I am quite confident in dealing with my disciple's three corpses."

Seeing his disciple's questioning look, Jie Kong spoke up.

"Okay, I'll begin then."

As he spoke, Tu Junfang's three corpses appeared: a woman with a graceful figure, a huge python, and a nimble wasp.

The three corpses attacked simultaneously, completely enveloping Xiao Zizai's body. In just a moment, the dark shadow enveloping Xiao Zizai rapidly expanded.

boom!

Tu Junfang's three corpses all flew back, and Xiao Zizai's figure appeared.

A black lotus flower floats on his chest, the embodiment of his upper corpse "greed," while a black cocoon appears in his palm, the embodiment of his lower corpse "foolishness."

Xiao Zizai stared at the cicada cocoon in his hand with bloodshot eyes and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

"Amitabha!"

The cicada cocoon stirred, suddenly breaking free of its confinement and transforming into a butterfly.

Jie Kong and Tu Junfang stared at Xiao Zizai in disbelief, and Tu Junfang stammered.

"Where...where is his body?"

Jie Kong looked at his disciple's bloodshot eyes and immediately realized what was happening, and spoke up.

"The corpse in the middle is inseparable, or rather, he is the corpse in the middle now!"

After explaining, Jie Kong shouted directly.

"Quickly, go and fetch Zhang Yan!!!"