Chapter 444: Chapter 385: Rebellion?
Anya gave Jeming a clean smile, her voice ethereal and pleasant:
"Mr. Jeming, it’s been a while. This... is my grandmother’s plane. Nice to see you again, though under these circumstances."
She looked at Viola, politely bowing: "Aunt Viola, you’ve arrived."
Viola’s mouth twitched slightly at the term "Aunt," but she reluctantly accepted the seniority.
On the other side, Jeming looked at Anya’s pure, shy, and pitiful appearance, his mouth twitching slightly as well.
He knew too well the true face of this guy.
This innocent exterior is nothing but a layer of carefully applied disguise!
Peel off this skin, and inside is a soul blazing with the obsession for research, hot enough to scorch people.
The brief intersection during graduation trials had already made him understand this "genius’s" nearly obsessive curiosity for the unknown.
Viola, unlike Jeming, quickly got to the point, frowning as she asked: "Anya, what is going on? How did this plane become like this?"
Anya paused noticeably, her long fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes, then awkwardly replied in a low voice: "It’s... it’s within Grandmother’s plane, the servant races originally used as observation samples... they have rebelled."
"Rebelled?"
This word was like a rusty cog, jamming Jeming and Viola’s thoughts, making the two show expressions of disbelief.
Could the word rebellion really appear in the domain of an official wizard, especially in a sixth level wizard’s private plane?
Jeming couldn’t help but recall his own experiences in the Golden Garden territory of Nolun Plane 147.
He indeed had troubles there, but strictly speaking, that wasn’t "rebellion."
He took in those humans, dwarves, and elves more as a favor to friend David, never treating them as traditional servant races.
Aside from the initial generation, no strict soul contracts were signed later on.
Moreover, the main reason for the troubles was his first involvement in large-scale plane wars, with absence exceeding expectations, combined with neglect due to lack of experience.
Even so, the extent of rebellion in Jeming’s territory at that time was quite limited.
It can be said that for an ordinary official wizard with a mind to manage, there is no possibility of their backyard catching fire.
And now, Anya actually said, a private plane of a sixth level wizard has seen "rebellion"?
Not to mention the basic constraint means like a soul contract, what about the concept of a sixth level wizard?
They are beings who can already touch and manipulate the plane origin!
In their own plane, they are literally the embodiment of the rules and the plane.
To suppress internal enemies, it truly just takes a thought to mobilize the plane’s power for suppression.
Jeming, considering his lack of familiarity with this unfamiliar sixth level wizard, adhered to the principle of "less said, less wrong," keeping his doubts to himself.
But Viola obviously had fewer reservations, crossing her arms and speaking bluntly in a "I knew it" tone: "Has she lost it again? What’s she up to this time?"
Anya’s smile became more awkward, softly explaining: "Grandmother said... war is a ’baptism’ and ’catalyst’ that races with spirituality must inevitably experience in their development process. She believes forced intervention would destroy the integrity of spiritual nature evolution, so... she doesn’t intend to stop it."
However, Jeming caught another layer of critical information from these words, prompting him to confirm: "Anya, are you saying... your grandmother didn’t sign soul contracts with these servant races in her territory?"
Anya obediently nodded: "Yes, Jeming. The races in Grandmother’s territory are mostly created by her through life alchemy and soul weaving techniques."
"She believes that while soul contracts are convenient for control, they might subconsciously bind the free development and creativity of spirituality, pursuing the most ’primitive’ and ’authentic’ evolutionary data, thus she refrained from signing any form of enslavement contract from the start."
Upon hearing this, Jeming couldn’t resist pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit of a headache.
Thus, the logic becomes clear.
Viola’s friend, a powerful sixth level wizard, took on the role of "creator" and "observer" in her own plane.
She created life, endowed them with spirituality, and then... let go.
Letting them develop freely, even including extreme forms like war, with the purpose just to observe the evolution of spirituality in a "natural" state.
To this, Jeming could only quietly comment in his heart: This wizard elder’s research methods are really... quite bold, quite extravagant!
Since it’s a deliberately laissez-faire formed situation, it’s not incomprehensible to see such a "rebellion" occur.
But to let things escalate to the point where the entire plane is in turmoil... this wizard’s "experiment scale" and "level of neglect" are indeed exceedingly rare.
Viola seems to be accustomed to her friend’s style and switched to another question: "Then why did we end up teleported to this ghostly place this time? Every time I came before, I was directly teleported to her precious laboratory."
Anya hurriedly replied: "Because this ’rebellion’ erupted faster and on a larger scale than initially predicted by grandmother, triggering the automatic emergency protocol of the plane’s defense system. Grandmother hasn’t had the chance to manually adjust the permissions, so now all non-marked external teleportations are automatically guided to this observation outpost near the front lines."
"I came over this time because grandmother detected the energy characteristics of your teleportation arrival and specially sent me to assist and take you to the safe laboratory area."
Viola waved her hand wearily: "Alright, alright, I got it. No need to lead the way, I know which tortoise shell that guy’s laboratory is hiding in. Follow me."
She is evidently quite familiar with the paths here.
Jeming then looked at the Black Giant Priest, who had already returned with two slightly twitching elemental creatures and animated plants, and hesitantly glanced at Anya and Viola: "Then... what should we do with these samples?"
He paused for a moment and added, "Our instinctive counterattack just now, won’t it interfere with grandmother’s experimental data?"
Anya blinked her clear big eyes, blankly shaking her head: "This... grandmother didn’t say. I don’t know how it should be handled either."
Viola, however, was straightforward, saying directly: "Erase those individuals directly, who have been severely infected by my law power and have already lost their normal behavioral patterns. Their existence has been distorted and keeping them might contaminate the experimental environment."
"As for us stepping in and possibly having gathered information without clearance..." She sighed, "There’s no other way, we can only ask the old madwoman in person when the time comes to see if she cares."
Seeing Viola already proficiently levitating into the air and heading forward after recognizing the direction, Jeming shook his head helplessly.
He willed the Black Giant Priests who received his command to decisively act, completely ending the pain of the captives on the ground, and then retracted them back into the grotto heaven space within Jeming’s body.
Next to him, Anya also instructed her Spirit of Nature to help clean up those strange howling creatures lying on the ground.
With the two of them working together, the cleanup was quickly completed.
Jeming and Anya then took off in flight, catching up with the leading Viola.
During the flight, Anya leaned closer to Jeming, whispering with curiosity shining in her blue eyes: "Jeming, I heard... that you were researching the ’Fictional Law’ and came up with something very interesting called ’Imaginary Elements’?"
Jeming glanced at her and nodded: "Yes, that’s indeed the case."
Getting confirmation, Anya immediately grew excited, her speed of speech increasing: "Can I purchase some from you? If military merits aren’t acceptable, I’ll trade with spirit body crystals or ancient soul runes! According to grandmother’s research, the imaginary elements you produce seem to have a very unique effect on the growth and mutation of various spirit bodies!"
"No need for any other special materials, if you want to trade, using military merits is fine."
Jeming did not mind at all, spiritual qi was not an irreplaceable scarce resource to him.
If anything, Jeming would rather have more people buy his spiritual qi.
After the Purgatory Sulfur Plane’s Incense Fire Divine Dao is completely modified, he would have the equivalent of an entire plane constantly producing spiritual qi. With his personal strength, he certainly couldn’t use it all up quickly.
He casually responded: "We’ll discuss the specific exchange ratio later. But..."
Jeming glanced at Anya flying alongside him, her expression seemed as innocent as ever, but Jeming could distinctly feel the emotions carried within her faint spiritual fluctuation.
It wasn’t just curiosity, it was mixed with extreme excitement, investigative curiosity, and even subtly contained a hunger as if looking at rare experimental material.
Jeming shuddered instantly, rubbing his goosebumps in distaste: "...But before that, can you restrain your ’I really want to dissect him to see what’s inside’ look!"
Anya, being called out, wasn’t embarrassed at all; she licked her lips and revealed a smile that was contrary to her pure exterior, with a faintly eerie ambiance:
"Sorry, Jeming. It’s just... your life aura smells so ’delicious,’ much stronger than when we last met, making it a bit hard to resist."
Jeming’s eye twitched forcefully, deciding not to say another word to this potential research maniac and "cannibal" in training, silently speeding up his flight to close the gap with Viola.
This place, it’s best to meet the main figure soon, finish the communication quickly, and figure out a way to leave early!
