Outside the capital, inside a manor villa.
Jiang Yan was looking through a thick stack of intelligence reports, on which was a photo of an elderly Caucasian man with short hair.
Level Five Martial Artist, Duke Redd Dominic, the only Level Five in Perth Nation.
Since his beloved died saving him thirty-eight years ago, he had withdrawn from the Awakened World and lived in seclusion in a small town in Perth.
There was also a large amount of intelligence about Redd. After reading for a while, Jiang Yan waved his hand behind him.
Han Qi immediately stepped forward: "Chairman."
"Go to the prison and retrieve a female inmate to feed to the Flesh Bodhisattva," Jiang Yan said without turning his head.
The Flesh Bodhisattva was too large, and combined with its abstract appearance, Jiang Yan simply had it dig a pit and stay underground beneath the villa.
In his hand, he held a black and white photo of a beautiful Caucasian woman with a high nose bridge.
"Understood!" Han Qi nodded, turned around, and went out to contact the relevant personnel for arrangements.
Jiang Yan stood up; it was time for him to act as well.
The Weaver of Illusions jumped off the floor onto his shoulder, following Jiang Yan out.
Walking out the villa door, the King of the Deep Sea was already waiting.
The Cloud Ray flew down. Jiang Yan stepped onto it, and the Ghost Buddha and the King of the Deep Sea followed beside him.
"Woo!" The Cloud Ray cried out and quickly ascended, flying towards Perth Nation under Jiang Yan's command.
Jiang Yan opened the map on his phone, which showed a straight-line distance of three thousand kilometers.
The entire Blue Star only had one complete continent, inhabited by various races.
If Nanwu Country was located in the central area of the continent, Perth Nation was situated in the upper left corner near the sea.
Its total population was only slightly over three million, even smaller than Liyang Country, and it was a purely Caucasian country.
In the afternoon, a cloud mass several dozen meters wide floated above a remote town in Perth Nation.
Jiang Yan looked down at the small town with only a few streets, comprised entirely of Western-style wooden houses built from timber. Occasionally, a few people passed by on the streets.
Jiang Yan stopped outside the town. The Weaver of Illusions activated its ability, and Jiang Yan's face transformed into that of an ordinary-looking Caucasian youth.
The Cloud Ray carried the King of the Deep Sea into the sky, turning into a cloud mass that followed above him.
Jiang Yan walked inward along the street. People occasionally passed by but paid no attention to him.
Following the intelligence stored in his memory, Jiang Yan arrived at the back of the town, where a single small wooden house appeared before him.
In front of the wooden house, a Golden Maple Tree was planted. An elderly Caucasian man sat in front of the house, deeply immersed in playing a harmonica.
"Wuwuwu..." However, the sound of the harmonica was truly grating, causing Jiang Yan's brow to furrow.
Redd also noticed the unfamiliar Caucasian youth standing before him, but he ignored him.
Given his identity, he occasionally attracted a few admirers who had heard of his reputation, something he had grown used to over the years.
Jiang Yan scrutinized Redd. His face was aged and covered in age spots. He was slightly hunched over, appearing to be only about 1.7 meters tall, and the white short-sleeved shirt he wore had black mold spots on it.
He looked nothing like a Level Five Martial Artist or a Duke should.
Seeing Jiang Yan still looking at him, Redd put down the harmonica and was about to speak, only to watch Jiang Yan turn and walk away.
"Is this kid crazy?" After watching Jiang Yan for a moment, he continued playing the harmonica by himself.
His wife had taught him this harmonica, and whenever he missed her, he would play it for a while, even if he played terribly.
After continuing to play for a while, he stood up and walked into the house. Before long, he emerged carrying a small, worn blue bag and walked out of the town.
Before sunset, Redd arrived at a cliff covered in various flowers.
In the middle of the flowers stood a tree, and next to the tree was a flower-covered grave with a tombstone bearing several carved words.
[Tomb of Redd Dominic's Beloved Wife, Lina Enid]
Redd took a small radio out of the worn bag and pressed the switch.
Ding... Ding...
A piece of beautiful music emanated from it. Redd took out his harmonica, looked at the grave, and said softly, "Lina, I've come to keep you company again."
He placed the harmonica to his lips, and a grating sound emerged.
He played until the sun set before packing up. Looking at the grave, Redd showed a gentle smile: "Lina, I'm going back now. I'll come find you again tomorrow."
After speaking, he walked away from the cliff. It wasn't until a full ten minutes after he disappeared that something happened.
A cloud mass flew down, revealing Jiang Yan and the King of the Deep Sea standing on the Cloud Ray.
The King of the Deep Sea's face was twisted: "That playing was truly awful. I really wanted to slap him to death."
Jiang Yan led the Ghost Buddha toward the grave. He and the King of the Deep Sea had been forced to listen to the old man play for several hours from above; Jiang Yan felt completely numb.
"Start," Jiang Yan instructed the Ghost Buddha.
The Ghost Buddha floated in front of the grave, hands pressed together. The black Buddhist halo behind its head emitted bursts of black light.
Buzz! The black Buddhist light shone onto the grave. Under Jiang Yan's gaze, a transparent green orb was pulled out from inside the grave by the light.
Jiang Yan looked at the transparent green orb, filled with curiosity: 'Is this a soul? It looks quite ordinary.'
The green orb transformed into a small speck of light floating on the black halo behind the Ghost Buddha's head.
"Let's go, time to return." Seeing this, Jiang Yan turned and left with the Ghost Buddha... In the middle of the night, outside Jiang Yan's villa, Dong Guangjie and Han Qi were standing in front of the Flesh Bodhisattva.
The two watched the dense, wriggling limbs. One wore an expression of excitement, while the other felt his scalp prickle.
Under their gaze, the opening in the center of the Flesh Bodhisattva's body, filled with wriggling limbs, was pushing a body outward.
The body was covered in transparent mucus and was slowly pulled out inch by inch by the Flesh Bodhisattva's wriggling hands.
A few minutes later, the body of a Caucasian woman, about 1.65 meters tall, was pulled out and tossed onto a pre-prepared pool of water.
"Quickly, don't let the body drown," Han Qi waved to the side, and several female Bodyguards rushed forward to pull the person out of the one-meter-deep pool.
Dong Guangjie sighed with emotion: "No matter how many times I see it, I'm amazed by the Flesh Bodhisattva's magic. It can actually generate an identical being just from some photographic information."
He quietly watched as the unconscious physical body was cleaned by the female Bodyguards, dressed in a small white skirt, and placed on a stretcher nearby.
Rumble!
After the Flesh Bodhisattva finished all this, a roar came from the ground beneath it, and its body began to drill into the earth.
Only a large hole remained where it had been.
Dong Guangjie and Han Qi continued to wait there until an hour later, when a cloud mass flew in from the night sky.
The cloud mass dispersed, and Jiang Yan descended with the Ghost Buddha and the King of the Deep Sea.
Han Qi quickly stepped forward respectfully: "Chairman, everything has been prepared according to your instructions."
He said this while pointing to the Caucasian physical body lying on the stretcher.
Jiang Yan walked up to look. The woman before him had a high nose bridge and a fair, beautiful face. She was breathing, looking just like she was asleep.
'It's so lifelike, no, it's absolutely identical.' Jiang Yan's eyes flickered.
He then turned to the Ghost Buddha: "Can you merge her soul into this?"
The Ghost Buddha nodded slightly, walked directly beside the body, and the soul inside the black halo behind it flew out.
"Wait a moment, let me take a picture first," Dong Guangjie suddenly shouted, stopping them.
Click! Click!
He was holding a camera, having grabbed it sometime earlier, and quickly stepped forward to frantically photograph the transparent green orb.
"Is this the existence of the soul? Humanity has researched this for thousands of years, and I'm seeing it right here! I feel like dying now would be worth it." As he took photos, a twisted smile appeared on his face, like a pervert gazing at a naked beauty.