Mechanical Alchemist

"Then we'll assemble our forces and trigger the great battle ahead of time,"

"Yes. Once the Magic Legion collapses, the gods of the celestial plane will surely descend. Once we win, we can directly raid the dimensional channel. If our plan succeeds, the channel will be covered in spatial fragments, buying the Alchemy plane at least several decades to breathe..."

"So, after this battle, will you be going to the celestial plane?"

"Yes. To destroy the dimensional channel, I must go there myself to possibly achieve it. Besides, the Alchemy plane currently lacks the conditions to condense divinity. Only by going to a higher plane like the celestial plane is there a chance."

"Have you found a way to condense divinity?"

"No. But among the intelligence I've gathered, there are some directional clues. The celestial plane has heretical and even alchemical legacies that have withstood the test of time. There might be a chance after I arrive. I also have another plan that, if feasible, might even keep the celestial plane preoccupied with its internal troubles. But all will be discussed after I get there..."

"..."

Su Lun's plan, now bolstered by the "God Profaner," was impeccable. Listening to it, Mr. Jing, Chian Tiao, and Pandora in the bathhouse all had serious expressions, with nothing more to say.

To slay a god, Su Lun alone would not be enough, even though he had merged with "God Slayer."

The formation of this god-slaying plan, however, was predicated on him having a powerful organization—Dawn.

Su Lun marveled once again at the extensive designs of Sir Isaac.

The three related to the Isaac family—Mr. Jing, Pestroya, and Pandora—were key to the god-slaying plan.

Their abilities were tailored to counter divine ranks.

"S-003-Fate Controller," the only known ability was to glimpse into the trajectory of fate.

Su Lun knew that the Alchemical Demigod might have foreseen some fates of the Alchemy plane a thousand years ago. This led to the creation of five Alchemy manuscripts and some prescient preparations.

These arrangements showed the foresight and greatness of Sir Isaac.

After his trip to the Sandy plane, harvesting memories of slaves from many planes, Su Lun discovered how unique the Alchemy plane truly was.

Here, the probability of humans awakening talents was exceptionally low, only about twenty to thirty percent.

Moreover, the probability of a Talent above Class B was extremely rare.

Previously, he knew that many from the celestial plane awakened elemental talents, but overall it also did not exceed thirty percent. He thought it was an exception until he realized it was the same across all heavenly planes.

Only the Alchemy plane was very special.

Almost ninety percent or more professionals here could awaken their own talents, and there were not a few AB-class talents.

Although Su Lun did not know the exact reason, he guessed that it was probably because of inheritances left by the predecessors of the Alchemy plane's powerful beings.

Just like the two S-class talents he acquired, and the countless ancient treasures of the plane.

When the Dawn civilization collapsed, some powerful beings, aware they could not reverse their fate, left "hope" to ensure the resurgence of alchemy and the continued transmission of their civilization.

Sir Isaac did the same thing.

When truly powerful enough to stand at the pinnacle of civilization, the view is different.

Just like the current situation of the Alchemy plane.

Those like Su Lun, standing at the pinnacle of the plane, see not just themselves but the whole Alchemy civilization.

The ultimate aim of Alchemy is to glimpse the truth.

After seeing the truth, why would one blind their own eyes again?

In the battle against the gods, no one knows what might happen; the risk is enormous.

But the plan discussed by Su Lun, from start to finish, never accommodates the chance of failure.

Because everyone knows that should they fail, they wouldn't just die in battle; the entire Alchemy plane would fall.

Talking about failure is futile.

This plan simply ensures that the initiative in the great battle lies in their hands, rather than being slowly consumed by the beings of the celestial plane.

...

"Alright! That settles it!"

After consulting among themselves, they set the plan that would decide the fate of the Alchemy plane.

With the serious matters settled, the somber atmosphere had dissipated quite a bit.

However, Mr. Jing and Pandora still had thoughtful looks in their eyes, while Su Lun stared blankly, pondering whether there were any oversights in his plan.

Only one person was completely unconcerned, without the slightest sense of crisis.

Philo patted Su Lun on the back, shouting, "Hey, Su Lun, turn around, and I'll give you a shoulder rub."

She had been involved in the discussion the whole time but hadn't spoken a word.

Complex plans were beyond the comprehension of this gambling addict; to her, fighting was the most thrilling thing, especially a battle against the gods.

For her, it was all about the fight.

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Su Lun turned slightly.

The 4x4 bath was quite spacious, but it was somewhat crowded with three people side by side.

To his left was Philo, and to his right was his senior sister, with some skin contact between them.

This was all routine anyway.

Submerged in the warm water, Su Lun felt completely relaxed.

But suddenly, the scenario changed.

As Philo massaged him, she had a sudden thought and swiftly lifted Su Lun's right arm, draping it over Mr. Jing's shoulder.

Mr. Jing glanced sideways slightly.

Su Lun turned his head to look with a puzzled expression, "???"

Feeling the silky smoothness of skin as cold as ice, he didn't pull his hand back, and neither of them saw any issue with it.

But seeing Philo's expression, Su Lun guessed that the gambling addict was up to no good.

Sure enough, with a mischievous look, Philo said, "Try it, Su Lun. Last time you went to fulfill the demonic contract, I mentioned it to Philo, and she didn't refuse."

"..."

Su Lun's eyelids twitched sharply.

He suddenly remembered what "last time" referred to.

During their previous visit to the Yellow Sands dimension, he joked about wanting to sleep with Philo, and this gambling addict had pushed Mr. Jing forward.

Normally, such private chat would mean social death for just the two of them.

But now, saying it in public, it was social death for a group of people.

Did Philo even care about social death?

As for Su Lun, he had thick enough skin, so it probably didn't bother him much.

But Mr. Jing, who came from a reputable family, was a classic gentlewoman...

Across from them, Pandora, catching the drift of the conversation, watched the trio with a look of amusement in her beautiful eyes, full of laughter.

As another person involved, Mr. Jing, though still appearing calm, flashed her eyes, showing a hint of helplessness towards Philo's unrestrained behavior.

The atmosphere in the bath had turned slightly suggestive.

If no one had brought it up again, it would have passed.

But Philo just had to look over again and followed up with, "Right, Philo?"

"..."

Mr. Jing didn't know how to respond and was caught between laughter and tears.

With that statement, Su Lun suddenly felt uncomfortable with his right hand on her shoulder.

Always one to stoke the flames, Philo winked at Su Lun and teased, "Hey, you said you transformed into Philo many times when you were messing around with your succubus maid. Now that you have the chance to try for real, why not? If we go to the divine realm, you might not get this kind of opportunity again."

Su Lun knew Philo always spoke boldly. Hearing the first part, he took it as teasing and thought it might just pass if he didn't respond.

But the latter half of his sentence flashed and vanished in his mind.

At that moment, Pandora across from him stood up with a smile on her face, saying sensibly, "I'm done soaking, you guys take your time."

As she spoke, she elegantly left the bath, even helpfully pulling the bath curtain for Su Lun and the other two.

For a moment, no one in the bath spoke, and the atmosphere became slightly somber.

Disappointed by Su Lun and Mr. Jing's lack of reaction, Qian Tiao muttered, "Oh, come on, you two are no fun."

Mr. Jing chuckled and shook his head, unable to stay any longer. She stood up and said, "I'm soaked enough too, I won't keep you company."

Her tone was light and breezy, betraying no awkwardness.

As she spoke, she stood up to leave.

The sound of water splashed, and sparkling droplets slid down her body. She was wearing a soaking robe, which, now wet, clung tightly to her skin, revealing every curve of her body.

Upon hearing her, Qian Tiao pursed her lips slightly, her gaze narrowing as a mischievous expression crossed her face.

She pointed a finger, and a fine strand of Sword Qi swept across, producing a soft "rip" as the delicate fabric of Mr. Jing's robe tore, sliding off her skin and leaving her completely uncovered.

Mr. Jing looked at her slipping robe, turned to glower at Qian Tiao, and spat, "Nonsense."

Even devoid of any cover, her proud and stunning face showed no sign of panic; she remained composed and graceful.

She spoke without any intent to cover up, gracefully stepping out of the bath, seemingly indifferent to the stares from Su Lun and the other.

But being uncovered naturally made her fully visible from top to bottom.

Being from the Blood clan, Mr. Jing's skin was paler than normal humans, almost as white as snow.

Her body was flawless, with a well-endowed chest and a slender waist, not to mention her conspicuously long legs. Even bare, she didn't exude a sense of eroticism but rather an ultimate, innocent yet provocative charm.

Su Lun knew his older apprentice sister didn't mind, so he didn't avert his gaze.

Although he had seen her with her top removed when treating her wounds, this was the first time he had seen Mr. Jing completely undressed.

This sight sparked a subtle gleam in his eyes.

The Blood clan has little body hair except for the hair on their heads, making their skin as smooth as silk. At the moment, Su Lun felt his gaze unwillingly stick, moving from her exquisite face to her creamy neck, then to her delicate collarbone, sliding down further across her majestic curves to her flat stomach... a expanse smooth as warm jade.

Qian Tiao, quite excited by the sight, couldn't help but ask, "Looks good, doesn't it?"

Though Su Lun knew it was a jest, he casually laughed and replied, "Looks great."

Hearing that, Qian Tiao clicked her tongue, "Regret it now? I told you Philo has an amazing figure."

The two of them were clearly heard by Mr. Jing; upon hearing their candid remarks, her eyes showed a hint of resignation as she pulled open the curtain and walked out.

Su Lun did not respond further to Qian Tiao's comments, just smiling silently.

....

With two people gone, the bath suddenly became more spacious. Su Lun lay back, comfortably sighing.

Now that there were only two of them in the restroom, the atmosphere lightened immediately.

He and Qian Tiao did not consider each other strangers, so naturally, nothing was off-limits.

Without others around, Qian Tiao found the soak less enjoyable.

The two remained silent for a while, then suddenly, as if she thought of something, she turned around to sit face to face with Su Lun.

This posture would have been normal, but because she was undressed, it seemed rather suggestive.

Su Lun also opened his eyes to look at her.

The water in the pool was just below the chest, but due to Qian Tiao's impressive form, it partly floated above the surface.

The bath rippled gently, reflecting a vast expanse in his eyes.

Qian Tiao looked slightly conflicted, as if she was deep in thought about something.

With a thoughtful look, Su Lun chuckled and asked, "What is it, Sister Qian Tiao?"

After pondering for a moment, Qian Tiao finally spoke earnestly, "I think... we could also give it a try."

Su Lun listened with a baffled expression, casting a doubtful glance, "???"

He didn't react immediately.

Then, a thought flashed through his mind, and he understood what she meant, expressing incredulously, "Ah?"

The main reason was that Qian Zhao's expression was too strange, it gave off the vibe: I'm here to discuss serious business with you.

Qian Zhao was not the bashful type. She laid a hand on Su Lun's shoulder and bluntly said, "Didn't you say last time you wanted to try? I thought it over and it seems fine."

Su Lun, amused yet helpless, really didn't know how to respond.

Seeing his expression, Qian Zhao glanced sidelong at the water and scoffed, "Hey, show some respect, okay?"

Su Lun knew exactly what she was referring to. He smiled slightly, wrapped his arms around her waist and below, and laughed, "Like this?"

It must be said, Qian Zhao had quite the impressive figure.

Unbound by chest wrappings, her chest proudly rivaled even Sabrina's.

As a close-combat professional, her body was fit and toned, with her waist, hips, and leg muscles well proportioned and extremely pleasing to touch.

From the front, one could not see the ferocious tattoo that covered her back. Ignoring the heroic expression between her eyebrows, focusing solely on her physique, she was definitely a beautiful body that could stir desires.

Even the movement of his arms around her made Su Lun feel like his fingers were sinking into tenderness.

Although they had physical contact on ordinary days, they had never touched each other so intimately before.

Qian Zhao didn't shy away, allowing him to touch her much more clearly than before.

The two of them fell into a very close, very intimate position.

Qian Zhao noticed a change and looked somewhat troubled, "Then?"

She didn't feel embarrassed; she just wasn't accustomed to it.

Su Lun didn't hold back, supporting her with one hand while the other hand moved up along her body.

After all, with this gambling-addict lady being so forward, he would really be disrespectful if he held back.

The atmosphere grew increasingly intimate.

Qian Zhao furrowed her brow. Although she was trying very hard to cooperate, something still felt oddly off inside.

She looked at Su Lun, with an expression of wanting to say something but hesitating.

Seeing her look, Su Lun laughed and said, "How about we just call it a day?"

Qian Zhao had a competitive look on her face, "No. Continue."

Having made up her mind, she let him proceed.

Su Lun heard this, brushed away a stray lock of her hair from her forehead, and laughed joyfully, triumphant and unrestrained, "Alright then."

At that moment, he found the stubbornness of this gambling-addict lady extremely endearing.

He gently embraced her into his arms.

...

After a while, Su Lun asked, "How is it?"

Qian Zhao frowned for a moment and then admitted, "I feel... like I've been stabbed by a sword."

"Ha...?"

Su Lun found it both funny and frustrating.

But then, Qian Zhao raised her eyebrow and added, "But... not bad."

Because it was Su Lun, it was the first time she felt, maybe it wasn't so bad.

The spring scenery was charming and the ambiguous atmosphere boundless.

That day.

The Rakshasa Woman experienced a duality of emotions, showing compassion to others while looking at Su Lun joyfully.