Anime Crossover: The Small Workshop System's Aggressive Feeding

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The night was as dark as ink, and a discreetly designed custom sedan glided silently through the streets of Beijing, while its interior was as bright as day.

Feng Shayan's slender fingers flew across the encrypted tablet, the screen's light reflecting off her bright and beautiful face. But at this moment, her eyes, which always carried a hint of arrogance, were filled with turbulent emotions.

A report of "top-level importance".

These three words alone represent a momentous event capable of overturning the entire landscape of the supernatural world. The content of the report, in particular, stirred a profound sense of awe and wonder within her, a self-proclaimed top expert among the younger generation.

The Holy Child's Gu Body was purified in a minute. Chen Duo's problem had been discussed countless times within the company, involving numerous experts, but all efforts were ultimately fruitless, leading them to classify it as a top-threat biological weapon. Yet, this person cleaned it up in a minute, like cleaning up computer junk.

Three seconds to "download" the Divine Refinement of Technology. Who is Ma Xianhong? The village chief of Biyou Village, the master of the Divine Refinement of Technology. Any one of the magical artifacts he creates is enough to make major powers envious. In the end, his core technology was "copied" right in front of him in just three seconds? This is no longer a matter of learning ability; this is practically a power only a god could possess.

And what terrified her the most was... "concept erasure".

Tu Junfang. This name represents the bizarre and evil within the Quanxing sect. His Three Corpses, formless and shapeless, specialize in attacking the most vulnerable parts of the human heart. Countless renowned masters have unknowingly fallen under his spell, turning into madmen or walking corpses. Yet the report states that this "visitor" merely tapped Tu Junfang's forehead with his finger, and then Tu Junfang "forgot" how to use the Three Corpses; the ability itself vanished from his life.

What is this? Formatting? Factory reset?

Feng Shayan turned off the tablet and rubbed her throbbing temples. The quiet air inside the car made her feel somewhat oppressed. She looked at her father, Feng Zhenghao, the president of the Tianxia Society and one of the Ten Elders, who was resting with his eyes closed beside her.

"Dad, is this person... really that amazing?" For the first time, uncertainty crept into her voice. She had absolute confidence in her family's "Spirit Binding and Commanding" technique. It was one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, the foundation upon which the World Society had grown from a small family into the behemoth it was today. But faced with the incredible descriptions in the report, her confidence wavered for the first time.

Feng Zhenghao slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as the sea, revealing no emotion whatsoever. He did not directly answer his daughter's question, but instead said in an unprecedentedly serious tone, "Sha Yan, remember, the person we are going to see today is not an extraordinary person, not even a single person."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts so that his daughter could truly understand the weight of his words.

"You must see it as... a natural phenomenon that we cannot currently understand. Like lightning, or a tsunami. You don't try to figure out why lightning strikes, nor do you try to reason with a tsunami. The only thing you can do is observe it, stay away from it, or... try to utilize its patterns. So, put away all your pride and curiosity, don't have any hostility, and absolutely don't make any probing moves, understand?"

Feng Shayan's heart skipped a beat. She had never seen her father so serious. This was no longer a warning, but an order. She nodded forcefully, forcibly suppressing the competitive spirit surging within her.

The car eventually stopped across the street from a 24-hour fast food restaurant. Looking out the window, the restaurant was brightly lit, bustling with people, and full of life.

Feng Zhenghao straightened his suit collar and got out of the car first. Feng Shayan took a deep breath, calmed her racing heart, and followed him.

The moment Feng Shayan pushed open the glass door of the fast food restaurant, her pupils contracted sharply.

The expected cacophony of voices, the aroma of food, the lively conversations at the next table… all of it seemed as if it had never existed. Before me lay an eerie silence. The lights were still bright, the tables and chairs still neatly arranged, but in the entire space, only a quiet figure sat in a corner booth.

The man, dressed in ordinary casual clothes, was looking down at his phone, a half-empty glass of cola on the table. He seemed to be the only living thing in this static world, and the entire fast food restaurant had become a backdrop for him alone.

Feng Shayan understood almost immediately that the noisy scene they had just seen outside was just an illusion, or rather, a "no unauthorized personnel" sign that this "tourist" had casually set up.

Zhou Ye didn't even look up.

But the moment Feng Shayan's gaze fell upon him, an invisible and irresistible "gaze" instantly pierced through her skin, swept over her bones, and clearly "saw" every strand of Qi flowing within her body.

In that instant, the sand gull felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

Her prized Qi, which she had always been able to control with ease and move with incredible agility, now froze like a frog being targeted by a predator, even the slightest movement becoming incredibly sluggish. This wasn't pressure; she had felt the pressure of many powerful individuals before—that was the oppressive force of their aura. But the feeling before her was completely different.

This is an absolute suppression from a higher level of existence. It's as if she's a program in a computer, and the other party is the administrator with the highest privileges. The other party doesn't even need to do anything; merely "recognizing" her existence is enough to stop all of her underlying code from running.

Her hands and feet turned icy cold, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. The words she had prepared were completely forgotten at that moment.

Just as she was about to give up, a warm and strong hand gently pressed on her shoulder. Feng Zhenghao took a half step forward without making a sound, shielding most of his daughter's body behind him, protecting her from the invisible pressure that was almost suffocating her.

Feng Shayan gasped for breath, looking at her father's retreating figure, her heart filled with lingering fear. She finally understood firsthand what her father meant by "natural phenomenon."

Feng Zhenghao's expression remained calm, as if he hadn't noticed the danger his daughter had just experienced. He bowed slightly to the figure who hadn't raised his head, his posture humble, but his tone was neither servile nor arrogant, perfectly displaying the demeanor of a leader of a powerful force.

"Mr. Zhou Ye, I am Feng Zhenghao from the Tianxia Society. I apologize for bothering you, but I would like to discuss a deal with you."

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

The man called Zhou Ye finally slowly raised his head. He had an ordinary, even somewhat handsome, appearance, looking like a college student next door. But his gaze made Feng Zhenghao's heart skip a beat. It wasn't sharp, nor indifferent, but a pure, emotionless "observation."

Zhou Ye's gaze lingered on Feng Zhenghao's face for a moment, then passed over him and landed on the girl behind him, whose face was pale but who was still trying to stand up straight.

He suddenly laughed, a laugh that carried a playful air, as if he had discovered an interesting toy.

"A deal?" His voice was calm, yet it echoed clearly in the quiet space. "What does your Tianxia Society have that I would be interested in?"

Chapter 385 Feng Zhenghao's Deal

Faced with Zhou Ye's almost scrutinizing gaze and blunt question, Feng Zhenghao's heart sank, but he maintained a calm smile. He knew that from the moment the other party asked that question, the initiative in this negotiation had completely shifted. Any attempt to bluff or bargain would only backfire.

He didn't rush to answer, but naturally pulled out the chair opposite Zhou Ye and gestured for Feng Shayan behind him to sit down as well. Feng Shayan hadn't fully recovered from the suppression originating from the life level just now, and sat down stiffly, her hands unconsciously placed on her knees, sitting upright like a primary school student waiting for a teacher's scolding.

Feng Zhenghao saw his daughter's predicament and sighed inwardly, but this was also one of the reasons he brought her here. Some kinds of awe can only be truly ingrained in one's bones through personal experience.

"Sir, you are joking."

After Feng Zhenghao settled down, he leaned forward slightly, adopting a standard posture for business negotiations.

"With your abilities, sir, the vast majority of tangible objects in this world probably wouldn't even meet your standards."

He paused, observing Zhou Ye's expression. The other man simply looked at him quietly, his eyes showing neither curiosity nor impatience, as if he were watching a pre-programmed sequence of events.

This feeling put Feng Zhenghao under unprecedented pressure. He had seen countless people in his life, from business tycoons to powerful figures in the world of supernatural beings, and he was confident that he could discern their intentions and desires in just a few words. But Zhou Ye in front of him was like a bottomless well; you couldn't see any ripples, and naturally, you couldn't judge its depth.

He had no choice but to play his cards according to the original plan.

"However, our World Society may be able to provide you with some information that you might be interested in."

"Oh?" Zhou Ye finally reacted. He picked up his cola, took a sip, and made a soft slurping sound with the straw, signaling him to continue.

This simple action invigorated Feng Zhenghao. A reaction meant there was demand, and with demand, there was a possibility that the deal could be negotiated.

"According to the intelligence we have received, the gentleman seems to be very interested in the Eight Extraordinary Skills."

Feng Zhenghao lowered his voice, giving it an intriguing air of mystery.

"The Divine Refinement of Biyou Village, the Triple Rebirth of Longhu Mountain, and... the Spirit Binding and Commanding of the Xiafeng Family. You may have already mastered these three extraordinary skills, or you may be about to come into contact with them. But the whereabouts of the remaining five have long been one of the greatest secrets in the world of supernatural beings for the past hundred years."

He stopped and stared intently at Zhou Ye:

“We can provide you with one of them, the exact location of the Tongtian Talisman. Its successor is hiding somewhere, and we can provide you with the specific location and information about the person without reservation.”

The sand swallow's heart began to beat faster.

The Heavenly Talisman! Among the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, it represents the pinnacle of the Talisman School. Legend has it that mastering this technique requires no altar or preparation; talismans drawn with a flick of the wrist possess immense power and are incredibly fast, far surpassing the speed of ordinary talisman masters. The intelligence value of this extraordinary technique is enough to drive any powerful force mad. Using such a colossal secret to secure the family's safety—in her view, this was the greatest sincerity her father could offer, and a sure-fire win for Zhou Ye.

Feng Zhenghao looked at Zhou Ye confidently, awaiting his reply. He believed that no one could resist such a temptation.

However, Zhou Ye laughed after hearing this.

He gently placed the Coke cup on the table with a soft "thump," which sounded particularly clear in the deathly quiet fast food restaurant, and made Feng Shayan's heart tremble.

"Intelligence?" Zhou Ye shook his head, his smile carrying a meaning that made Feng Zhenghao uneasy. "I'm not interested in looking for things; it's too much trouble."

His gaze seemed to pierce through Feng Zhenghao's body, or as if he were examining a product displayed in a shop window.

"Compared to a Heavenly Scroll that I have to find myself, I am more interested in the principles behind your Spirit Binding and Commanding Techniques."

For the first time, Feng Zhenghao's smile froze.

The sand swallow suddenly raised its head, unable to believe its ears.

Zhou Ye completely ignored the shock of the father and daughter and went ahead with his own "transaction plan".

"It's very simple. You, right here, demonstrate the Spirit Control Technique in its entirety, and let me download its data."

He tapped his temple with his finger and used a very modern term, “In return, I can grant your request and cross your Tianxia Society off my travel list.”

"Om-"

Feng Zhenghao's mind went blank.

Demonstrating the summoning of spirits and generals?

Here? In front of him?

What's the difference between this and stripping away the lifeblood of the Feng family and the foundation of the Tianxia Society for centuries, and placing them nakedly on this monster's dissection table?

This is the Feng family's closely guarded secret! It's the pride etched in their blood! It's the foundation that allows them to rank among the Ten Elders and wield power over a region! How could they possibly... how could they possibly display it to others like a commodity!

His breathing became heavy, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his temple. For the first time in decades, he felt his pride in his composure and self-control crumbling inch by inch.

Zhou Ye looked at his unpredictable face, seemingly patiently waiting for his decision. After a long while, he seemed to suddenly remember something and added a casual remark.

Those words, like a Siberian cold front, instantly froze the last vestige of hope in Feng Zhenghao's heart.

"Or, I can try a different approach."

"I will go to your treasure trove myself to see it."

"In that case,"

Zhou Ye grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "I can't guarantee that after reading this, you'll still remember what deals we made."

Chapter 386 An Irresistible Deal

"Go and see your treasure trove for yourself."

These words were like a sharp, icy knife, pressed precisely against Feng Zhenghao's throat. Every word carried undeniable weight, sending a chill down his spine.

He had no doubt that the other party could do it.

The headquarters of the World Society was managed by him to be as impregnable as an iron fortress, combining a modern security system with the unique formations of the supernatural world, making it as solid as a rock. He was once confident that even if any of the Ten Elders tried to force their way in, they would pay a heavy price.

But in front of this man, the so-called "impregnable fortress" is probably no different from a paper window.

Biyou Village serves as a cautionary tale. Ma Xianhong's long-established stronghold was entered into by him as if it were his own backyard. If he could ignore spatial limitations and appear in the heart of Biyou Village, he could naturally ignore defenses and appear in the World Society's treasury as well.

At that point, it would no longer be a "transaction" but a "plunder." He would not only lose the secret of "binding spirits and commanding generals," but he would also completely lose the right to negotiate with the other party, and the entire World Society would become the other party's backyard for them to take whatever they wanted.

Feng Shayan looked at her father's clenched fists, those hands that were usually so confident and commanding, now turned pale at the knuckles from the extreme force. She could feel the struggle and humiliation in her father's heart, the cruel choice between the pride of the family's century-old heritage and the future survival of the family.

She wanted to say something, even just "Let's fight him," rather than watch her father endure the immense pressure of an ambulance. But Feng Zhenghao only glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and the weariness and determination in his eyes made her swallow all her words.

For a long time, it felt like an eternity.

Feng Zhenghao slowly loosened his clenched fist and exhaled a long, stale breath. That breath seemed to drain all his strength and take away his last shred of dignity as one of the Ten Elders.

When he raised his head again, his eyes had returned to calm, but beneath that calm lay an unfathomable darkness.

“Okay…” His voice was a little hoarse, like a rusty gear turning.

"I promise you."

After uttering those three words, Feng Zhenghao felt as if all his energy had been drained. He stood up, took a deep breath in the small open space of the fast food restaurant, and his internal energy began to circulate in a mysterious way.

This isn't about fighting; it's about showing off.

He stretched out his hand into the empty air beside him, chanting an incantation—a secret spell passed down through generations of the Feng family. As he channeled his Qi, a blurry humanoid silhouette clad in ancient general's armor slowly materialized beside him. The spirit emanated a cold yet powerful aura; it was one of the most powerful spirits subdued by the Feng family throughout the ages.