35: Chapter 35 Spiritual Energy Drained? This is Called Scientific Cultivation

The blue light net, large enough to cover the entire rooftop, descended upon him with a scalp-numbing buzzing sound.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would likely be terrified to the point of weak knees. But Chen Beixuan stood with his hands behind his back, the contemptuous sneer at the corner of his mouth not even fading in the slightest.

In his five hundred years of memories as a Cultivator, Mortal weapons were nothing more than scrap metal. Even this energy net, which looked somewhat sophisticated, was in his eyes merely a slightly larger firework.

"Petty tricks, you dare to show off in front of this Immortal Venerable?"

Chen Beixuan let out a cold snort, his eyes filled with disdain. He was too lazy to even move his feet, simply raising his right hand casually, bringing his index and middle fingers together, and lightly pointing at the Void Realm.

"Fireball Technique, go!"

According to his script, even though he currently only had the weak cultivation of the Early Stage of Qi Refining, this single point would be enough to stir the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, turning it into a scorching fireball to burn this broken net to nothing, and incidentally teach that hide-and-seek playing "Director Gu" a lesson.

However.

One second passed.

Two seconds passed.

The scene of flames soaring into the sky, which he had expected, did not appear.

All that appeared from his fingertip was a weak little flame, flickering like a candle in the wind, before emitting a "pfft" sound and extinguishing extremely awkwardly, leaving behind only a wisp of faint blue smoke.

The air suddenly became terrifyingly quiet.

The feeling was like a max-level boss preparing to unleash a screen-clearing ultimate move, only to let out a dud fart.

Chen Beixuan's face, which had always maintained an inscrutable expression, finally stiffened. He looked at his fingers in disbelief, rubbed them hard, and pointed again fiercely.

"Fire, come!"

No reaction.

"Lightning, come!"

Still no reaction.

The Spiritual Qi that had originally filled the world and obeyed his every command, now seemed as if it did not exist.

No matter how he urged his internal Cultivation Technique, the spiritual power that should have been as responsive as his own arm was now like sludge stuck in a sewer, refusing to circulate no matter what.

An unprecedented sense of emptiness and panic instantly enveloped his entire body.

"How is this possible! Where is my True Qi? Where did the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi go?" Chen Beixuan's face changed drastically; the composure of controlling everything was gone, replaced by deep astonishment. "This is clearly not a place devoid of spiritual energy, why can I not perceive even a trace of Spiritual Qi fluctuation?!"

"It's correct that you can't perceive it."

In mid-air, that huge holographic projection spoke again.

Gu Changan, hands in his pockets, watched Chen Beixuan below, who was frantically waving his fingers like a clown, his tone as calm as if he were giving a science lesson to elementary school students.

"That is a 'Wide-Area Spiritual Particle Interference Field,' or you can understand it in layman's terms as—a signal jammer."

"All the Spiritual Qi molecules in this area have been subjected to reverse spin locking at the microscopic level. Unless your spiritual power intensity can exceed the power limit of the jammer, here, you are just an ordinary Mortal who is not even as good as a lighter."

Gu Changan paused, pushed up the frames of his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and added: "Student Chen, this is called science. Even Cultivation requires following basic laws; have you heard of the law of conservation of energy?"

"Nonsense! What kind of bullshit science! This Immortal Venerable is an Immortal Venerable who has undergone Undergoing Tribulation, how could I be affected by Mortal means..."

Chen Beixuan was furious from embarrassment and wanted to continue cursing, but it was already too late.

"Zzzzt—!" The high-energy particle restraint net did not pause at all, instantly tightening.

"Ah—!!!" A miserable scream resounded through the sky, even drowning out the humming of the drones.

That was not ordinary electricity; it was a special high-frequency pulse specifically targeting Meridians and the nervous System. A voltage of one hundred thousand volts instantly pierced through Chen Beixuan's body, causing his so-called "Immortal Body," which he was so proud of, to instantly lose control.

This Rebirth Immortal Venerable, who just moments ago wanted to "make the surrounding hundred miles flow with blood," was now convulsing wildly on the ground, performing an embarrassing breakdance.

His hair stood up on end, exploding into an afro full of post-modern artistic sense.

His mouth no longer spat out cool, arrogant lines, but instead foamed at the mouth, one mouthful after another.

His body curled up like a cooked shrimp, black smoke rising from all over him, emitting a faint smell of burning.

"Is... is this a Lightning Tribulation?" Su Wanqing asked, trembling while huddled in the corner. Looking at Chen Beixuan's miserable appearance, the tiny bit of attraction she felt just now for the "domineering Immortal Venerable" instantly vanished into thin air.

It was too pathetic.

Too embarrassing.

Where was there any sign of an immortal demeanor? He was simply a lunatic getting electrocuted.

"No, that is the iron fist of the state." Teacher Wang pushed up his glasses. Although his legs were still shaking, his eyes held a trace of awe for public authority.

The short five-second electrotherapy ended.

The light net dissipated.

Chen Beixuan lay on the hot concrete floor like a dead dog, his body still twitching from time to time. His consciousness was already blurred, the world before him spinning, with only the increasingly loud roar of a helicopter in his ears.

A pitch-black heavy armed helicopter hovered above the rooftop, the massive airflow blowing dust and smoke everywhere.

Two ropes were lowered.

Two special agents wearing full-coverage exoskeleton armor slid down the ropes at high speed; they were the most elite capture team of the "Bureau of Anomalous Affairs."

"Thud! Thud!" Heavy tactical boots slammed onto the ground, emitting a dull sound of metal impact.

The two special agents did not waste any words, their movements rough yet professional. Each stepped on Chen Beixuan's back and legs, pinning him firmly to the ground, making him unable to move.

Another one pulled out a pair of handcuffs glowing with a faint blue rune luster from their waist.

"Click!" The spirit-suppressing handcuffs locked Chen Beixuan's wrists, and two tiny probes pierced directly into his pulse points, completely sealing the last bit of strength in his body that wanted to resist.

Immediately after, a black ball-shaped object was stuffed into Chen Beixuan's mouth, connected to a strap at the back, which was fastened behind his head.

[Anti-biting gag].

This was mainly to prevent these Cultivators from chanting spells, or from trying to bite their tongues to commit suicide.

"Mmph! Mmmph!" Chen Beixuan's eyes were bloodshot, glaring at these people intensely. Humiliation, endless humiliation almost made his chest explode.

He, the dignified Immortal Venerable Beixuan, was actually tied up like a pig by Mortals? And forced to wear such shameful things?!

At this moment, the helicopter's cabin door opened.

Gu Changan did not rappel; instead, he waited for the helicopter to slowly descend to a height of two meters above the ground before jumping down with agile movements.

He straightened the collar of his trench coat, which had been ruffled by the wind, and walked with unhurried steps, his leather shoes clicking on the concrete floor in a rhythmic sound, walking step by step to Chen Beixuan.

Gu Changan did not speak, just quietly looked down at this once arrogant Rebirth individual at his feet.

That gaze had neither the gloating of a victor nor the pity for the strong, only the indifference one has when looking at a parking violation ticket.

He slowly squatted down.

Chen Beixuan was still struggling desperately, a beast-like low growl emitting from his throat.

"Slap."

Gu Changan raised his hand and patted Chen Beixuan's face, which had been scorched black by electricity, twice, neither too lightly nor too heavily. The sound was crisp, the damage was minimal, but the insult was extreme.

"Are you clear-headed now?"

Gu Changan's voice showed no emotion.

Chen Beixuan stared at him intensely; if looks could kill, Gu Changan would have already been torn into ten thousand pieces.

"Mmmph!" (This Immortal Venerable will kill you!)

Gu Changan seemed completely indifferent to what he was saying, just taking out a thick red book from his bosom—the "Criminal Law of Dragon Country."

In front of Chen Beixuan, he flipped it open unhurriedly, the sound of the pages turning exceptionally clear on the quiet rooftop.

"What was it you said up there just now?"

Gu Changan's fingers glided across the pages, finally stopping at one of the lines, looking up at Chen Beixuan, with a mocking curve at the corner of his mouth.

"'I do as I please all my life, why should I explain myself to anyone'?"

"That's a pretty arrogant line, Immortal Venerable."

Gu Changan closed the law code, using the thick spine to gently pat Chen Beixuan's cheek, once, twice.

"Come, I'll give you a chance now, read after me."

"According to Article 232 of the 'Criminal Law,' the crime of intentional homicide."

"Article 234, the crime of intentional injury."

"And Article 114, the crime of endangering public safety by dangerous methods."

Gu Changan stood up, looking down at Chen Beixuan from above, the sunlight falling from behind him, making his whole figure look like an insurmountable, towering mountain.

"In this country, no matter if you are an Immortal Venerable from five hundred years ago, or a lunatic from five hundred years later, as long as you break the law, you have to explain."

"Not only do you have to explain, you have to explain clearly."

Gu Changan turned around and waved his hand at the special agents, his tone as cold as the dead of winter.

"Take him away."

"Let this Immortal Venerable go sit in the interrogation room and see if his Dao Heart can withstand the judgment of the law. By the way, tell the pre-trial section not to prepare tea for him; this person isn't thirsty, he just swallowed quite a bit of foam."