System experience officer

Chapter 2299. The Copying System 16

Snape slapped his forehead and asked, "Wait, what did they do?"

Han Zifeng said disdainfully, "He can't even speak properly in this lousy class. I'm just here to grab Gryffindor's sword and chop him up."

Snape was momentarily at a loss for words. He knew the boy had a short temper, but he never imagined it would reach this level.

Seeing his indescribable expression, Zi Feng retorted, "Once you get to know those guys better, you'll find that you, this Death Eater, are actually a kind little flower. When it comes to evil, you really have to look to our evil cultivators."

Snape: "No, is it really okay for you to talk like that?"

Zifeng grumbled, "That idiot Voldemort, all he could do was slice off a few souls, right? And his methods weren't even that great. Slicing off a soul, isn't that just stupid? The soul is like the core in a wand; if you slice off the core, what happens to the wand? It's thrown in the trash, it's ruined. That idiot may have had strong magic, but he was practically on the verge of being destroyed. Otherwise, how could a little Harry have gotten the first kill? The correct answer is, his soul couldn't take it anymore, it was cut in seven parts at most. La la la, la la..."

Snape asked, speechless, "Is that how you understand Horcruxes?"

Zi Feng calmly took out the Myriad Souls Banner and said, "Oh, this is my family's soul weapon, the Myriad Souls Banner. We collect the whole soul of a person and refine it into the artifact, that is, into this banner, so that it becomes the spirit of the banner and leads the banner to collect new souls as its underlings. If you don't have several hundred souls in the Myriad Souls Banner, you're embarrassed to say that you have the Myriad Souls Banner."

Snape asked curiously, "How many souls are in this banner?"

Zi Feng replied, "No, but from gods to commoners, the number of people coming and going exceeds ten thousand. I'm too lazy to refine them, so I just sent my Black and White Impermanence to clean up my banner. I'm mainly too lazy to collect souls unless I'm going to the supernatural world, and I don't create people, so I basically don't need their souls. Even if it's your order, I'll have my sisters create a few on the spot, that's fine."

Snape: "No, are the heretics over there really that unreliable?"

Zi Feng replied, "No, no, no, it's reliable. Evil cultivators are reliable for murder. If they don't kill hundreds a day, they'll be looked down upon. Actually, the unreliable ones in the East are usually from reputable sects. Those bastards never tell the truth; it's all about character. If you run into someone with a high justice score, you're lucky. But if they're really bad, even Old Deng isn't one of them. Think about it, he's lived for hundreds of years. That old man over there is guaranteed at least five hundred."

Snape: "So how are you going to handle this?"

Zi Feng replied, "Damn it, we can chat if we can't, otherwise we'll just die and be fed to the dogs. At worst, I'll just ask my sister to remake one if I made a mistake, and fix it all over again. After all, being a smart aleck can be deadly."

Snape questioned, "Aren't you afraid of losing?"

Zi Feng retorted, "It's alright, my family has powerful backing, everyone's a saint. Although not many are crazy, you can't withstand the feat of a group of healers supporting one person, right? I'll handle the fighting, the rest is all logistics." Saying that, she took out the Demon Refining Pot and said, "This is over here, it should be called the Fountain of Life, I'll drink from the pot! That's the power of logistics!" Snape was speechless, and even Dumbledore was speechless this time.

The two of them immediately realized they had truly encountered a living devil, hadn't they? Snape added, "Are you a living devil?"

Zi Feng replied sincerely, "No, there are different levels. Do you think Dumbledore and Harry Potter are on the same level? The King of Hell's boss is the Jade Emperor. The Jade Emperor and my sisters, the weaker ones have to call him master, and the stronger ones are my sisters' generation, so they also have to call him sister. So, the King of Hell is a generation younger than me, okay?"

Dumbledore asked hesitantly, "And what about Hades?"

Zi Feng shrugged, looked in one direction, and said, "Oh, this guy over here, I'm the one in charge. He's a descendant of the demon race, so he has to listen to me." She put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and seeing Snape's reluctant expression, Zi Feng reminded him, "You can buy a new one, one with instructions, a foolproof design, guaranteed to be easier to master than the Killing Curse. You're a Death Eater, do something serious about Death Eaters. Don't just call me a mad scientist all the time. Good luck, you can definitely do it."

Dumbledore: "Can't you teach something decent?"

Zi Feng retorted bluntly, "I'm not a professor." Snape was actually taken aback and burst out laughing. Zi Feng thought for a moment and said, "By the way, you could focus on alchemy and soul magic. Anyway, I can teach you for a fee, but sometimes these skills are only effective for one world, or one quest. Whether they're useful in the next quest really depends on your practical skills. Sigh, so right now, as soon as I light a fire, the furnace is ruined." Snape couldn't help but roll his eyes. Clearly, this woman had actually done just that.

Snape calmly took out some bottles and jars and asked, "Do you want anything? I'll trade you for money."

Zi Feng said with obvious disdain, "Ask him how he makes money. If you don't believe me, you need to have a big imagination, and most importantly, you need to ensure the efficacy of the medicine."

Snape nodded and said very seriously, "Oh, I've already confirmed with him that those are available for sale. I haven't had time to sleep lately."

Zi Feng complained, "Are you guys just trying to fleece me?"

Snape touched his nose and said, "Ahem, I'll make sure to get some rest."

Zi Feng shook her head, offering no comment. She took the bottle, went to Quirrell, grabbed it, tossed it into the bottle, and said to Snape, "Take him to Madam Pomfrey's; a few days of rest should be enough."

After dealing with Quirrell, Snape truly began researching soul potions. He genuinely listened to Zi Feng's advice, spending money to buy some secret methods for cultivating the soul and diligently studying them, which inspired him.

What's thoughtful is that, even when you don't understand something, or haven't grasped it, the system provides good yet friendly explanations. At least it helps you understand what the book is about. And believe it or not, once you understand, Snape immediately recommended it to another version of himself. But the more he learned, the more he realized that these Death Eaters were really just messing around.

There's no way around it. Although the performance of soul cultivators isn't as exaggerated as Zi Feng described, their annual output is still less than what others achieve in just a few days. It really is a regional difference. The key point is that he's talked to other mission takers, and they all basically said that this is quite normal.

In other words, they really are narrow-minded, right? So now he really doesn't think there's anything wrong with being a Death Eater. It's true that you don't know until you compare, and once you compare, you suddenly know clearly that you are a good person. If he doesn't stand on the side of the good people, he feels like he can't go on living.

However, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the practices of unorthodox cultivators. After all, they were considered unorthodox cultivators here, so they were more open-minded about such things than normal cultivators.