The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 610 Shen Le: I need support from the Special Affairs Bureau! Urgently needed!

It took Shen Le a full half month to gradually adjust her mindset for this immersive experience.

There was no way around it; although the last time was filled with murderous intent, it was ultimately just three consecutive battles, totaling less than 12 hours. But this time, it was killing, traveling, traveling, killing…

The number of people I killed in the illusion was several times greater than last time; the scale of the war I faced was dozens of times larger than last time.

Not to mention, the final struggle to move forward in the desert was a complete disregard for life and death, pushing his spirit, will, and physical strength to the limit.

I'm no longer considering whether I can reach it, or even whether I should give up. I'm not even considering that this is just a memory of the Modao. Even if I successfully climb to Kucha, it won't change anything.

At the very end, I was completely disoriented, but I had only one thought that I couldn't let go of!
go ahead!

We'll crawl there, even if it means crawling!
This round of illusory experience was undoubtedly of great benefit to his mental and physical will. When Shen Le entered meditation again, he felt that his spirit was vibrant and his level of subtlety and refinement had improved significantly compared to before.
Not only that, the level of spiritual refinement has also reached several major levels.

Normally, when he was drawing talismans in the air, he would sometimes lose focus and accidentally make a wrong stroke, causing the entire talisman to scatter and disappear. This time, he drew seven or eight talismans in the air without losing focus, and naturally succeeded on the first try!
Even with so many benefits, Shen Le didn't dare to try it again for the time being. He could only tinker around in his mansion, wiping tables, washing curtains, and removing moss and weeds from the roof tiles.

Occasionally, I would listen to Xiao Ling sing and watch the girls in their flowing skirts dance, but I dared not even look at anyone, let alone step into the second courtyard on the east side of the road.

As soon as he stood at the door, Ah Lü started shouting:
"Such murderous intent! How can you be so murderous! Get out of here! Get lost!!!"

If even Ah Lü couldn't stand it, then others were even less likely to be able to. Professor Zhang reluctantly met with him, and after confirming that he wouldn't suddenly go crazy, he immediately took his leave, fleeing as if a ghost were chasing him.
The peony fairies at the neighboring Tianxiang Pavilion were even worse. Every time they delivered food, they would bring it to the gate of the mansion, where Xiaoling or another little one would sneak in to receive it, then carry the food box dozens of meters along the alley to deliver it to his door.

Shen Le not only dared not see these flower fairies, he even made a point of walking through two extra courtyards to keep a physical distance from them...

After listening to music, watching dances, doing housework, and meditating for a week, Ah Lü finally allowed him to enter her courtyard. It took him another half month to safely go to Tianxiang Restaurant for a meal.

At this point, Shen Le was eager to try again and went to the next studio to explore the armor.

The armored vehicle transmitted many memories to him, such as retracing the Uyghur route and experiencing another battle with the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), but Shen Le politely declined. He really didn't want to try them unless he was forced into a corner.
However, he still really wanted to see the other memories again, especially the Daming Palace!

Hanyuan Hall!

"Hey, could you show me around one more time? Just one more look at Chang'an City? Just one more look at the Hanyuan Hall of the Daming Palace?"

Shen Le, fully armored and clad in helmet, sat upright on a stone bench, one hand on the hilt of the sword, the other on the armor plate, his entire body pulsating with heat. He was using his own strength to work his armor, trying to "feed" it and give it more energy.
"Can you take me to see it one more time? Just once! Even just the Hanyuan Hall is fine! I can give you this much more energy! A little more is also okay, the price is negotiable—"

The armor plates hummed, and the blade trembled slightly. Sweat beaded on Shen Le's forehead.
"Damn it, this Mo Dao is like a bottomless pit..."

None of the little guys he repaired before were this ruthless! Like a glutton, they devoured the power he gave them without stopping!
Moreover, Shen Le felt that all this power was being channeled into every inch of steel that he had personally ignited and melted, especially the blade made from turbine steel and artillery shell steel, imbuing it with a kind of spirituality bit by bit...

Is this some kind of weapon forging?

Is this really weapon forging?!
The higher the quality of the steel, the higher its potential, and the more power is needed to forge it into a magical artifact.
Now that things have come to this, Shen Le could no longer beat up Mo Dao—besides, he couldn't do it anyway, so he could only desperately try to transfer his strength.

The golden bead that was sent to his dantian spun slower and slower, becoming weaker and weaker. When it was sent into his meridians, no more power could be squeezed out. He communicated with the armor once more, but was still not drawn into the illusion.

Left with no other choice, I dug out the last unfinished part and started to work on it:
It was a breast protector. To be precise, it was half a breast protector, or rather, a complete mirror that had been cut in two.

Half of it disappeared without a trace, while the other half was used as a breastplate and embedded in an iron armor. Due to some inexplicable circumstance, it fell into the Hotan River and was obtained by the black fish demon.

And now, half of the broken mirror lay before him, dim, silent, rusty, and with blurred patterns...

He exudes an aura of evil.

Shen Le frowned, trying hard to sense the demonic energy emanating from the mirror. He raised and lowered his hand repeatedly. It wasn't that he was being lazy; rather, the essence of this half-broken mirror was extremely fragile, covered layer upon layer with verdigris.

Although he hadn't taken it for a CT scan, Shen Le intuitively sensed that the corrosion had penetrated deep into the center of the mirror. Or rather, if it weren't for the demonic energy seeping in and reinforcing it, it would have already fallen apart...

So how can such a fragile and precious treasure be repaired so that it can be restored to its original texture while expelling the evil spirits and cultivating and strengthening its own spirituality?
Shen Le went back and forth, designing at least seven or eight plans, but dared not make a move. After much thought, she finally dialed Gu Yulin's number as usual:

"Um, I need some help..."

"Oh, Shen Le, you're finally out of seclusion!" Gu Yulin's slightly distorted face immediately popped up on the phone screen, rapidly showering the viewer with concern:

"I was so worried something had happened to you! Professor Zhang said you've become really scary lately, and Xiaoyu and the others said they're too afraid to get close to you—"

If the landlady hadn't asked Sister A-Lu and said you were getting better day by day, I would have gone to the Yuantong Temple next door to ask someone to come and chant the Heart-Clearing Mantra for you!

"By the way, what's up? Just tell me, and I'll do what I can right away. If I can't, I'll call the director!"

Shen Le found it amusing. He paused for a moment, waited quietly for him to finish, and then said slowly:

"Here's the thing, I've been restoring cultural relics recently and need some things to practice on. I mean those items that have been soaked in demonic energy, fragments are fine, rusted ones are best. I want to practice how to remove the demonic energy without harming the original object. Do you have any?"

"Oh, that's fantastic!!!" Gu Yulin's eyes lit up, and he spoke even faster:
“During our daily missions, all sorts of magical artifacts and protective gear get contaminated by demonic energy and ghostly energy. Removing them is too costly, and throwing them away might pollute the environment. There are so many of them!”
"Thank you so much for helping us get rid of them! We can pay you a processing fee! Just wait, I'll go get you a whole bunch!"

Shen Le sighed, and before he could even say, "No processing fee needed, I can pay you," the phone was abruptly hung up. That afternoon, Gu Yulin drove up to his door in a car.

"Look, there's plenty here!"

He opened the trunk, laboriously lifted out a large box, paused, and then pulled out another one.

Then, as they unloaded the flatbed trailer from the vehicle and prepared to move things inside, they saw Shen Le bend down, pick up the first box, and turn to walk into the doorway.

A moment later, he turned and came out empty-handed, but heavy footsteps echoed, "thump, thump," as he entered the mansion.

"How many more are there? Give them to me all at once, I have people to carry them!" There were no "people" to carry them; there was no way they could. Gu Yulin unloaded four large boxes and walked slowly inside, shoulder to shoulder with Shen Le.

Ahead of them, four groups of clay figurines carrying the dowry boxes moved steadily forward, in pairs, without even needing Shen Le's commands or shouts.

"Look, the first box is full of shields—against certain types of monsters, forged shields are more effective." As the box opened, Gu Yulin began explaining the origins of each item to Shen Le, referring to the labels on them:

"This was done by a wolf demon, this is what was left over from the battle with the spider demon, and this is the venom sprayed by an insect demon—I forgot which insect demon it was..."

And these aren't infected by venom, they're all corroded by demonic energy. If the corrosion goes on for too long, the shields become very fragile and will eventually become useless..."

There were thirty or forty shields in the box, cough, shield fragments. Some looked like metal shields, some looked like fiberglass, and some were colorless and transparent. They felt light and flimsy, so I suspected they were some kind of polycarbonate.

Regardless of the type, traces of the energy pathways of the talismans can be seen on the edges, indicating that they were specially crafted magical artifacts.

"The second box is mostly filled with knives, of course, all broken pieces. There are machetes, bayonets that were attached to guns, and all sorts of other knives—be very careful when you pick them up;

The third box contains gun and instrument parts. Don't worry, all the bullets have been taken out, so there's absolutely no chance of accidental discharge.

The fourth box contained fragments of various magical artifacts…

Four full boxes, containing a total of 137 fragments, were taken out one by one by the girls and placed on shelves covering two walls. Shen Le's eyes lit up as she looked at them.
"Great! That's enough! I'll practice with these first—once I've mastered them, I'll help you repair your magical artifacts!"

"It's kind of you to have this intention—I'm just afraid you might not be available then." Gu Yulin humbly withdrew, and Shen Le saw him to the door, then immediately rubbed her hands together and rushed to the studio.
"Get to work! Get to work! Cleaning technique!!!"

There was already a shield there, or rather, a fragment of it, neatly placed on the workbench. Shen Le glanced at it and casually cast a Cleanse spell on it:
A small wisp of pure energy rolled by, and with a crack, a large section of the shield fragments fell to the ground. Clearly, having lost the support and adhesion of demonic energy, its own material strength was insufficient to even support it lying there...

Shen Le let out a soft sigh of relief. When he cast the second Cleanse spell, he was much more careful, strictly controlling the spell's range and sweeping it close to the surface of the shield.

"Cleanliness Technique—"

There was another cracking sound. This time it was a little better than last time; instead of shattering shield fragments falling in a shower, a few small pieces fell off.

Shen Le sighed again, carefully examined the broken fragments, felt the varying thickness of the demonic energy on them, and nodded.

The cleaning spell didn't remove everything evenly, leaving varying amounts of demonic energy on the shield. This uneven stress on the shield fragments caused them to crack on their own... We need to be more careful next time!

Come again!

Come again!

Cleansing is a skill that requires nothing more than practice. Relying on his greatly condensed mental strength from his journey through the Uyghur Road and the desert, Shen Le unleashed hundreds of cleansing spells in one go, clearing half of the shields.

Although the demonic energy was mostly cleared and the shields shattered, Shen Le's control over the Cleansing Spell had clearly improved significantly.

His cleansing spell can penetrate deep into the shield, completely eradicating all demonic energy, leaving not a trace.

At the same time, mental energy can also support the shield fragments, allowing them to slowly fall flat onto the table. Even if they break, the powder will spread out on the table and return to its original shape!

On the first day, they destroyed half of the shields. On the second day, they started with the knives. The aura on the knives was much more complex than that on the shields; it contained not only demonic energy but also bloodstains and a faint spiritual aura.

While clearing away the demonic energy, Shen Le also had to clean up the bloodstains and preserve the remaining spiritual energy...

Outputting with one hand and inputting with the other is like drawing a square with the left hand and a circle with the right, which more than doubles the difficulty!
"Damn it! They've made another mistake!"

He angrily threw down the broken knife in his hand. The matte triangular bayonet was much more complicated in shape than a flat bayonet, and required more control.

More importantly, this bayonet seemed to have fought alongside its owner for a long time; the grooves of the bayonet contained more than one kind of strange blood...

Before the bayonet even touched the table, Shen Le's mind raced, and he quickly used his mental power to lift it up again. This was a soldier's medal, and very likely, it was some soldier's final memento…

Don't be anxious, don't be angry, stay calm, and keep trying!
Peel back the cocoon, separate it bit by bit, and clean it up slowly, one by one!

Strangely, the liquid in the groove of this bayonet possesses a peculiar life force, constantly seeping into the wooden handle, yet it is firmly held back by another force...

Separate them, isolate them, separate them one by one, and put them into different bottles!

Add a little more metal elemental energy to preserve the essence of the blade from being corroded. The entry of metal elemental energy and the cleansing of demonic energy must be carried out simultaneously and seamlessly!
Great, the idea is correct, it's just that there's a problem with the coordination...

Come again!

Come again!

Come again!

Shen Le spent a full half month cleaning up the four large boxes of fragments provided by Gu Yulin.

From initial complete destruction to final cleanliness and flatness, the fragments of magical artifacts on the shelf, thirty or forty pieces in total, bear witness to his efforts and progress.

Finally, he rubbed his hands together, eager to begin his work on the half of the ancient mirror:
"Once I fix you, this armor should be almost done!"

"Could you at least take me to see Chang'an one more time?"

(End of this chapter)