The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 716 Oh no! Shen Le has turned into a ghost! Who can save him?!

"We did a fantastic job."

"Seriously, it couldn't be better!"

"Beat up the bald eagle's house! They can't say anything! They have no evidence!"

"Hmph, the problem occurred on their own territory, the ones who did the work were their own people, and the ones who were attacked were their own people. We even saved their people!"

The flying sword returned successfully. The naval officers and soldiers were under discipline and could not say anything, but the visiting staff were already jubilant.

Within Shen Le's mind, various pieces of information surged, and the little creatures were also happily celebrating loudly. Shen Le smiled slightly, listening as they surrounded Zhen Yue and Li Xingtang, constantly inquiring about the details of that attack, and loudly urging:
Let's get even closer next time!

Let's give them a good beating!

[Anyway, we can fight and run now, so they can't find us, and even if they do, they can't catch us, and even if they do, they can't hit us! Next time they bully us, we'll give them a good beating! We'll slice up one of their big ships!]

That's right, let's cut down one of their big ships!

The armor trembled slightly, the helmet swayed to the left, then to the right, making a "head-shaking" motion far exceeding the normal range:
"No...it's too big to cut. Besides, it'll cut into the reactor and cause an explosion."

[Although, that thing is called a nuclear reactor... Li Xingtang, what anime have you been watching lately? Gundam? EVA?]

The armored vehicle fell silent...

Shen Le chuckled incessantly. The Special Affairs Bureau staff, while celebrating with laughter, vacuumed each flying sword one by one and then gently wiped them with a special fine cloth.

Finally, all the dust sucked up by the vacuum cleaner and the fine debris on the soft cloth were carefully sealed, labeled, and placed in the cabinet, ready for individual sampling and analysis.
This is precious material!
It's a precious trophy!
Whether it's the substance tainted by the opponent's spell attack, fragments of the opponent's altar, or fragments of the opponent's weapon...

Hey sir! What is this piece of material you just rolled over? Is it some kind of fragment from a phased array radar?

Oh, what a pity. If we had known your attack power was so strong, we should have communicated beforehand and let you know the key structure of the enemy's weapons, such as where the core components of the radar are located...

The radar has been chopped into pieces. If you bring over a chip or computing core, the US probably won't care, right?
Oh dear, so many spoils of war are now tainted by the blood and flesh of tuna... Boss! Next time, can we just mimic it?

These porcelain swords, going in and out of the fish's belly, added so much work for us!
Some people were busy with their spoils, while others were busy processing the tuna, beheading, skinning, and cutting the meat, selecting the best-looking part—probably the belly—and cutting it into thick chunks, which were then served to Shen Le first.

Shen Le smiled and nodded to the newcomer. After a moment's thought, he extended a finger and lightly tapped the meat platter.

A gust of cold air emanated from the plate, and in an instant, the entire dish of sashimi was covered in a layer of frost, frozen solid—clearly enough to break your teeth if you took a bite. Shen Le watched the chill extend to the edge of the plate, then looked up and smiled.

"I heard that sea fish have parasites that need to be frozen at -18 degrees Celsius for half an hour to kill them... How about it? Do you want me to help you process the other fish pieces?"

"However, the standard for killing parasites in marine fish," the chef, carrying the sashimi, twitched his cheek, staring directly at Shen Le, his voice flat:
“美国FDA的标准，是零下35度冷冻15个小时，或者零下20度冷冻7天，欧盟的标准是零下20度冷冻24小时……”

"Ah... Ah ha..."

Shen Le gave a stiff smile. However, life was still more important. He didn't yet have the ability to detect and identify parasites like Anisakis, nor did he have the skill to accurately capture and kill parasites by scanning for life signs.

Since that's the case, let's stick to the scientifically proven methods for killing parasites—"Should I lower the temperature a little more?"

"No need!" The chef picked up the plate and left.

"I'm making pan-fried tuna fillets today!"

Shen Le smiled and watched him walk away. Soon after, steaming plates were served, and everyone took turns eating heartily, happily filling their stomachs.

The finest cuts of tuna are carefully selected, marinated with salt and pepper, and then pan-fried in olive oil until fragrant, slightly crispy on the outside and a tempting pink inside.

With one bite, the crispy outer shell cracks open gently, releasing rich, juicy, and delicious juices. Next, the tender and flavorful fish meat unfolds on the tongue, releasing a soothing and delicious taste...

The delicious food, completely different from what he found on land, made Shen Le eat to his heart's content, until the delicacies almost reached his throat. After finishing his meal, he sat cross-legged between Zhen Yue and Li Xingtang, his left hand resting on the porcelain pagoda, his right hand on the breastplate of his armor, his eyes slightly closed.
A surge of heat flowed from his palm, pouring into the porcelain tower and armor, and then, through the transformation of the porcelain tower and armor, seeping into the flying swords that had performed great deeds that day.

Remove dirt and filth, cleanse impurities, and nourish with your own power.

Whether it's a celestial sword that's been hit by bullets, shattered machine guns, or destroyed radar, or a porcelain sword that leaps across the sea, the subtle fatigue and cracks within their bodies are all healed by the soothing warmth.

The porcelain sword and the immortal sword simultaneously emitted a soft humming sound. To the special affairs bureau personnel and naval officers nearby, it sounded like a gentle breeze, a clear and melodious dragon's roar, or the delicate sound of porcelain clashing against each other.

To Shen Le, the little ones sounded incredibly happy, practically rolling around on the floor with joy.
[Comfortable...] A flying sword vibrated, seemingly letting out a satisfied sigh.

It's warm and cozy...like basking in the sun...

[The power of the big boss is truly profound...] The other porcelain sword simply lay down sideways and rubbed against the base of Zhenyue Tower.

Li Xingtang's armor trembled slightly. As the power flowed over, it subtly smoothed away the fighting on the battlefield of the Four Garrisons of Anxi and the sandstorms that had buried it in the desert for thousands of years, making the material more resilient and the spiritual energy flow more smoothly.

Zhen Yue gently sank down, connecting himself even more tightly with Yun Kun, absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy from Yun Kun and supplying it to the porcelain swords:
Shut up! Absorb the nutrients properly!

The little ones immediately fell silent, leaving only the silent rhythm of the flowing power echoing in their minds.

Shen Le's mind was immersed in this tranquil "sea," sensing the state of each flying sword, their joy, their fatigue, and their yearning to become stronger.

Although he had mostly controlled the flying sword through Zhen Yue or Li Xingtang before, after this nurturing, his connection with the flying sword became closer and clearer than ever before.

Shen Le felt that as long as he raised his hand or even had a thought, the flying sword would fly out according to his will, flying however he wanted and cutting wherever he wanted.

From the highest heavens to the deepest seas, and even to the bustling training grounds a hundred miles away, all are places where his, and his flying sword's, power reaches—

The porcelain tower trembled slightly. Shen Le's senses expanded outward with it, and with the ship as the center, the sea surface was like a giant mirror, reflecting in the lake of his heart.

Ships, islands, various fighter jets taking off and landing in the distance, shells, missiles, and rockets roaring from their barrels, the sound, light, and electromagnetic waves weaving through the air... and...

as well as……

A mysterious force is growing stronger and closer... It's expanding, it's approaching, it... is awakening...

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the still lake of my heart. A copper piece silently leaped out, spinning gently in the center of the lake, expanding a little more with each rotation:
From a small, broken piece of copper to a perfectly square rectangle covered with patterns of mountains and rivers;
The rectangle bends to the side, with the sides of the tripod body facing each other, and the heavy handles standing opposite each other.

The cauldron was covered with patterns of rare birds and beasts, plants, fish and insects, all of which Shen Le had never seen before and could only barely recognize in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Within the pattern, tiny, millet-sized nipple-shaped studs stand in abundance. Touching them with spiritual power reveals that many of these studs contain exceptionally vast spaces, where ferocious beasts curl up and sleep.

Along the edges of the design, cloud and thunder patterns swirl and coil around the cauldron, transforming into a seal and suppression, deterring these strange beasts from making any rash moves.

—The last time I saw it, this bronze cauldron was reduced to its four sides and two handles, resembling a bucket with a missing bottom.

This time, the walls expanded rapidly, and soon, the entire bronze cauldron, except for its four legs, was completely completed.

In other words, if Shen Le didn't mind its weight, she could use it to hold water or soup without spilling a single drop.

Shen Le looked at the bronze cauldron in front of him with joy. After so long, repairing ancient artifacts and mending the world, with feedback time and time again, he had finally nurtured this piece of broken bronze of unknown origin to the point where it was almost complete.

So, what reward could he receive now that a large new bronze cauldron had been added?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a tremendous surge of heat erupted from nowhere, flowing straight into his dantian. Within the dantian, the golden bead silently rose, greedily welcoming the heat, like a bottomless pit, desperately absorbing it.
Even if Shen Le wanted to snatch it, he could only barely manage to get a tiny bit of scraps, less than one percent, just enough to nourish his body.

During meditation, all that could be seen was a golden bead spinning continuously, devouring the energy coming from the void. After an unknown amount of time—perhaps several days and nights—the bead finally felt satiated.

However, the energy in the void continued to leak out and pour in. Shen Le tried his best to circulate his internal energy, and gradually felt a swelling and pain in all twelve meridians and eight extraordinary meridians, and even his physical body felt a little bulging outward.

Just as he was looking for a place to release the flood, golden lines leaped up from the golden bead, spreading out in the void one by one:

The fine gold threads unfold from linear shapes into planar shapes, and then from planar shapes into three-dimensional patterns. Layer upon layer, incredibly intricate.

Nine golden threads unfold into nine talismans, forming a net that continues to perfectly absorb the power transmitted from the void.

Finally, just as the nine talismans were about to be fully saturated, a deafening explosion resounded from within the golden bead:
Blasted.

The ball exploded.

The talisman exploded.

The Net of Heaven has also been destroyed...

Shen Le felt like she had exploded. Her soul drifted aimlessly, without any place to belong, as if the whole world had drifted away from her. After regaining her composure, she suddenly felt her perspective rise infinitely higher, soaring upwards, freeing her from the constraints of her physical body:
The spiritual power that was originally attached to the physical body and limited by the five senses has now broken free of its shackles and soared straight into the sky!

Solid, dynamic, and vast. Shen Le looked down, dazed. His physical body was still there, as were Zhen Yue and Li Xingtang. The armored figures had changed from sitting cross-legged to standing.
All forty-nine porcelain swords emerged from the tower, coiling around him like swimming fish. Li Xingtang stood holding his sword, the immortal sword already unsheathed, its cold light gleaming.

The paper figures formed a large circle around him, pushing all the living people to within five or six meters. The captain, officers, and several special affairs bureau experts stood on tiptoe, peering inside with worried expressions…

What's wrong with me?
What's my current situation?
Am I... dead?

Shen Le was a little bewildered. Suddenly looking down, she discovered that her whole body was radiating a faint light, appearing as a translucent pale gold;

Raising a hand, golden patterns entwine the back of the hand, fingers, and palm. Upon closer inspection, it seems that this body is not composed of golden light, but rather formed by these winding and coiling patterns;

With each breath, the explosive power returned to his body like rivers flowing into the sea. In an instant, the faint light emanating from his body intensified, even shining on the iron armor and the porcelain tower, then quietly reflecting back onto them…

"There!"

Someone below screamed.

Some people looked up, some pointed and whispered, and some even took out their cameras to try to take pictures immediately.

Some even showed fear:
"It's a human form... Wait... This looks like Shen Le... How can it be Shen Le? Oh no, Shen Le has turned into a ghost!"

"Who can save us?!"

"Experts...you all..."

Shen Le felt perfectly fine, showing no signs of turning into a ghost. His thoughts were more solid, agile, and vast than ever before, and with a slight expansion, they touched upon every detail of the ship;
From the layered runes inside the Yunkun ship's planks to the endless explosions in the nuclear reactor, everything was clearly visible.

The physical body is still under control. The dantian and qi sea are expanded by an invisible force. The surging spiritual power is no longer a simple flow of air, but has a sense of solidity. When it circulates, it flows like mercury syrup, heavy and dense.

With each breath, the sparse primordial energy of heaven and earth seems to be drawn in, flowing into the body in strands, greatly increasing efficiency:
It's not just the power infused by the copper plate, nor just the feedback from the unseen; now, he can even directly plunder power from the surrounding world within a hundred miles, and even from the void!
The golden bead was no longer needed, or perhaps it had been completely sublimated and merged with his divine sense, becoming a human figure standing in the void.

Refining Qi into Spirit?

Shattering the elixir to form an infant?

Shen Le didn't know that, all he knew was that he was stronger than ever before!

He gently raised his hand. Seven of the forty-nine porcelain swords beside Zhen Yue silently rose and hovered beside him.

The sword tip trembled slightly, emitting a spiritual light, its trajectory exquisitely beautiful, as if it were an extension of his limbs!

(End of this chapter)