Chapter 12: Arranging the Magic Array
Of course, not every player has the time to browse the forum.
Pritzker logged off at around two in the morning, and then kept designing a sect simulation diagram. He didn't have time to drink a sip of water until he received a video request from the confidence interval.
On the other end of the video was a middle-aged man in a suit.
He has a calm appearance and extraordinary bearing. His tie and tie clip match each other in style, and it is obvious that they are carefully matched. He even wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
To be honest, when Pritzker saw the confidence interval, he was a little hesitant to recognize it. He thought the confidence interval was—
A shrewd and wretched scientific researcher with a messy beard, unkempt appearance, and wearing a lab coat.
After all, the cunning and harsh nature of the confidence interval in the game cannot be completely concealed. Pritzker believes that appearance is determined by the heart.
I didn't expect that he was actually quite normal in the third dimension.
Of course, the other party was also surprised to see him. After looking at each other calmly, they decided not to chat so as not to quarrel and affect the progress of the task.
Confidence interval: "Li Da."
Pritzker: "My Chinese name is Qi Xiao."
After a brief self-introduction, Confidence Interval began to review the design progress. "Turn on the office projector. I've compiled a temporary program for you. You can use it for complex calculations on the internal structure. Leave the small bases to the program, and I'll handle the rest."
"Ok, you cut the window and I'll send you the file."
Communication between smart people does not require additional explanation.
Confidence Interval He took the document package and flipped through it from top to bottom. He was very fast and could read ten lines at a glance. During this time, his secretary brought him a cup of coffee, and he was able to devote some attention to ask her to add a piece of sugar.
Prix, holding his computer with one hand and a real-life digital display behind him, said casually, "A432, E523, issue number 23."
The confidence interval follows: "Fly 41 digits, the a is changed to 327, and the e remains unchanged."
Seeing that he could keep up with his train of thought, Prickerts sped up, "Left 72, Southeast 85°"
Confidence interval: "shrink 171"
The personal secretary standing beside them had no idea what they were talking about. She held the tray tightly with a nervous look on her face. When she saw Confidence Interval waving his hand, she floated away in a daze.
Several students were squatting outside the office, leaning against the glass window to watch their teacher either drinking coffee or laughing as data came out of his mouth. They felt their scalps tighten, it was so terrifying.
They huddled together like mice, whispering to each other:
"The instructor is getting more and more perverted. He can even do total differentials mentally. Who's that guy across from him? He's so strong. He can actually keep up with the instructor's speed."
"They're his online friends. They seem to be working on the building models in the game."
"Tsk, what game are you playing so seriously? Didn't he say playing games is a waste of time?"
"The Immortal and Demon World, thanks to this game. Yesterday was the most peaceful night's sleep I've ever had. I finally don't have to worry about getting up to change data after receiving an email from my instructor."
"Middle-aged people's addiction to the internet is like an old house on fire. It won't stop anytime soon. Our good days are coming!"
The students outside the office were cheering, and Confidence Interval was in a good mood inside the office.
Prickers was extremely efficient; the rough framework had already been created, and all that was left was filling in the details.
"It will take them two or three days at most to conduct the on-site survey of Shui Jing Zhu. Our speed is not slow, but it is not fast either. We need to hurry."
Pritzker propped up his chin, his fingers tapping the keyboard in a disjointed manner. After staying up all night, he looked bored, his blue eyes a little hard to open. He rubbed his forehead and said reluctantly:
"I've already posted the style map on the player forum for public selection. Initially, I wanted to design a Chinese-style building, which would be more in line with the overall tone of the fairy and demon world. However, Shui Jing Zhu discussed with me in detail that everything should be practical. The courtyard-style open-air residence is not suitable for our development, so-"
Prickers paused, a strange expression on his face. "According to her request, I designed a target-like structure that resembles the gentle rise of a plateau, with a protruding top and concave bottom to facilitate the movement of the ball bearings. The idea is good, but the finished product looks like—"
Building a living area in an extremely complex terrain like the Ice State is as difficult as building an amusement park in the Arctic, and it is also a huge challenge for Prickerts.
He showed a few pictures without saying a word.
Confidence Interval remained silent after reading this. He leaned back in his chair and admired the huge steel monster on the screen.
Its shape is like a crustacean reptile, with countless densely packed steel claws supporting its huge body. In the center is a crab shell-shaped suspended area. The entire design is full of wasteland style, showing a magnificent, eerie and terrifying cold tone.
Confidence intervals sum up the language, "It looks pretty cool."
Prickers was also helpless: "It meets her requirements perfectly: warmth, shelter from wind and snow, sunlight, earthquake resistance, independent snow chutes, stable structure, convenient for adding living areas, and even movable and relocated, turning into a combat fortress if necessary."
They looked at each other in silence across the Internet.
This is indeed a useful design, but it does not fit in with the overall style of the world of immortal cultivation. Most importantly, they are not sure whether Jian Shiyuan will like it.
Prix: "If it was any other NPC, I wouldn't consider his feelings, but that's Jian Shiyuan. I hope to design a sect that he likes."
Given the choice between [Practicality] and [The Overlord's Favor], Prix chose [The Overlord's Favor].
Of course, the same is true for confidence intervals.
"I don't know what style of sect the Sect Master likes—"
Jian Shiyuan, who was being talked about by the players, was currently making some preparations, saying that he would allow the players to explore freely, but he couldn't just ignore it.
The players' bodies are created by the system and will never truly die, but there are conditions for resurrection.
According to the system, resurrection required a considerable amount of energy. Even if players accumulated energy through daily tasks like chopping trees, it wouldn't be enough to sustain multiple resurrections. In other words, if they died during exploration, Jian Shiyuan would be paying them energy to revive them each time they died.
When crossing the sky thunder, the system collected a lot of energy, but it would be used up sooner or later. Once the system used up the energy stored during the crossing of the sky thunder, Jian Shiyuan would need to provide spirit stones to power it. In order to reduce unnecessary losses, Jian Shiyuan set up a teleportation array within a radius of ten kilometers.
If the player is in danger, he can provide timely reinforcements. At the same time, he is also preparing to increase the death penalty to prevent players from taking risks in order to gain more points.
He knew those players too well: their excessive curiosity, strong drive, and the fact that they dared to stuff anything into their mouths.
On the first day of internal testing, if he hadn't been there, the group of players would probably have eaten all the mosses they could dig up. Jian Shiyuan didn't understand what was so delicious about the green moss, but the few players who stole some food were so excited while eating it, and they seemed to be reluctant to leave.
Jian Shiyuan could imagine that if the death penalty was not raised, some players might stuff all the animals and plants they could find into their mouths and taste them all.
In the wind and snow, a figure was as fast as a sword, with countless bright Taoist patterns climbing up Jian Shiyuan's neck. His warm eyes were sparkling with the surge of power. He floated in the wind and snow, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. As he moved, several blue lights appeared and disappeared behind him.
Jian Shiyuan ran quickly while forming seals with his hands, and set up one magic circle after another.
He wasn't just boasting when he said he would go his own way.
He had been exploring his own way long before he melted the pill.
The world of immortal cultivation divides the size of power by realm, but this is based on the fact that a cultivator has only one qi and blood to store spiritual power.
Jian Shiyuan is different from other cultivators. He only has one Qixue, but he does not rely on Qixue to store spiritual power.
Once, Jian Shiyuan was seriously injured and fell off a cliff. The sharp branches pierced his body directly, destroying his spiritual energy and qi. He was gasping for breath at the bottom of the cliff, and every part of his body was in pain. He was almost suffocated by the pain. At that critical moment of life and death, Jian Shiyuan figured out a small technique on his own in the severe pain.
Live skinning method.
The name sounds scary, and practicing it is indeed painful.
Jian Shiyuan understood that in an era without antibiotics, a serious injury would quickly lead to a fever due to bacterial infection, and once a fever occurred, one might lose consciousness. In the cold and humid environment at the bottom of the cliff, if one lost consciousness, one might never be able to open his eyes again.
He could only stay awake with the help of the severe pain.
When the body became infected, he would shave off the dead flesh. He didn't dare shave too much, fearing excessive blood loss and a low-grade fever, so he had to grind it slowly. During the almost self-torturing treatment process, he found that when he pressed certain acupoints, his Qi would pulsate slightly, but he could feel it!
At that moment he immediately thought of a spell.
Jian Shiyuan once killed a wicked cultivator who had committed many crimes. After the cultivator was beheaded, he ran away with his head. When he chased after him, he saw that the cultivator had dug a grave for himself, impaled his head on his body, and died peacefully.
The evil cultivator was only a foundation-building cultivator, so naturally he didn't possess the superb magic of resurrection from the dead. Escape with his head after death was just a burial method prepared by the evil cultivator for himself. He was worried that no one would collect his body after his death and it would be exposed in the wilderness, so he cast a curse on himself and set the subsequent procedures.
Adhering to the attitude of "waste recycling", Jian Shiyuan fiddled with the evil cultivator again and studied out the burial technique.
This technique is quite sophisticated. It can graft the body's meridians and temporarily manipulate the body to make directional changes, but these changes are irreversible. Jian Shiyuan has no interest in experimenting on living people, so he has put it aside.
Now, he thought about this technique, and in the severe pain, he even extended and perfected a new technique.
Use this burial technique to pull your own meridians in order to stimulate a new Qixue to store spiritual energy.
A cultivator's cultivation absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which would flow through the body's meridians and eventually converge into the Qi and Blood vessels. Now that his Qi and Blood vessels were temporarily destroyed, he couldn't store any spiritual energy at all. If he didn't open up a new Qi and Blood vessel, he would die.
Jian Shiyuan knew the risks involved. Randomly modifying his body might cause irreversible damage, but he had no other choice. No one would come to save him.
In order to survive, he peeled off his own tendons and meridians alive.
The process was bloody and horrific, but the result was unexpectedly good.
Although he failed to open up a new Qi Xue, he pieced together four meridians that could connect to his Qi Xue. His Qi Xue had previously been as perfect as a glass ball, tightly enclosing all spiritual energy. Now, with four meridians connecting his Qi Xue, some of his spiritual energy could be transferred to the connecting Qi Xue meridians.
This greatly increased the amount of spiritual power Jian Shiyuan could store, and also gave him the confidence to fight against opponents of higher levels.
It was also at that moment that he understood that there was not only one correct "Kaiyuan" path to follow in spiritual practice.
Jian Shiyuan quickened his movements, his toes brushing against the snow without leaving a trace. He stood suspended in the wind and snow, looking down at the small teleportation arrays.
If there were any monks nearby, they would surely be horrified.
The formation set up by Jian Shiyuan was not the flat formation passed down by Kaiyuan Daojun, but a vertical formation standing upright on the ground. The formations were interconnected and interdependent, forming a giant formation covering dozens of kilometers.
It was not easy to set up such a giant magic circle. Jian Shiyuan almost drained his spiritual power. He looked down at his own achievements and curled up the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
Now we just wait for the players to arrive.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
