Chapter 158 Three Months By the way, Yan Jiuru checked the Book of Life and Death...
Chapter 158 Three Months
In addition to harvesting mineral resources, Yan Jiuru's mining on the seabed of the Caribbean Sea also gave him a lot of inspiration.
For example, the heat-resistant material he had previously extracted from meteorites could burn all the way from outer space through the atmosphere and fall to the ground without being completely burned out. The remaining material itself was extremely resistant to high temperatures.
But meteorites are too rare after all.
There aren't that many in the whole world combined, which is not enough to sustain the needs of launches and so on.
But when he was digging on the seabed, he discovered black ice jade that was tens of thousands of years old. He really wanted to know whether there was black ice that was hundreds of millions of years old under the ice in the Arctic and Antarctic.
If we can find it, at least we won’t have to worry about running out of stock.
He shared his ideas with several great scientists.
Although everyone thinks he is a little whimsical, science itself is based on bold imagination and rigorous argumentation.
Both of his ideas are good. One is that products produced under extremely high temperatures are naturally resistant to high temperatures;
On the other hand, it is definitely not possible to directly attach the black ice that is formed at extremely low temperatures and is hundreds of millions or tens of thousands of years old to the launcher, but it is not impossible if the right material can be extracted.
But does the black ice that is tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of years old really exist?
Yan Jiuru originally thought about taking a trip to the South Pole and the North Pole. However, after inquiring, he found out that Xuan Country currently did not have its own icebreaker, so if it wanted to go for scientific research, it would have to take a ship from another country.
Needless to say, this item was crossed out.
***
After that, he went out for several days to look for a suitable geographical location.
Until one day, he found something unusual in the magnetic field.
"It's here." Yan Jiuru
There is a bright moon above my head and a vast desert below my feet.
Yan Jiuru stood there alone, chanting the spell again to open the door to the underworld.
This time, he did not summon the ghost messenger, but instead slapped a few talismans on himself. As he flashed into the door, the external environment changed visibly.
At this moment, the originally bright moon suddenly became hazy, and the sky and the earth became dim.
Yan Jiuru had already boarded a small boat made of talisman paper, floating on the gloomy waterway.
***
He had a clear goal and did not delay at all. He followed the path he remembered and went straight to where the Netherworld Cold Jade Stone and the Void Stone were.
When it comes to mining, Yan Jiuru is experienced.
When he was cultivating in the Demon Sect in the past, as his cultivation level continued to improve, he ran around everywhere, inevitably going to various places to collect good materials, and the Netherworld would naturally not let them go.
It can even be said that many materials are truly better only in the underworld.
Yan Jiuru was not idle while standing on the talisman paper boat. He used his spiritual sense to continuously salvage many Nether Stones and Yin Pearls from the gloomy waterway. These two things are equivalent to the fairy stones and spirit beads in the world of immortal cultivation, and are the main currency for exchanging materials here.
He has nothing now. How can he survive here if he doesn't make some money first?
***
Yan Jiuru grabbed things as he walked, and only stopped when his storage talismans were full.
The little ghost and the ghost messenger who had been watching him from a distance finally saluted him from a distance and asked respectfully, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"
Yan Jiuru threw him a few dark stones and said, "I'd like to borrow your boat to go to Old Heiming's shop."
This was a shop in the underworld that he had visited several times before.
Sure enough, when he heard that they were going to Lao Heiming's house, the ghost messenger released the official boat without saying a word and took Yan Jiuru there.
This kind of official boat is naturally more stable on the gloomy river than Yan Jiuru's talisman paper boat.
It was hard to tell time here, and I didn't know how much time had passed before the ghost said, "Sir, we're here."
Sure enough, when I looked up at the shore, I saw a dark shop not far from the river bank. The plaque on the door was still hanging in a mess, and two dim lanterns were lit at the door.
Yan Jiuru walked up to the shore and put away the talisman paper boat.
Old Heiming, who was dozing off in the shop, suddenly looked up and was secretly surprised at the stranger who came in.
Anyone who can travel freely in the underworld as a living person is definitely not an ordinary person.
He straightened himself up and said respectfully, "It is an honor for you to visit my shop. Please feel free to look around."
Yan Jiuru sneered: "It seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time. Old Heiming, you can't even recognize my soul."
After hearing this, Old Heiming couldn't help but look through his human body and carefully examine the soul of the person who came.
Most people would not allow it, and he would not dare to look at it that way, as it would easily offend others and cause trouble.
"Oh, yes, yes, it's you, Lord Demon..."
***
This is so unexpected.
Isn’t it rumored outside that he is dead?
The Netherworld has never received this person's soul, and everyone thought that his soul was scattered. Everyone felt a little regretful, after all, he was sacrificed in the battle of the interface.
The underworld has always been neutral, but it is inevitable that everyone will be biased.
Yan Jiuru didn't have time to chat about these trivial matters.
He directly took out the Nether Stone and Yin Pearl, and exchanged them for a pair of large storage rings and several storage bags, plus a few pieces of Xuanming Stone materials in the shop.
There are also mining tools and so on.
***
The days in the underworld are chaotic and short, and most of the time it is night.
Except for ghost messengers with high enough cultivation, ghosts of average cultivation do not come out during the day.
During the day, Yan Jiuru would look for places to mine and fish for "money" in the gloomy waterways. At night, when the streets became lively, he would go to various shops and stalls to buy materials and pick up treasures.
Needless to say, the Yin spiritual energy here was so dense that it seemed impossible to dissolve. His soul was so hungry and thirsty that it absorbed it madly, and his stagnant cultivation level also rose steadily.
However, this level of cultivation was still not as good as his previous level, so he didn't care much.
After staying here for half a month, he felt it was time to go back.
The underworld is also divided into different territories.
Whether he is mining or collecting hell stones, he is actually relying on the fact that no one dares to do anything to him. If someone else did this, someone, oh, a ghost would come to trouble him.
Before leaving, he had to go to Fengdu City to meet his old acquaintance, the Emperor of Fengdu.
As long as a person who practices cultivation has his spirit and soul immortal, he will not have to worry about life and death.
After the battle that year, the news that the Demon Realm's Supreme Emperor Yan had saved the entire world with his own magic spread throughout the sky.
Many people thought he was dead, but Qingjia, the Emperor of Fengdu, knew with just a pinch of his fingers that his soul had not entered the underworld. Unless his soul was scattered, he could not escape the eyes of the Emperor of Fengdu.
However, it is impossible for such merits to be destroyed.
Even heaven won’t allow it.
When they met again this time, they just smiled at each other. No matter what his identity was, living was a practice.
***
It would be impolite for Yan Jiuru not to say hello when he arrived at the place where he knew others.
But I can handle the above issues by myself, and don't need help at this level, so I just want to say this before I leave.
By the way, Yan Jiuru checked the Book of Life and Death.
In the past, he was practicing in the upper realm and had no worries, so naturally he would not read this. Now that he has family and people he cares about, of course he has to take a look.
Those who can become his family in this life must have done great good deeds in their past lives or even in previous lives, so their life span will naturally be long.
He didn't need to worry about it right now, but he pointed his finger at a few names and shook his head slightly.
"What's going on? Shouldn't those who hold high positions in this world also be people of great merit?
How come you can't live longer than my old man?"
Qingjia stretched his head and took a look.
These things are actually under the control of the Yama Palace below him, and he has never cared about them.
However, my old friend is no longer the same as before. He seems to be down and out at the moment, but in fact he is accumulating strength and is ready to make a breakthrough.
If you don't send charcoal at this time, are you waiting for icing on the cake?
Qingjia closed his eyes slightly, then suddenly opened them and said, "After this business is done, I will naturally go somewhere else."
Yan Jiuru nodded, naturally understanding.
Just somewhere else to go.
For some people, living in the mortal world forever may not be a good thing. Living to be a hundred years old may even cause trouble.
***
Yan Jiuru gained a lot from this trip to the underworld.
Not only has his cultivation level been greatly improved, his soul has become more solid, and his consciousness has also been tempered to be more powerful.
Not to mention the ores dug out and the treasures picked up from various shops and stalls.
Moreover, he has finally gotten rid of the storage talisman and directly uses the storage ring and storage bag.
Of course, the Absorption Talisman has brought him considerable help, and this talisman is still useful.
Yan Jiuru worked hard at the base for more than a month and finally refined a special soft material that could cover the launch device like a transparent film and was not afraid of the temperature of meteorites passing through the atmosphere.
Moreover, this film is very proactive and will automatically adjust its thickness on the launch device according to temperature changes. Because it has great elasticity, it can even provide a certain degree of protection.
Yan Jiuru named it 'Xuan Yi Tian Shui'!
Currently, he is the only one who can refine Xuanyi Tianshui, and he is the only one who can obtain the materials.
Yan Jiuru was not in a hurry to apply for a patent. Instead, he first gave the Xuanyi Tianshui liquid that he had extracted enough to the country free of charge. How it was distributed and used was not his business.
***
In a blink of an eye, Yan Jiuru had been in the base for two or three months.
It was still winter when I came here, but when I returned to Yancheng, it was already spring when everything was reviving.
School has already started, and kindergarten has also started early.
The business in the factory is proceeding as planned.
But when Zhu Changbing and others saw him, they almost cried.
He held Yan Jiuru's hand tightly and said, "Director, if you don't come back, I'm going to be hunted down and killed by the agent!"
"That's it."
Yan Jiuru smiled and said, "Who's looking for me? Didn't they say I was in seclusion researching new materials?"
"What's the point of saying it? It worked a month ago, but now people are questioning our factory..."
Yan Jiuru scoffed and said, "Ignore them for now. If they call again, just pick them up directly."
"By the way, pass it on. We'll have a meeting after work this afternoon. I'll tell everyone good news."
***
The factory director finally showed up, and all the rumors circulating privately were naturally dispelled.
From the gatekeeper to the R&D room staff, and even the aunt in the cafeteria, everyone wiped away the uneasiness on their faces and started laughing and talking loudly again.
The atmosphere in the factory became lively.
Yan Jiuru heard that the residential buildings and small courtyards had been completed. He knew that everyone was waiting to get the houses, so he went to take a look first.
He knocked on the wall and found that the brick layer was very thick. He touched the white plaster on the wall and it did not fade. It seemed that the color had been reinforced. There was even a waterproof layer applied under the wall.
Their residential buildings are not high, each with five floors, and the warehouses, cellars, and small vegetable gardens are divided according to the area of each household.
The same goes for small courtyards.
The only difference is that there is a two-story villa in the yard with a wing in the front, a well in the yard, and a vegetable garden, toilet, warehouse, coal bin, and cellar in the back.
Yan Jiuru pointed to the largest set and said to Assistant Ding, "I'm keeping this set for myself. I'll have the construction team build a pavilion above the well so the windlass can be installed."
A water pump would damage the water veins too much, so a windlass is enough for the whole family to get water.
Assistant Ding hurriedly wrote it down.
After Yan Jiuru finished reading, he said, "Let's have everyone take a look later and see if there are any small amenities that need to be added. We can do a count and if they're reasonable, we can consider having the construction team complete them together and settle the bill together."
Soon, the list of the first batch of people who were eligible for housing allocation was posted on the notice board of Feiying Factory.
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