Chapter 393 Portable 66 Sycamore Road
In the central urban area of Shuji, in a hotel suite directly owned by Qianfeng Lingshan, Yu Sheng was looking through the window at the alien scenery outside.
The rain kept falling, and the dark clouds blurred the boundary between day and night. Although the sun was still shining on the thick clouds above Shuji when Hu Li landed, the city under the continuous rain still seemed to be shrouded in night - countless lights illuminated the city in the rain, neon lights flickered between the tall buildings, and many huge phantom projections floated. At the end of the rain curtain, those magnificent ancient refining towers were like strange mountains standing outside the city, occasionally lit up by a flash of lightning, and their outlines reflected some of their past glory.
Hu Li was feasting on the table. Various local foods of unknown origin were placed on the table in front of her. These foods were obviously much more attractive to her than the alien scenery outside the window.
Zheng Zhize sat across from him, feeling a little awkward. The food on the table made him feel a little overwhelmed. Before he took a bite, he had to check with Xuan Che next to him. He checked three things: What is this thing? Is it edible? Will it suddenly jump up and hit people?
Yu Sheng felt that it was a great pity that he had not let his nephew experience Hu Li's stew. If he had seen that thing, he would definitely be very receptive to all kinds of strange foods in the future, let alone the special dishes of this border planet - he probably would even be able to accept being beaten by the food on the table before every meal...
Irene sat cross-legged on the windowsill, looking at the scenery outside with Yu Sheng. The little doll's eyes were wide open, and it looked particularly happy at everything it saw, with the excitement of going on a long trip.
Luna, as always, stood quietly behind Yu Sheng. She seemed to pay no attention to anything. The lights in the restaurant and the rain outside the window were reflected on her cold alloy shell, giving off a faint glow.
"Where should we start?" Yu Sheng broke the silence and looked at Master Yuan Hao who was sitting with Xuan Che. "Do you have any ideas?"
"Two lines," Yuan Hao nodded. "First, Xuan Che has already contacted the Lord of Mo City. As the envoy of Qianfeng Lingshan, he can ask Mo City to cooperate with the investigation and check the situation of the cultivators in this city in recent years to see if we can find any clues about those black-robed cultivators. Second, while Xuan Che is in contact with the Mo City officials, we will go around the city. I have already scanned this city with my spiritual sense when I came here. There are quite a few places in this city that are not quite right. The spiritual energy is stagnant and the pulse flow is sluggish. We need to confirm it."
Yu Sheng listened and nodded slightly.
Then he withdrew his gaze and looked around.
This is the "stay" arranged for them by Qianfeng Lingshan. It is comfortable and spacious, with some exotic style that is a mixture of the future and the fairyland. It should be an excellent suite in this hotel called "Huixianzhou".
However, after hesitating for a moment, Yu Sheng stood up and walked to a door leading to a bedroom, then raised his hand and tapped the door frame, as if he was checking and confirming something.
Yuan Hao Zhenren looked on curiously: "What are you doing?"
"Being away from home is not as comfortable or convenient as being at home," Yu Sheng said casually, and then turned his head to look at the little doll on the windowsill, "I have an idea..."
"Okay, okay, you have another idea... Got it," the little puppet immediately stretched out his voice, and slowly climbed down from the windowsill as if he had long been accustomed to it, strolled to Yu Sheng's side and raised his head, "I tell you, this is someone else's hotel's property, if you mess with it, you will have to pay for it..."
Then she saw Yu Sheng rummaging in his pocket and taking out a palm-sized piece of cardboard.
An alchemical array for the soul infusion ceremony was pre-painted on the piece of paper with suspicious dark red "paint", and in the middle of the array was a "hotel" logo - the one that was originally intended to be a fox head but because someone's craftsmanship was too poor, only a triangle could be drawn in the end.
Irene had a question mark on her face: "......?"
"I call this Portable No. 66 Wutong Road," Yu Sheng said seriously, "Its basic principle is to split the process of making those 'fixed portals' I made before. First, go through the process of 'infusing spirits' and 'assigning values', package it, and when the gate as the carrier is found, complete the 'opening' action - the process is simple, easy to use, and very reasonable."
Irene was dumbfounded: "... Is this even possible?!"
"I think it's possible," Yu Sheng thought for a moment, "I tried it once before at home. I used it to connect the bedside table in the second-floor bedroom to the refrigerator on the first floor. It worked well at the time."
“…What the hell is this, a prefabricated door!” The little puppet finally couldn’t hold back his disobedience and urge to complain, and pointed at the hard card in Yu Sheng’s hand, “No, I don’t care about your invention, but doesn’t this thing look a bit low-brow?!”
"What do you mean by low? This is a high-end prop I made with great care! Do you understand the pinnacle of alchemy?" Yu Sheng's eyes widened as he heard it. He began to peel off the sticker on the back of the paper while speaking. "And you see, this thing has its own adhesive back. I went back to Jiecheng two days ago to buy it...ah, it's not easy to peel off."
"Stop, stop, stop picking! Can't you see it's almost torn?" Irene waved her hands quickly, then climbed up Yu Sheng's pants, "Just give it to me, you're so clumsy."
As she spoke, she snatched the prefabricated door card from Yu Sheng's hand. The little doll's hand, which was only as big as a bottle cap, was very flexible in picking up the adhesive. She peeled off the adhesive backing in no time, then held up the card and asked, "What's next? Stick it on the door?"
"……right."
Irene turned around and stuck the card against the door, then tapped it a few times: "Is that all?"
"Then we have to activate it, which is equivalent to the last step of the soul infusion ritual, establishing a connection between the magic circle and the soul infusion target," Yu Sheng said seriously, "This step requires fresh blood, Lu..."
As soon as he uttered the word "Luna", the artificial saint standing next to the window "floated" over, and appeared next to him like a ghost, and then raised her hand and slashed...
Blood was gushing out from the back of Yu Sheng's hand. He blinked and looked at the iron doll standing in front of him. The latter also stared at him blankly. After a long while, she nodded slowly: "It's done."
Yu Sheng: “…Thank you.”
As he spoke, he turned around and quickly smeared the blood on the card while the wound on his hand was still healed. He then muttered something very seriously. It sounded very mysterious to others, but only Irene, who was sitting on his shoulder, could tell that it was a multiplication table.
Apparently, this set of finger gestures and incantations was learned recently at Qianfeng Lingshan.
The next second, the blood smeared on the paper was absorbed silently - the paper seemed to suddenly come to life and turned into a living, rapidly growing "skin".
It began to wriggle, its edges spreading and growing like a living thing. Countless tiny branches drilled into the door, giving life to this new carrier - a magic circle that had been infused with spirits in advance, the blood of the one who controlled the door, the will pointing to the target, and the carrier that executed the will. All conditions were met, and the "door" took effect.
An illusory and low heartbeat sounded from the ordinary-looking door.
Yu Sheng exhaled lightly and pushed the door open casually without using any extra "door opening" power.
Opposite the door is the living room of No. 66 Wutong Road.
"...I'm asking just to be on the safe side," Irene blinked. The little puppet was no longer surprised by these outrageous things, but she couldn't help but confirm at this time, "You're not really driving No. 66 Wutong Road here again?!"
"No," Yu Sheng waved his hand quickly. "No. 66 Wutong Road is called portable, but in fact, it's just the door that has been moved here. The main body of the house is still in Guanyuntai. But the effect is the same. You can go home by pushing the door."
"That's not bad," Irene breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not that outrageous."
However, on the other side, Xuan Che and Yuan Hao were already dumbfounded, and they said almost in unison: "Is this not outrageous?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Che turned his head and looked at Zheng Zhi, who was closest to him: "...Mr. Yu has always been like this?"
"I don't know!" The eldest nephew was confused, "I haven't known him for long..."
Xuan Che subconsciously looked at the nine-tailed fox across the table, only to find that Hu Li had not even raised his head from beginning to end, while the plates next to him were piling up higher and higher.
She didn't pay any attention to what was happening around her.
But soon, the fox girl seemed to sense something. She looked up and saw the door leading to Yu Sheng's home next to her. So she immediately laughed, got up, walked through the door, took out two steamed buns from the refrigerator at No. 66 Wutong Road, and after returning to Shu Ji, she broke them open and dipped them in the soup on the plate.
The whole process went smoothly, without any confusion or hesitation, as if the world in her eyes was supposed to be like this - or rather, the world that her "benefactor" created for her was supposed to work like this.
Xuan Che & Yuan Hao Zhenren: "..."
…
At the same time, on the edge of Mo City, deep in an abandoned industrial area near the ancient refining tower.
Dozens of practitioners dressed in black and wearing masks were gathered in a spiritual ore smelting plant, busy around a formation that had obviously been set up recently.
The formation was engraved on the ground, and there were countless illusory cracks suspended above the formation. Each crack was filled with hazy light and shadows, and seemed to contain countless strange illusions and distant time and space.
But now all the cracks are flickering unstably, as if they will be cut off from the "time and space" opposite them at any time.
The figure of an old man with a blurry face was suspended above the many illusions. In the hazy shadow, only a pair of eyes were particularly clear, and they looked at the black-robed monks who were busy around with oppression.
"Quickly find out what happened just now!" The old man suddenly spoke, his voice vague and ethereal, as if separated from the real world by a thick curtain, "Twenty-two formations on the entire planet were disturbed at the same time. This cannot be caused by a simple disorder of the earth veins - there must be a hidden powerful person taking action! You must not be careless!"
The black-robed monks immediately responded in unison: "Yes! Benefactor!"
(End of this chapter)
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