110: Chapter 110 Intellectual Deduction

Inn, Room A.

The night was heavy. Gu Shen waved his sleeve.

Bang, bang, bang.

Fifteen bodies slammed one after another onto the hard wooden floor.

The room was instantly filled with a bone-chilling Yin Qi.

If Gu Shen hadn't set up an isolation Formation in advance, this freezing Yin energy would have been enough to alert every Loose Cultivator on the street.

Gu Shen lit a remnant candle. The dim, yellow halo illuminated the bodies on the floor.

These fifteen Iron Corpses looked no different from ordinary Mortals on the outside.

Their skin was pale, with no signs of decay.

In life, they were all Late-Stage Qi Refining Cultivators, whose consciousness had been forcibly erased and refined into living corpses using secret arts.

But at this moment, they were in tatters.

Gu Shen crouched down, his gaze coldly sweeping over their wounds.

One Iron Corpse's chest was sunken, imprinted with a charred, blood-red palm print, its ribs completely shattered.

This was the Blood Fiend Sect's "Blood-Dissolving Cotton Palm."

Another Iron Corpse's body was half-melted, its flesh and skin displaying an eerie glazed color, with wisps of fire poison still lingering in the wound.

This was the Danding Sect's "Glazed True Fire."

"When Wei Lingfeng was competing for the blood marrow lotus, he used them as meat shields."

Gu Shen made his judgment in his heart.

The intensity of that chaotic battle, which had involved the elites of two major Sects, was evident.

Even though the Iron Corpses' Physical Bodies far exceeded those of Cultivators at the same rank, they had still been beaten to the point of near-total destruction.

However, the skeletons remained.

What Gu Shen valued were precisely these Physical Body carriers with excellent foundations.

"Crab," Gu Shen ordered.

"Master, standing by."

"Scan the fifteen Iron Corpses. Remove the damaged flesh, extract the skeletal structure. Overlay the ancient Thousand Mechanisms Spirit Pivot Array Diagram, and generate a repair route."

The black iron buckle at his collar flashed with blue light.

The mechanical spider's micro-probe shot out several red lasers, scanning the Iron Corpses on the floor in a fan shape.

One breath. Two breaths.

The red light suddenly flickered violently, accompanied by a harsh sizzling sound.

"Warning. Scan failed."

Crab's electronic voice had noticeable static and stuttering: "Master, there is a high-density, low-frequency magnetic field remaining within the targets. A large amount of disordered biological brain waves have been detected. The Spirit Pivot Array Diagram data cannot be written; the model has collapsed."

Gu Shen frowned.

He reached out and pressed his hand to the center of one of the Iron Corpses' brows. He probed with his Divine Sense.

Boom! An extremely violent and chaotic aura of Yin resentment rushed straight into his mind along with his Divine Sense.

It was unwillingness, anger, and despair.

It was the sky-high resentment trapped deep in the marrow when the fifteen Late-Stage Qi Refining Cultivators were forcibly refined into Puppets!

Gu Shen let out a cold snort, and the Soul-Shocking Spike in his Sea of Consciousness transformed into an invisible blade, forcibly shredding this aura of resentment and severing the Divine Sense connection.

Gu Shen understood in his heart.

Wasteland technology was built upon cold physical Laws.

Crab could see through metal and scan terrain, but it could not analyze the "resentment" and "remnant souls" unique to the Cultivation World.

These Iron Corpses were not purely inanimate objects.

They were refined from living people, with Karma of flesh, magic power, and poisonous resentment intertwined within them.

The Spirit Pivot Array Diagram was a precise mechanical circuit.

Crab had tried to force a linear mechanical circuit onto the twisted human Meridians filled with resentment, which naturally led to a logic deadlock and model collapse.

The cheat had failed.

Gu Shen was not discouraged; instead, his eyes became even calmer.

"The Array Diagram is dead, but people are alive."

He turned off Crab's scanning function.

Sitting cross-legged, Gu Shen closed his eyes.

In his mind, the "Thousand Mechanisms Spirit Pivot Array Diagram" refined by the Heaven and Earth Furnace slowly unfolded.

The core of the Qianji Pavilion's Puppet technique lay in the "Spirit Pivot."

With the central hub as the heart, carving array patterns into the limbs and skeleton, and allowing Qi to flow, one could command it as easily as one's own arm.

The human Meridians of a Cultivator were twisted and complex.

Gu Shen opened his eyes.

He raised his right index finger. A nearly transparent Soul-Pulling Thread emerged along his finger bone, resembling an extremely tiny, sharp scalpel.

Without Crab's assistance, he could only rely on his own brain to deduce.

He stared at the Iron Corpse at his feet whose chest had been pierced.

"The Danding Sect's fire poison burned the Meridians near its heart pulse. According to the Array Diagram, the Qi must be diverted from the chest to the arms."

Gu Shen's brain worked at high speed.

He forcibly fused the Formation knowledge he possessed with the principles of the "Qianji Incomplete Manual."

"If the original path is blocked, then change the route."

He raised his hand, and the Soul-Pulling Thread precisely pierced under the Iron Corpse's collarbone.

The gold-cutting, jade-breaking Yin line traveled across the Iron Corpse's hard bones.

Gu Shen did not follow the Iron Corpse's original human Meridians, nor did he rigidly copy the straight lines of the Array Diagram.

Based on the curvature of the Iron Corpse's bones and the degree of muscle damage, he calculated and designed a brand-new energy transmission circuit on the spot.

This was a micro-sculpting surgery that was extremely mentally taxing.

If he was even slightly careless and cut through the Iron Corpse's load-bearing bone, this Puppet would be completely ruined.

In the quiet inn, there was only an extremely faint "rustling" sound.

Sweat slid down Gu Shen's forehead.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his Divine Sense was squeezed to the limit.

Three hours later.

Gu Shen withdrew his finger.

The Soul-Pulling Thread retracted into his finger bone.

He let out a long breath of stale air.

On the bones from the Iron Corpse's chest to its arms, there was now an extremely complex, spiderweb-like array of grooved patterns.

This array pattern avoided all the necrotic areas caused by the fire poison, perfectly connecting the power hub to the arms.

The array patterns were carved.

But the Iron Corpse was still a dead body.

"It still needs blood for conduction."

Gu Shen took a small jade bottle from his Storage Ring.

Inside was a small glob of viscous green liquid.

mutated wood marrow extracted from the fourth basement level of the Spiritless Ruins in the Wasteland world.

Gu Shen carefully drew out a drop of wood marrow and dripped it into the starting point of the array pattern at the Iron Corpse's collarbone.

The wood marrow entered the groove.

An incredible scene occurred.

This mutated wood marrow, filled with immense vitality, not only was not repelled when it came into contact with the Yin resentment remaining on the Iron Corpse's bones, but instead, like a greedy sponge, instantly devoured and assimilated the surrounding resentment!

The wood marrow flowed and spread rapidly along the carved grooved array patterns.

A ghostly green light flickered beneath the Iron Corpse's skin.

Click.

An extremely faint sound of bone friction.

The Iron Corpse, which had originally been dead and silent, suddenly clenched the five fingers of its right hand, forming a stiff fist!

"It worked."

A burst of bright light erupted in Gu Shen's eyes.

The Formation logic of the "Qianji Incomplete Manual," combined with the excellent anti-demonic conduction properties of the Wasteland mutated wood marrow, perfectly bypassed the interference of the Iron Corpse's pre-death resentment.

This was no longer a simple Cultivation World Demonic Path Iron Corpse.

This was a Puppet that fused mechanical arts with biological mutation genes!

But the joy in Gu Shen's eyes only lasted for half a breath before quickly fading.

That drop of mutated wood marrow exhausted its energy when it flowed to the Iron Corpse's wrist and stopped.

The Iron Corpse returned to dead silence once again.

There wasn't enough wood marrow.

Gu Shen glanced at the jade bottle.

Even if all the mutated wood marrow inside was used up, it would at most only be enough to repair half an Iron Corpse.

And on the floor, there were still fourteen and a half left.

If he wanted to survive the brutal death trap of the Myriad Insect Tomb, he needed these fifteen Iron Corpses to form an absolute crushing force.

"Short on Materials."

Gu Shen stood up, his gaze deep.

The Cultivation World could not buy this kind of mutated vitality object that could assimilate resentment.

The only source was that Spiritless Wasteland filled with world-extinguishing poisonous light and mutated monsters.

The fourth basement level of the Spiritless Ruins, those mutated bloodthirsty vines that grew by devouring zombie flesh.

Gu Shen waved his sleeve, collecting all fifteen Iron Corpses from the floor into his Storage Ring.

He walked to the window and glanced at the pitch-black night outside.

The murky waters of the Black Sand Market, the Blood Fiend Sect's manhunt, the treasure grabbing at the Myriad Insect Tomb.

All conspiracies and slaughter needed absolute strength to be ended.

"Time to restock."

Gu Shen's mind sank into his Sea of Consciousness.

The ancient [Heaven and Earth Furnace] emitted a vast, resounding boom.

Space distorted.

Gu Shen's figure, along with the aura in the room, instantly vanished without a trace from the inn in the Black Sand Market.