Chapter 145: Formal Inference

The silver hall was now vastly different from its former empty state, having acquired a massive iron table at its center, laden with all manner of materials and numerous swords and blades.

Wang Yu walked up to the iron table, casually picked up a long green blade identical to the Clear Wind Blade from the real world, and swung it.

A flash of cold light vanished instantly; a corner of the iron table silently split apart and clattered to the floor.

Wang Yu held the green blade horizontally before him, traced his finger along its cool, smooth surface, and nodded in satisfaction, then placed the blade on the table and picked up a red longsword, slowly channeling his cultivation energy into it.

The next moment, six crimson runes appeared on the blade's surface, accompanied by a glow of red light—clearly a true magical artifact.

"Materials and objects conforming to my understanding? This understanding can indeed be gradually altered."

"As long as I input sufficient alchemy information into Taiyuan, gain system approval, and further familiarize myself with these materials and artifacts in the real world, both alchemical materials and magical artifacts can be reproduced here."

Wang Yu murmured, swung the longsword through empty air, and instantly sparks of fire appeared, while the surrounding air grew suddenly hot.

After setting the sword down, he picked up another strange artifact resembling a honeycomb panel—the Tian Gong Sect's imitation artifact "Wind and Fire Chant," which he had once seen in Master Sun's storage room.

But Master Sun's version was merely a raw casing; this one was clearly a finished product, with a significantly different exterior.

The one in Wang Yu's hand, whether the numerous tubes at the front or the handle at the back, bore a form far more aligned with modern firearm aesthetics. The entire artifact was pitch-black, the honeycomb "barrel" cylindrical, the spherical end of the handle gone, yet five green runes now adorned the grip's surface; its overall length and size were reduced to one-third of the original, appearing much more compact.

Wang Yu picked up another rectangular object from the table, resembling a magazine, and expertly inserted it into the "grip," then aimed the artifact at empty space ahead and slightly channeled his cultivation energy into the grip.

The next moment, the green spiritual runes on the grip flickered faintly; the ten-odd circular tubes rotated once automatically, and the rear halves of each "chamber" now held a small black arrow resembling a crossbow bolt, each chamber's rear sealed by a faint green layer.

Wang Yu gripped the artifact in one hand and pointed his other hand at a spot over ten zhang ahead.

A thick iron plate, several zhang tall, instantly coalesced without a sound.

Wang Yu raised the artifact and poured a large amount of cultivation energy into the grip; the honeycomb "barrel" spun rapidly once more.

"Bang!" "Bang!"…

Amidst the piercing gunfire, streams of green light erupted from all the "barrels," launching over a dozen fiery shadows.

Instantly, over a dozen faint fireballs exploded on the distant iron plate; when the fire faded, over a dozen black arrows, several inches long, were deeply embedded in its surface—though they had not pierced through the thick iron wall, they had sunk in more than halfway.

"This power…"

Wang Yu frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied, yet still walked over to the iron plate, pulled out one of the black arrows, and examined it closely.

The arrow shaft was forged from iron essence, but its rear portion glowed crimson—crafted from Fire Cloud Copper, with faint crimson runes, no larger than grains of rice, barely visible—precisely the spiritual rune of his first learned spell, "Firefly Spell."

The arrowhead, sharp and keen, was a pale silver—another extremely hard spiritual material, "Sharp Silver."

"It seems the Light Wind Rune's explosive power is still insufficient; even with the Firefly Spell accelerating the arrows from the barrels, their speed still falls far short of bullets on Blue Star. Now that I've reached the late Qi Refining stage, I should replace it with a stronger wind-attribute spell rune."

But inscribing spiritual runes onto these 'bullets' is extremely difficult—even with the overdrive mode's boost, I succeed only once in every dozen trials."

Within this login hall, I can directly condense the 'bullets' into finished form, but manufacturing sufficient quantities in the outside world would still require considerable time."

"Still, in some ways, this qualifies as a complete set of artifacts—I wonder how well it will perform in actual combat."

Wang Yu glanced at the remaining arrows embedded in the iron plate, pondered silently, then flicked his sleeve; the iron wall before him dissolved into specks of white light.

He returned to the iron table, placed the artifact back, then walked to a black metal chair positioned before the large screen nearby and sat down.

After verifying his identity through the overhead red light, a virtual keyboard appeared before him, and the large screen ahead lit up, displaying a golden mechanical funnel pattern.

Wang Yu, as if prepared, spoke solemnly:

"Initiate advanced-level complete artifact design blueprint inference. Primary direction: Fire Spirit Root; secondary: Metal Spirit Root and Point Gold Technique. Design type: offensive-defensive integration. Primary runes: Flame Shield, Fire Bullet Spell, Golden Needle Spell. Enhancement directions: strengthen defense, strengthen one-hit elimination capability."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless previous artifact designs, spiritual rune patterns, and even images of modern weapons from Blue Star flashed rapidly across the golden funnel.

"Inference reserve data exceeds 50%. Advanced-level complete artifact design blueprint inference available. Perfect inference probability: 55%. Failure probability: 20%. Substandard inference probability: 25%."

A mechanical, emotionless voice echoed through the hall.

The golden mechanical funnel now displayed a 55% symbol.

Only fifty-five percent? That's far too low.

Wang Yu frowned, thought for a moment, then spoke again:

"Initiate advanced-level complete artifact design blueprint inference. Primary direction: Fire Spirit Root; secondary: Metal Spirit Root and Point Gold Technique. Design type: offensive-defensive integration. Primary runes: Flame Shield, Fire Bullet Spell, Golden Needle Spell. Enhancement direction: strengthen defense."

He directly removed one of his enhancement requirements.

After another series of blurred information flashed across the golden funnel, the mechanical system voice spoke again:

"Inference reserve data exceeds 50%. Advanced-level complete artifact design blueprint inference available. Perfect inference probability: 64%. Failure probability: 11%. Substandard inference probability: 25%."

Still too low. He had only three inference attempts—could not afford to waste even one ineffective one.

Wang Yu's expression darkened, and he continued immediately:

"Initiate advanced-level complete artifact design blueprint inference. Primary direction: Fire Spirit Root; secondary: Metal Spirit Root and Point Gold Technique. Design type: offensive-defensive integration. Primary runes: Flame Shield, Fire Bullet Spell, Golden Needle Spell."

He canceled all added enhancement requirements.

"Inference reserve data exceeds 50%. Advanced-level complete artifact design blueprint inference available. Perfect inference probability: 78%. Failure probability: 8%. Substandard inference probability: 14%."

The system's mechanical voice echoed again through the hall; the symbol on the golden funnel now clearly read 78%.

"Begin formal inference."

This time, Wang Yu did not hesitate—he gave the command decisively.

"Inference authorization check… Citizen Ding Yu of Blue Star China, Special Reserve of the Blue Star Alliance, Interstellar Tactical Mech Squad member, ID GLX, Special Authorization Level: None, Temporary Inference Authorization Granted, Remaining Attempts: 3, Eligible for inference. Formal inference initiated. Estimated duration: three hours, fifty-nine minutes, eighteen seconds…"

The hall echoed with the system's mechanical voice.