Chapter 82

So as long as the probability exceeds 50%, deduction is possible—there’s still a chance of failure.

I can understand perfect deduction and failed deduction, but what is a flawed deduction? Could the result have some defect?

After pondering for a while, he tried saying one more thing:

“Deduce the Qi Condensation stage body cultivation method, enhance the deduction direction: strengthen physical explosive power.”

“Insufficient reserve information data—cannot deduce Qi Condensation stage body cultivation method with enhanced direction: strengthen physical explosive power.” The mechanical voice echoed emotionlessly through the hall.

At that moment, the symbol on the golden hourglass on the massive screen changed to 28%.

Seeing this, Wang Yu did not feel disappointed; instead, a look of surprise and delight appeared on his face.

Indeed, the deduction direction could be specified—yet it seemed to require far more prerequisite data.

If so, as long as he could collect enough cultivation manuals, he could deduce the exact method he desired.

The more Wang Yu thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.

The only pity was that this temporary deduction permission seemed to grant only three uses.

And acquiring such permission appeared linked to the time he returned to Blue Star and had the system reset and fused once before.

Thus, before knowing whether he could return to Blue Star again, he must not waste these three chances lightly—he must have a clear goal before using them.

Wang Yu pondered, then called out, “Taiyuan, exit login interface,” and vanished from the silver hall.

The next instant, a flash of white light swept through the empty hall once more.

Helena appeared in the same spot, her face filled with fury, and without even looking, she began to curse:

“Wang Yu, you bastard, you’ve locked me in again…”

When she finally noticed the hall contained only herself, her curses cut off abruptly.

After glancing around, her beautiful face softened into a trace of loneliness; she slowly walked to the metal chair Wang Yu had just vacated and sat down.

…

Back in the stone hut, Wang Yu immediately entered hyper-synchronization mode and retrieved the “Fire Spirit Technique.”

After memorizing the entire manual with his photographic memory, he took out the two books gifted by Zhou Chu and Li Tianqi, and studied them carefully.

Zhou Chu’s notes were simple, recording numerous tedious details—mostly problems he encountered while breeding long-armed rabbits, and how he solved them.

For a beginner in spirit beast cultivation, these notes held considerable reference value.

As for Li Tianqi’s “Basic Knowledge of Spirit Beasts,” it systematically explained numerous foundational concepts about spirit beasts, opening Wang Yu’s eyes wide.

According to this book, spirit beasts were in fact demonic beasts—only they were hatched and raised from infancy by cultivators, then bound by spirit contracts.

Whether demonic or spirit beasts, both were rare resources for cultivators; spirit beasts could be commanded and tamed to become loyal assistants, while demonic beasts’ flesh contained potent blood qi and spiritual energy, and long-term consumption could strengthen the body and purify cultivation energy.

The skin, bones, and demonic cores of demonic beasts were also vital materials for talisman crafting, artifact forging, and pill refining.

In short, every part of a demonic beast was precious—and the higher its rank, the rarer and more valuable it became.

The Four Symbols Sect’s primary income came from raising large numbers of low-rank demonic beasts in designated areas and harvesting them regularly.

Otherwise, how could the Four Symbols Sect afford to support so many sect disciples?

Wang Yu put away the two books, exited hyper-synchronization mode, and began carefully planning his future.

This time, his return to the cultivation world differed from his previous one.

Last time, when he came to the cultivation world, his body on Blue Star remained perfectly safe, and he had been certain his consciousness would be recalled to Blue Star.

This time, he and Helena had been pulled into the cultivation world due to a power surge, and neither knew whether their bodies on Blue Star were still intact.

Even if his Blue Star body was unharmed and properly preserved by the base, he had not entered the cultivation world via a Type-Zero sleep pod—how could he be sure he could return as he had before?

If this method no longer worked, his only path back to Blue Star seemed to be waiting for the day the two worlds fused and connected.

But that day, on Blue Star, was decades away; in the cultivation world, it might take over a hundred years—or even several centuries.

Such a long time would be impossible for ordinary people to endure—but in the cultivation world, Foundation Establishment cultivators lived over two hundred years, Golden Core cultivators reached five or six hundred, and what of higher realms?

As Wang Yu pondered, his heart grew hot.

If he could attain immortality, he would gladly accept it.

Immortality—wasn’t that a dream every Blue Star inhabitant had once harbored?

Now, the two goals—immortality and returning to Blue Star—had merged into one: he must elevate his cultivation realm to gain astonishing longevity.

As Wang Yu silently contemplated this, footsteps sounded outside the stone hut, followed by a knock at the door.

Wang Yu paused, then remembered something—he leapt from the bed and hurried to open the door.

Outside stood a middle-aged man with half his hair crimson red, and a coldly beautiful woman in her twenties, dressed in a blue robe, a tiny beauty mark beside her lip.

“Master Gu.”

Wang Yu bowed deeply to the man.

“Wang Yu, this is my final visit… Huh? You’ve recovered your memories.” The crimson-haired man nodded, then suddenly froze in surprise.

“Yes, Master Gu. My memories returned suddenly these past two days.” Wang Yu smiled bitterly.

“Recovered so quickly? Let me check if there’s any damage.” No sooner had he spoken than the crimson-haired man moved, seized Wang Yu’s wrist, and sent a surge of spiritual energy into his body, while a powerful spiritual sense swept over him, scanning every inch of his flesh and spirit.

“Your soul aura has strengthened, no signs of external manipulation, your internal spiritual energy shows no damage—you truly recovered on your own.”

“Hmm, I’ve never seen such a thing. But then again, it’s not surprising—the soul path is profoundly mysterious; who can truly master it?” The crimson-haired man released Wang Yu’s wrist, murmuring in wonder.

The woman in the blue robe remained silent but studied Wang Yu with curious eyes.

“These past days, I am deeply grateful for Master Gu’s care,” Wang Yu still bowed respectfully to the crimson-haired man.

“Hmph, no need to thank me—I merely followed the Ancestor’s orders.”

“That day, the Ancestor intended to find a disciple with suitable elemental affinity to test his newly developed Wind-Fire Secret Art—but an error occurred during the spellcasting, damaging your soul memory. That’s why the Ancestor specially approved your admission as an inner sect disciple despite your Four Elemental Affinity.”

“Now that your memories have recovered so swiftly, your soul must be unharmed—the Ancestor will not revoke your inner sect status. Stay on Zhuque Mountain and be a humble inner sect disciple from now on.” Master Gu coughed lightly and spoke coolly.