The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 661 Once the Soul-Suppressing Figurine is burned, I will introduce you to the Immortal Sect to cultivate immortal techniques.
The young man stood with his hands behind his back, glancing sideways at Shen Le. The hem of his clothes fluttered slightly, as if he were floating in mid-air. Even standing on the mass grave, he appeared spotless and detached from the world.

If you look closely, you can even see that his feet are about an inch off the ground, truly achieving the goal of keeping his feet off the ground so that no dust or dirt can touch his body.

In comparison... Shen Le, or the young man from the Lu family inhabiting Shen Le's body, appeared much dirtier and more disheveled.

Standing in the mass grave, looking up at the immortal master, the ground beneath my feet felt soft and yielding. With the slightest movement, a "plop" sound rang out; I couldn't tell if it was from stepping on intestines that had been severed or from breaking through rotting flesh…

Perhaps there's nothing there, whether it's intestines or rotting flesh, it's the first thing wild dogs and crows will peck at.

Even now, crows are still circling in the nearby treetops, cawing and fighting over a soft, purplish-black tubular object.
A little further away, there were a dozen or so stray dogs of all sizes. The larger ones could probably grab his shoulder when they stood up, while the smaller ones could lift their heads and bite his knee.

They tucked their tails between their legs, crept along the edge, and stared at the two people on the hillside with their bloodshot eyes. They didn't bark; perhaps the dogs' instincts had already sensed the terror of the people on the hill.
However, they did not flee in panic. They seemed very certain that the meat on the mass grave was theirs, rightfully theirs, and would always be theirs...

Shen Le shrugged uncomfortably, trying to shake off the dirty, sticky smell.

The young man simply glanced at him silently, neither speaking nor moving, as if watching and waiting to see what he would do, or perhaps watching him make a fool of himself.
Didn't you not want to get your hands dirty?
Didn't you not want to use human bones?
We've already brought you all this way, why don't you complain about one more thing?

Shen Le took a deep breath. His breath circulated, a warm current flowing from his forehead to his eyes, swirling several times before a refreshing coolness naturally seeped in.

In an instant, Shen Le's vision "brightened," or rather, "darkened." A layer of dark gray mist immediately appeared on the mass grave, undulating along the ground and rising intermittently;
This mist accumulated in the lower-lying areas, on every corpse. Some parts were thick, some thin; some were almost shapeless, while others were menacing and menacing.
Within some fog clouds, there were cries, roars, groans, and screams. But the vast majority of fog clouds simply drifted quietly, without a sound.

It's as if we've become numb to illness, death, separation, and everything else, unable to even feel pain anymore...

Shen Le sighed softly. He took a step, carefully circling around the fog and the visible decaying corpses as he walked through the mass grave.

Walk a few steps, stop, and shake your head; walk a few more steps, stop again, and shake your head again.

This won't do, this won't do, this won't do either. I've become numb to it all; like the soul, it's like my three souls and seven spirits are almost completely dissipated.

This is too fierce and dangerous. If we take it back, the kiln workers will all die immediately.
This one does meet the criteria, but the corpse isn't completely decomposed yet. It's past the giant stage but hasn't reached the skeletal stage; it's half-decomposed and not quite easy to handle...

"...Immortal Master!"

He called out from afar. The young man didn't even look at him, not even changing his posture of standing with his hands behind his back; only a wisp of his voice drifted to his ear on the wind:

"how?"

"Give me a light!" Shen Le shouted confidently.
"You don't want to take me back later with a bag of rotten meat next to you, stinking to high heaven, do you? At least burn it for me!"

"What are you burning?" The young man's lips and eyes curled into a sneer. His robes billowed rapidly, as if he were about to soar into the sky.
"You've got the right bone, this is exactly the kind you need. Alright, keep digging, I'm going back now!"

He finished speaking and had already leaped two feet into the air, about to fly away. Shen Le wanted to shout to stop him, but the words caught in her throat as she gritted her teeth:

What are you yelling about!

That guy just wants to see me make a fool of myself!

He's happy when he sees me running around in circles, sweating profusely, and shouting at him in the air!

For others, like Liangbo, I would beg him; but for myself, I wouldn't beg him!
He lowered his eyes, focused intently, and his fingers moved rapidly through the air, drawing a talisman almost identical to the one on the wooden plaque. With a push forward, a fireball shot out and landed on the mangled corpse.
With a deafening roar, flames shot up, reaching a height of three feet. This fireball summoned from the void seemed to be significantly hotter than ordinary flames, possessing some strange properties.
Where the fire passed, not only was the rotting flesh quickly ignited, burned, and disappeared, revealing bones that had turned from pitch black to deathly white, the bones cracking and crumbling into bone dust, but even the wisps of mist caught fire.

It was ignited, emitting a small explosion, and spun as it burned, a red and black tornado howling upwards—the young man, who had just floated two zhang in the air, abruptly stopped, staring intently at Shen Le:
"you……"

Shen Le didn't look at him, but just kept throwing fireballs outwards, one after another.

From the outermost foot of the mass grave, down the undulating hillside, and finally to the highest point of the mass grave, directly below where the young man stood. Then, he retreated step by step, throwing fireballs one by one:

Only when the entire mass grave was completely engulfed in flames did he step back a few paces and find a relatively clean rock to sit on.

"Please wait a moment, Immortal Master—after I've burned them all, I'll scavenge and see what's left that's usable!"

Flames, carrying a burnt smell, rose upwards, and specks of black ash almost reached the corner of the young man's robe.

The young man flew higher and higher, reaching over ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) in height, then changed direction and landed directly in front of Shen Le:
When did you learn that?

Shen Le looked up at him. The young man's gaze was intense, and what was reflected in his eyes was hard to tell—it was either flames or something even more intense.

For the first time, Shen Le saw her own silhouette reflected in his eyes—

Before this, even though Shen Le was able to activate the wooden plaque, the "immortal master" looked at him with the same eyes that he looked at a tool, not much better than he looked at the laborers in the kiln.

Perhaps, in the eyes of these so-called immortals, only cultivators are their kind and worthy of their special attention?

Shen Le sighed inwardly, shrugged, and spread his hands:
"Last month, I think. I just copied the wooden sign you gave me... and by copying it, I learned how to do it."

Seeing that the young man was about to speak, he immediately interrupted:
"I can't keep an eye on the fire all the time. After the fire goes out, it will take at least two days for the kiln to cool down. Wouldn't it be too boring if I didn't find something to practice with during that extra time?"

You can study glaze formulas!
You could try making terracotta figures—even unglazed porcelain ones, at least try to make them look human! You could even direct the workers to build more kilns, operate two kilns at the same time, wouldn't that allow you to try more times?!
The young man's wide sleeves billowed, his cheeks bulged, relaxed, bulged again, relaxed again, and so on repeatedly. He clearly wanted to roar, but at the last second he restrained himself, forcing a smile into his expression.

"I see. You do have some talent in cultivating immortal arts—keep up the good work, and once the Soul-Suppressing Puppet is finished, I'll recommend you to join the immortal sect and learn immortal arts!"

Immortal magic!

Finally, we have a way to access the immortal techniques of this world!

Shen Le was overjoyed and bowed deeply. Having received the "Immortal Master's" promise, he seemed even more energetic, throwing fireball after fireball into the mass grave—

When it was thrown to the third one, the "immortal master" reached out and stopped it, letting out a soft sigh:
“You are new to spiritual practice, so you must not overdo it, lest you damage your foundation. — Let me do it.”

The young man took a deep breath. The breath was exceptionally long, and his clothes fluttered, his chest bulged, and even the flames in front of him seemed to sway and tilt towards him;
Immediately, he pursed his lips and blew, and white steam surged out like a dragon. The flames on the mass grave were suppressed and subsided, paused for a moment, and then suddenly blazed brightly!

The flames turned from red to orange, then from orange to white, shooting straight up two or three zhang (approximately 6.6-9 meters) high. The heat hit him in the face, and Shen Le was so hot that he could not stand up at all. He staggered back more than ten steps until he finally stood firm behind the young man.

Looking up at the mass grave, I sighed softly:

If it were me, how much effort would it take to start such a big fire!
Back when I was fighting that Arabian firebird in the sea, even with the help of copper plates, I almost died from exhaustion!
A series of crackling and popping sounds emanated from the flames, interspersed with small explosions or faint screams, which were quickly swallowed up by the flames.

After several breaths, the flame suddenly receded, transforming into a spark that flew into the young man's palm and disappeared. The young man exhaled slightly and turned to look at Shen Le:
"What bones do you need? Hurry up and pick them up!"

Now?

The temperature in the mass grave must be several thousand degrees now.

Shen Le grumbled inwardly and took a step forward. Unexpectedly, the flames subsided into sparks, as if the heat had been drained away as well. At this moment, a gentle breeze blew across the mass grave, bringing a slight chill.

The filth and stench were swept away, and bones and rotting flesh, along with the remaining vegetation on the hill, were all burned to white ash. In some areas, the ash even had a glassy texture...

Your fire control is perfect for firing the kiln! You can make it 800 degrees Celsius, 1000 degrees Celsius, or 1230 degrees Celsius – you can't let it rise to 1250 degrees Celsius!

As he sighed, he secretly resolved that he would do anything, no matter how persistent, to learn better fire control techniques from the "immortal master".
Stumbling along, he reached the mass grave, closed his eyes briefly, and then opened his third eye again. A single glance swept across the scene, and he cried out in despair:

The flames unleashed by the "Celestial Master" were incredibly powerful. All resentment, sorrow, and screams were burned to ashes, leaving not a trace.

How do I use this?
This is just ordinary translucent white porcelain glaze, so it's fine to use it casually. But what if the soul-suppressing figurine you want is one that uses soul to suppress soul?
The purpose of "suppressing the soul" is to specifically suppress certain resentments. What actually works is the resentment within the soul. If I give you a fire to burn it all, what am I supposed to use?
Following her memory, Shen Le headed straight for the skeleton that had howled the most fiercely and pitifully—and of course, the one that was burned the cleanest. Without stopping, she picked up each of the roughly shaped bones and stuffed them into the bag.

Mentally calculating the size of the soul-suppressing figurine, the amount of glaze needed, and the number of failures, I walked around the mass grave again, collecting pieces from the corpses with the strongest resentment:

"This should be enough for a while... Going back?"

Before he could finish speaking, the wind howled in his ears again. Shen Le felt a tremendous force pull him upwards, sending him soaring into the sky.

Looking down, the river stretched like a ribbon, the mountains stood like whetstones, and plumes of black smoke rose everywhere, telling tales of the terror of the plague on this land:
"Give it your all, hurry up and burn the Soul-Suppressing Figurine." Amidst the howling wind, the young man's earnest instructions echoed in his ear. Though he didn't shout, every word was crystal clear:

"If you can produce a piece within a month, I'll introduce you to my master and guide you through the basics. If you can't produce one within a month, I'll just have to wait for an opportunity, or I can teach you something unrelated that outsiders can learn!"

After saying that, Shen Le felt a sudden lightness followed by a weightlessness, and his feet were firmly planted on solid ground. A dazzling white light flashed before his eyes as the young man flew away on his sword once more, leaving only a small booklet swirling towards him:
"Fry according to the instructions, don't make any mistakes!"

"Hey!"

Shen Le stood on tiptoe and waved to him:
"Teach me the fire control technique first!"

late.

Before the words were even finished, the white light had already flown to the horizon, and no matter how much Shen Le shouted, he couldn't bring it back. Shen Le shrugged dejectedly and could only lower his head to flip through the booklet:

"The Soul-Suppressing Figurine is eight feet tall, arranged in eight directions, each direction consisting of one section, with the Eight Trigrams arranged inside... It has nine orifices, arranged according to the Nine Palaces..."

The garment is made as shown in the picture... The Big Dipper is depicted on the lapel, positioned as shown in the picture... All seven stars should be semi-transparent..."

Shen Le started working, grumbling. Who doesn't make porcelain figures in one go? Why would they cut them into eight pieces and then arrange the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) inside?
Piecing together eight pieces increases the probability of problems by more than eight times!
They want me to make nine orifices too! Seven orifices on the head and face is one thing, but do I have to make the two orifices on the bottom too?
And the clothes, the clothes should be made as light and thin as possible, with a sense of movement... Do you want me to make something like the Dehua white porcelain "Princess Yu Shu"?

Concubines can't do it!

What did Professor Zhang say when he told them the story...? To make such delicate garments, what are the technical difficulties...? How finely should the clay be refined, and how to control the moisture content of the porcelain body...?

After many stumbles and attempts—fortunately, as long as the broken porcelain body hadn't been fired, it could be reshaped with water—it was only after these attempts that a reasonably satisfactory porcelain figure was finally made.
Next, the glaze was prepared, each piece was glazed individually, and then placed in the kiln for a unified firing. To ensure a high success rate, he even adopted multiple methods:
Inside the two stacks of saggars were N one-eighths of terracotta figures; in the best spot in the middle were four complete eight-foot-tall terracotta figures, perfectly fixed inside.

Shen Le threw seven or eight fireballs into the kiln in succession. Just as the smoke from the pine trees was rising and licking at the saggar, a scream rang out and he soared into the air!

Shen Le: !!!
The resentment within this bone meal, even with such a huge fire earlier, wasn't completely burned away?!

(End of this chapter)