Corpse Recovery Diver

Li Zhiyuan attempted to view the fragmented porcelain in his palm as a part of his own body, continuing to peel back a corner of the seal and infusing his own blood into it.

"Buzz!"

A ceramic dagger slowly emerged from Li Zhiyuan's palm.

But it had only half emerged when Li Zhiyuan began to feel shortness of breath and palpitations, symptoms of excessive blood loss.

Li Zhiyuan hurriedly stopped, and in an instant, the half-exposed dagger in his palm solidified, then turned into dust like dry soil and scattered away.

"This shouldn't be..."

During combat, Xu Yijin's pottery "shushed" outward, able to be molded into ceramic dolls and used for defense.

How come, when it comes to him, such a small half-dagger is almost unsustainable?

Li Zhiyuan laid his right hand in front of himself, staring intently at it while repeatedly recalling the scenes of Xu Yijin employing this ability.

Quickly, he began to get a sense of it.

Unlike him, Xu Yijin's offering and use of it was accompanied by caution and restraint.

Because, unlike him, Xu Yijin wasn't ill, and could not fully endure the ferocity brought by the fragmented porcelain.

Thus, he could more comprehensively stimulate the capabilities of the fragmented porcelain, catalyzing ceramic objects that were made with more solid materials.

But the problem is, the material used is his own blood.

In a fight, cost-effectiveness is key; even in an exchange of blows, one can't afford to create a dagger to stab someone, only to faint from blood loss before even managing it.

Moreover, when he imagined the shape of the dagger just now, he was too precise. It was his instinct—thoughtful, with a good memory—but he couldn't use it in this situation.

Li Zhiyuan shook his right hand, intending to try again, repeatedly reminding himself internally: skimp and improvise.

In the next moment, a strip manifested from his palm, smooth on the outside like ceramics, but actually hollow inside with just this layer of surface gloss.

As soon as the young man waved his hand, it instantaneously dried up and dissipated.

This time, the consumption was much less than before, probably just enough to dab at a bloody nose.

But with such quality, how could it be used to ward off enemies?

Li Zhiyuan stood up, and with another wave of his palm, a strip with a ceramic sheen reappeared, this time stretching longer and even forming curves before him, like a ribbon dancing gracefully.

Then, Li Zhiyuan picked up the pillow from the bed and smashed it against the top.

"Crash..." It shattered completely, dissolving in the air.

This thing couldn't even withstand the fatal blow from a pillow.

No, that's not right. There's a directional mistake on his part.

Li Zhiyuan sat by the bed again, recalling Xu Yijin's combat style, and after thinking for a while, he opened the nightstand, inside which lay a ceramic bracelet.

Xu Yijin had once controlled puppet golems to converse with him in his room.

After the conversation ended, the golem itself disintegrated, deliberately crushed under his foot with a loud noise, and this ceramic bracelet remained intact until now, undispersed.

And he remembered the incredibly heavy suitcase Xu Yijin mentioned when she first moved into this guesthouse.

Li Zhiyuan understood.

"Hmm..."

Indeed, how could such bizarre and magical skill exist in this world, especially with blood as a raw material—how could it bear such crafting?

The golems and ceramic dolls made by Xu Yijin were things she already possessed.

What was in her suitcase should have been the raw materials she prepared in advance.

The internal structure of the golem that came and communicated with him was hollow; it should have had an array arranged inside.

So, the golems require truly special ceramic materials, with Xu Yijin merely using the power of the fragmented porcelain for detailed manipulation.

This explains why the use of Xu Yijin's ceramic dolls had distance limitations.

That night, during a confrontation, she also went to the fields and then deployed the ceramic dolls underground to arrange arrays.

Logically, she could have secretly deployed her golems to do these things while staying in the guesthouse.

As for the ceramics she used in battle, indeed, they were stimulated at the cost of her own blood, almost identical to what he had produced earlier, except that...

Li Zhiyuan flicked his wrist, and a ribbon shining with a ceramic luster floated out.

The young man's gaze sharpened, and in that instant, he promptly imposed his array knowledge onto it. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Buzz!"

The initially fragile ribbon instantly solidified, becoming extremely hard within a short time, but not due to its inherent material, rather due to the effect of the array.

At the time, Xu Yijin even used it to set up seven layers of defense to resist Run Sheng's assault.

The young man picked up a wrench and a bottle of soda from the desk, opened it, inserted a straw, and brought it to his lips, starting to drink.

The soda was taken from Brother Pang Jin's counter, with Tan Wenbin having recorded the money and put it in the drawer.

Brother Pang Jin took the parents to the hospital to visit the prospective father-in-law a few days ago and hasn't returned yet.

"Sigh..."

After drinking half the bottle, the young man sighed.

Mysterious things indeed seem interesting when observed through dreamlike revelations, but when thoroughly dissected, they lose their allure.

He's quite capable of using blood as a medium to conjure array effects.

Back when he faced an attack from his "eight-year-old self" at the bottom of Old Transgender's lake, he defended himself by blood alchemy.

The role of fragmented porcelain is similar to a catalyst; it doesn't participate in reactions, merely accelerating the reaction rate.