All Chapters of Ashbone: The Record of Burning Heaven: Chapter 241
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Chapter 242: The Service Industry
The standoff ended not with a bang, but with a transaction. Alliance Leader Ye waved his hand. The crushing pressure of the Heavenly Sword Fleet lifted. The disciples of the Iron-Corpse Sect gasped for air, pulling themselves out of the dirt. Sect Master Ren crawled out from under a table, adjusting his crooked hat. "We... we're alive?" Lin Jin remained seated on his metal chair, still wired to the Mk-IV Warhead. "Disconnecting," Lin Jin announced. He pulled the wire from his chest. Click. The red light on the bomb turned Yellow (Standby). The "Dead Man's Switch" was disengaged. Ye watched this with narrow eyes. He realized the monster had just turned off the apocalypse like it was a light switch. "You play with fire, Iron Monster," Ye said coldly. "I play with physics," Lin Jin stood up. His hydraulic legs hissed as they re-pressurized. He pointed to the Terminal One runway. "Your Flagship, the Heaven's Justice, has structural damage from our earlier... warning shots. I
Chapter 243: The Cyber-Cultivator
The Iron-Corpse Sect had become the largest recycling plant in the cultivation world. Piles of broken flying swords, cracked shields, and shattered golems rose like mountains in the East Valley. The Heavenly Sword Alliance had dumped tons of "spiritual waste" here as payment. To them, a sword that had lost its Spirit (Qi) was garbage. To Lin Jin, it was High-Carbon Steel. "Physics Lesson 262," Lin Jin stood over a conveyor belt of broken jade tokens. "Material Science." He picked up a shattered shield. It was made of Cold-Iron, infused with frost essence. "The Qi is gone," Lin Jin observed, his blue optical sensors zooming in on the molecular structure. "But the lattice remains. It’s cryogenically treated metal." He tossed it into the Crucible. HISS. The metal melted, but it didn't lose its cold property. "Su Qing," Lin Jin ordered. "Cast this into engine blocks. We need heat sinks for the Railgun." Su Qing, now wearing a hard hat over her cultivator robes, nodded. "Yes, Fa
Chapter 244: The User Agreement
The line outside the Iron-Corpse Clinic stretched for a mile. It wasn't a clean line. It was a parade of misery. Old men with withered meridians. Young disciples with crushed legs. Warriors blinded by poison. The "trash" of the cultivation world, discarded by their sects because they were no longer perfect. They held bags of Spirit Stones, gold, and family heirlooms. They waited for the gate to open. Inside, the clinic was a slaughterhouse of efficiency. Su Qing wore a white apron stained with oil and blood. She wasn't using healing spells. She was using a Pneumatic Stapler. "Next!" Su Qing shouted. A blind cultivator stumbled in. He had been blinded by a Flash-Bang Talisman ten years ago. "Can... can you fix me?" he asked, trembling. "We don't fix," Lin Jin’s massive chassis loomed over the operating table. "We replace." He picked up a pair of Cyber-Eyes. They weren't biological. They were red lenses made of polished ruby, mounted in a steel housing. Inside, a micro-array
Chapter 245: The Hyperloop
The Iron-Corpse Sect no longer looked like a sect. It looked like a refinery wrapped in a giant spiderweb. Thick, transparent pipes made of reinforced Spirit-Glass snaked across the mountains. They ran from the Central Warehouse (the main hall) to the outer perimeter, to the mining camps, and even underground to the secret bunkers. Inside these pipes, metal capsules shot back and forth at 300 miles per hour. THWOOMP. THWOOMP. Zero stood at the Dispatch Console (a bunch of levers she had decorated with stickers). She wore a headset that was buzzing with orders. "Order 882: Exploding Arrows! Sector 4!" "Order 883: Spare Leg! Sector 7!" "Order 884: Sandwich! Sector 1!" She grabbed a capsule. She stuffed a sandwich inside. She slammed it into the pneumatic tube. She pulled the lever. HISS-BANG. Compressed air from the main reactor kicked the capsule. It vanished in a blur. "Delivery time: 12 seconds!" Zero cheered. ... Field Test. Five miles away, in the Black-Mist Forest.
Chapter 246: Thermodynamics
The Frozen North was a place where physics went to die. The temperature here wasn't just low; it was conceptually absolute. Qi didn't flow; it crystallized. Sound didn't travel; it shattered. The wind cut through spiritual shields like a diamond saw. The Dreadnought rumbled across the endless white glacier. It had been retrofitted. The tracks were now studded with meter-long obsidian spikes for grip. The hull was insulated with layers of asbestos and spider-silk. But the most important upgrade was the Plow. Attached to the front was a massive, V-shaped blade made of heated tungsten. HISSSSSS. The blade melted the ice on contact, carving a canal of steam through the frozen wasteland. Su Qing was huddled next to the engine block, wearing three fur coats and shivering. "Elder Furnace," she chattered, her teeth clicking like a Geiger counter. "It's... minus... eighty... degrees." "Internal temperature stable at 600°C," Lin Jin stood on the deck. He wasn't wearing a coat. Th
Chapter 247: The Silver Bullet
The Iron-Corpse Sect was loud. The Smithing Hall was loud. Even the Terminal One airfield was loud. But inside the Mag-Lev Tunnel, there was silence. A single, silver rail stretched into the darkness. It was made of Deep-Sea Iron, infused with the Cryo-Crystals harvested from the Ice-Heart Sect. It was cold. So cold that the air around it froze into liquid nitrogen fog. Superconductivity. Zero electrical resistance. Zero friction. Lin Jin stood next to the beast on the track. It wasn't a train in the traditional sense. It had no wheels. It had no smokestack. It was a sleek, silver projectile. Aerodynamic, pointed like a needle, and smooth as a mirror. [The Silver Bullet]. Su Qing walked around it, tapping the hull. "Elder Furnace," she whispered. "It floats." The fifty-ton train hovered three inches above the rail. "Magnetic Levitation," Lin Jin explained. "Physics Lesson 267." "Meissner Effect." "The superconducting rail expels the magnetic field," Lin Jin pointed to t
Chapter 248: Leverage
The Golden Abacus Pavilion was not a sect. It was a bank that owned an army. For five hundred years, they controlled the flow of Spirit Stones, herbs, and artifacts in the Southern Region. They set the prices. They owned the roads. But today, Treasurer Jin stood on the platform of Terminal One, watching his empire crumble. He saw the Silver Bullet unload its cargo. Robotic cranes (modified Cyber-Ghouls with extended arms) were lifting standard shipping containers off the train. CLANG. CLANG. "Rice from the Central Plains," Jin whispered, reading the labels. "Iron from the North. Silk from the East." "All here. In one hour." His caravans took months to move this much. His profit margin on rice was 10%. Lin Jin’s margin was... infinite? No, not infinite. But the volume... "He makes a penny on a ton," Jin realized, sweating. " But he moves a million tons." "Treasurer Jin," a metallic voice rumbled behind him. Jin jumped. Lin Jin was standing there. He wasn't wearing his bat
Chapter 249: Mobile Suit
The Hangar was the tallest building in the Iron-Corpse Sect. It used to be the Ancestral Shrine, but Lin Jin had knocked down the ceiling to make room for Project Titan. Su Qing stood on a catwalk thirty feet in the air, looking down at the monster. It wasn't a zombie. It wasn't a tank. It was a Bipedal Weapons Platform. [Model: XM-1 "Titan" (Industrial Type)] [Height: 20 Feet] [Weight: 60 Tons] [Armor: Composite Deep-Sea Iron & Ceramic Plate] It looked like a knight, if the knight was built by a shipyard. Massive, blocky shoulders. Hydraulic pistons thick as tree trunks exposed at the joints. The head was a squat, sensor-studded dome buried deep in the chest armor to protect it from snipers. It was painted matte black, with yellow hazard stripes on the shoulders and knees. "It's... terrifying," Little Mo whispered, holding a wrench. "It looks like it eats mountains." "It eats Spirit Stones," Lin Jin’s voice came from the floor. He was currently disconnected. His torso la
Chapter 250: Ballistics
The dust settled in the West Gate crater. Sect Master Ren stood over the hole where Elder Guang had been buried. "He's breathing," Ren poked the unconscious Nascent Soul cultivator with a stick. "But his Gold Core is cracked. And his nose is missing." "Bag him," Lin Jin ordered from inside the Titan. "Put him in the cryo-cell next to the frozen lion paw. We will sell him back to the Heavenly Dao Sect." "Sell a Nascent Soul?" Ren gasped. "The price..." "Start at five cities," Lin Jin closed the cockpit hatch. He turned his attention to the dashboard. [System: XM-1 Titan.] [Status: Combat Ready.] [Mobility: Ground Only.] "Inefficient," Lin Jin muttered. "A weapon that cannot chase a bird is a turret." He walked the sixty-ton mech back to the Hangar. "Su Qing. The Icarus Package." Su Qing looked at the blueprints. She paled. "Elder... those aren't engines. Those are... bombs with nozzles." "Solid Fuel Boosters," Lin Jin corrected. "Strap two of them to the back. Use the
Chapter 251: Recovery Operations
The Myriad Beast Forest was no longer silent. The birds had stopped singing, and the apex predators had fled. In their place was a three-hundred-meter scar of scorched earth and splintered ancient wood. At the end of the trench lay the XM-1 Titan, buried waist-deep in a swampy crater. Steam hissed from its cracked ceramic plates, smelling of overheated coolant and burnt ozone. Lin Jin sat in the mud outside the open cockpit, his single remaining mechanical arm sparking. One of his optical sensors was shattered, leaving him with a cracked, red-tinted view of the world. "System status," Lin Jin croaked. [Hull Integrity: 32%.] [Reactor: Stable at 4% Output.] [Legs: Structural Failure.] [Payload: Lost.] "Papa, look," Zero pointed to the sky. The red light of evening was being cut by streaks of gold. They weren't stars. They were Sword-Cultivators. The shockwave of the Titan’s re-entry had been seen for five hundred miles. Every greedy sect in the region was racing to the crash si