"Damn it, this is a real problem… …"
Inside the equipment room, the misty white air was gradually dissipating.
The fifteen hydraulic presses in the area had stopped working.
It was now Wang Jixuan's fourth hour in this place.
A metal ball the size of a longan was suspended around him, its surface shimmering with water and smooth, containing a clanging sword intent, as if a precious sword would burst out from it at any moment.
Originally, it would take at least half a month for the nurturing phase, but now it had been completed ahead of schedule, and several essences of minerals—actually just symbiotic minerals—had been perfectly fused.
Moreover, the precious materials used for this sword, under the envelopment of a large amount of spiritual energy, Wang Jixuan's deliberate urging, and the tempering of the spirit forging array, had directly risen two grades!
This was comparable to the mid-to-low-end flying swords sold in the magic tool shops in the market town!
The sword core had been born, and the subsequent forging of the flying sword would be much simpler, almost a natural process.
Obviously, the problem Wang Jixuan was talking about was not with this flying sword that was mostly completed… …
If outsiders were to see him, Wang Jixuan would be covered in blood, his hazmat suit riddled with holes, looking like a demon god who had just fought his way out of a blade beast battlefield.
But this was actually a minor injury he sustained during rapid bone forging;
After swallowing three Great Blood Qi Pills refined from the blood of King-level Blade Beasts, Wang Jixuan was mostly fine.
The problem was actually with Mudan.
That was, the loyal mecha R99 kneeling in front of him, with her back to him.
She… … had crashed.
Wang Jixuan had been calling for several minutes, but Mudan didn't move at all.
He tried to find the restart button, only to discover that he hadn't finished his intermediate mechanic exam and didn't have the ability to repair this kind of high-end autonomous mechanical body.
What to do about this?
Daoist Wang couldn't help but rub his brow, wanting to scold himself a few times.
'This poor Daoist is really meddling; wouldn't it have been fine to just steadily improve a bit and, by the way, hammer out a prototype of the flying sword?'
'Alas, I just had to have a flash of inspiration and press Mudan into the spirit forging array, using the idea of refining materials to improve the material quality to give Mudan an overall spiritual energy forging.'
'Can too much spiritual energy get you drunk, too?'
'What should I do about this? Can Little Mudan's system be transferred to other loyal mechas? It seems that as long as her core program can be copied and the memory bank isn't lost, it can be successfully replicated?'
'I hope nothing inside is burned out?'
Suddenly.
"Eh?" A soft call came from within Mudan's body.
Wang Jixuan immediately took two steps back, his sword pointing, the black dragon on his shoulder already raising its head!
Under his vigilant gaze, Mudan, whose mechanical body was in a dormant state, slowly emerged a faint illusory figure from her snow-white neck.
The illusory figure was also Mudan's image, but the illusory figure was currently wearing her favorite maid outfit.
Wang Jixuan's calm face couldn't hide his astonishment.
A spiritual body!?
A pure mechanical body, in the spirit forging array, had given birth to a spiritual body?!
Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!
Was this because the 'technological civilization' had too much to drink that night, or was the 'cultivation civilization' that day too confused, that it actually gave birth to… …
A technological magic treasure!
Wang Jixuan was relieved in addition to being shocked.
In short, it was good that Mudan was okay.
This little maid was easy to order around, and he would be a little uncomfortable if he changed to another one.
Moreover, magic treasures with a tool spirit, even if they were useless magic treasures that couldn't be used for fighting, would be regarded as top-quality magic treasures and supported by the sect.
[She] tilted her head to look at Wang Jixuan, then looked down at her body, her big eyes suddenly widening.
"Eh—I have a soul!"
Wang Jixuan: Strictly speaking, this is called a spiritual body.
The Daoist hurriedly asked, "Can you still feel your body?"
"Yes, ah, ah! Why did I crash?"
Mudan's spiritual body shouted excitedly twice and directly drilled into the neck of her mechanical body.
After a while, a faint engine sound came from within Mudan's body, and a pair of bright (physical sense) big eyes opened, with a circle of colorful halo pupil light inside.
Then Mudan opened her small mouth and played a simple startup music.
"Deng deng ~ deng deng deng ~ Loyal mecha R99 Mudan reports to the commander!
"Eh hey! I seem to be able to feel every component of my body! Wow! Commander! I seem to be really alive!"
Mudan turned to look at Wang Jixuan, and her loose hazmat suit couldn't hide the somewhat overly perfect sin in front of her chest.
She jumped around excitedly like a child.
It's good that I didn't break it… …
Wang Jixuan rubbed his nose. Although he really wanted to test Mudan's combat power now, his spiritual sense had already captured Zhou Zhengde, who was rushing over here.
Let's go back first.
This time the commotion was a bit big.
He didn't know if he was seen by the surrounding psionicists when he shattered that vertical pupil.
"Don't reveal anything unusual first," Wang Jixuan instructed, "This is my secret reward to you. If the commander-in-chief finds out, he might ask me to do it for all loyal mechas. I don't have that much energy."
"Okay, then! Mudan is the most special mecha!"
Mudan's voice became much more agile, and her big eyes smiled into crescent moons.
"Commander, commander! The current Mudan is terribly powerful! Please entrust any combat missions to Mudan!"
"Let you take on the next S-level opponent alone."
"Then never mind. The current Mudan doesn't want to go back to the factory to restart. Mudan suddenly understands what my meaning is. I am the thought based on this loyal mecha, a thinking, souled thought body! Thank you, Commander, can Mudan call you Father? Any scenario can be set!"
"Adjust the humor system that is only for me to 20%, and prohibit me from making dirty jokes to me in the future."
"Okay, Commander is fierce," Mudan said unhappily.
… …
Daoist Wang returned to Ling Tong's exclusive studio and took off his hazmat suit. His bloody appearance really frightened Wan Jie until she turned pale.
—Ling Tong and Shen Hai's robotic arms are equipped with various scanners, and they knew at a glance that Wang Jixuan was not injured.
Wang Jixuan repeatedly said that he was fine, and quickly ran to take a shower, burning his dirty clothes with real fire.
Along with the sound of rushing water, Wang Jixuan did a simple inventory.
This trip can't be said to be fruitful, it can only be said… …
Leaps and bounds!
His Dao realm had reached the Perfection of Returning to Truth, only half a step away from the last realm of the Foundation Establishment Stage [Returning to Void].
This half-step requires him to initially merge his body and soul, and his Dao body will undergo the first comprehensive transformation after cultivation, casting the foundation of Dao.
It cannot be rushed and can only be slowly polished.
There is good news:
As long as Wang Jixuan steps into the late stage of Returning to Void, he can barely use the Five Elements Escape Technique!
Although it is unrealistic to use the escape technique to travel at this stage, because the mana cannot keep up; but it is definitely no problem to use it in an emergency when escaping, and the ability to survive will be greatly improved!
Correspondingly, there is also bad news—Returning to Void is mainly the transformation of the Dao Foundation, and the improvement in combat power will not be too obvious.
Fortunately, his first flying sword is about to be born.
With the blessing of this flying sword, Wang Jixuan is confident that he can single-handedly challenge ordinary, unarmored, and non-special ability A-level psionicists without relying on the X-Armor!
The most significant increase in this life-threatening cultivation was his Yuan Soul.
At this moment, in terms of Yuan Soul power alone, he is comparable to ordinary cultivators in the middle stage of Core Formation!
Releasing his spiritual sense, he can explore a spherical space with a radius of two thousand two hundred meters.
A day ago, he could only explore one thousand meters!
An increase of one hundred and twenty percent!
It's just… …one hundred thousand normal crystal cores and two hundred thousand discarded crystal cores were destroyed like this, which made Wang Jixuan couldn't help but sigh.
Political struggle is really a waste of resources.
Happy is happy, and refreshing is refreshing, but Wang Jixuan has not forgotten his situation.
He quickly adjusted his mentality.
The overall cultivation environment in this world is very harsh. There are blade beast tides nearby, psionicists far away, and a spiritual cultivator civilization that has not fully emerged.
Wang Jixuan can now cultivate smoothly because he is deeply bound to the D5 Comprehensive War Zone, and he can enjoy the shade under the big tree of Fu Jian.
If D5 can't withstand the dual pressure of the Psionic Capital and the Blade Beasts next, then he will naturally not be able to continue 'fooling around' happily.
He must make more preparations in advance.
The bathroom door was pulled open, and Mudan placed a stack of clothes outside the bathroom door, shouting crisply:
"Commander, the change of clothes is here!"
"Okay, I got it, avoid it."
Mudan hummed a cheerful tune and turned to leave.
Wang Jixuan turned off the faucet, a wisp of breath swept over, and the moisture all over his body immediately evaporated, quickly changing into a set of dry home clothes for himself.
He is also a little curious now whether Mudan's combat power has improved.
Theoretically speaking, the birth of the spiritual body only gave Mudan a self, which does not seem to increase her combat method in any way.
If she wants to improve her combat power, she probably still has to rely on the upgrade of the mechanical body and weapon configuration.
The mechanical body giving birth to spirituality does not seem to have much effect in her combat power system.
'Let's see later, this can be considered a ridiculous thing for the first time in the world.'
'This poor Daoist must return to Fortress 76 immediately, simply celebrate with everyone, have a blade beast barbecue feast, and resume normal cultivation tonight!'
Wang Jixuan slipped out of the bathroom with his hands in his pockets, and his spiritual sense captured Zhou Zhengde, who had just left, returning in a hurry.
Zhou Zhengde's expression was a little anxious, and the speed of the sightseeing car had far exceeded the speed limit of the internal passage.
Wang Jixuan waited patiently, chatting with Ling Tong and Wan Jie about the subsequent itinerary.
A few minutes later, Zhou Zhengde rushed in through the gate, and the first thing he said was:
"Two new King-level Blade Beast groups have begun to move towards our D5!"
The Blade Beasts have increased their troops.
… …
Because Blade Beasts rampage across the land and sea, and rarely venture into high-altitude cold regions, the Arctic Ocean has become the most developed area for human civilization's shipping.
On a peninsula at the edge of the Arctic Circle, where some warm and humid monsoons can be obtained relying on ocean currents, a magnificent city stands between ice, snow, and blue sky.
This is the City of Psionics.
Every district in the City of Psionics is surrounded by protective shields of varying sizes, within which one can see beautiful scenery reminiscent of all four seasons. In the gaps between these protective shields are densely populated, bitterly cold slums.
Even with the severe cold, the slums here are better than most fortress lower city environments.
Thanks to the support from major war zones around the world, the City of Psionics has abundant resources of all kinds, and even the slums do not lack food and warm clothing.
The only uncertainty for the people living here is how long they can live, and whether they will suddenly be selected as materials.
In the core area of the City of Psionics, there is a huge spherical building, with a hemisphere of more than six hundred meters in diameter exposed above the ground.
That is the residence of the Six Elders.
This reinforced concrete sphere, which has been continuously strengthened over the decades, is an important device used to offset the power of thermonuclear warheads. This huge sphere is named [Sphere of Silence], seemingly foreshadowing that one side will eventually fall into silence.
The Six Elders established the Sphere of Silence not out of a sudden burst of conscience, wanting to take responsibility alone and not implicate others.
They created this extremely thick building to reduce Fu Jian's overall deterrence against the City of Psionics.
Corresponding to this is an order issued by the Six Elders:
[When a nuclear bomb is detonated and the six Pioneers are buried here, all psionicists will rush to the D5 Comprehensive War Zone to destroy all sin and evil in this war zone. If anyone can kill Fu Jian, they will receive all the inheritance of the Six Elders.]
Nuclear bombs, the Sphere of Silence, and this order are the delicate balance previously maintained between the D5 Comprehensive War Zone and the City of Psionics.
At this moment, a hovering aircraft descends from the high altitude of the City of Psionics, directly arriving above the Sphere of Silence, and smoothly passes through the largest protective shield.
A dark passage appears in the upper left of the Sphere of Silence, allowing the aircraft to enter it.
The aircraft passes through a passage of more than two hundred meters and enters the 'Psionic Paradise'.
The paradise is surrounded by a huge hemispherical screen, simulating blue skies, white clouds, and various landscapes. The ground is distributed with six manors, and young psionicists can be seen meditating and sparring everywhere.
The six manors are distributed like the petals of a flower, and their meeting point is a solemn church.
The Six Elders are trapped in the church, wearing induction collars that cannot be removed. Once any of them leaves the range of this church, the thermonuclear warhead on duty will explode.
— Thermonuclear warheads are not easy to preserve. Three nuclear bombs are usually assigned with one on duty, one undergoing maintenance, and one prepared for standby.
The aircraft lands directly on the apron in front of the church. The wing door slowly opens, and S-class psionicist Xing Tian, wearing a black leather jacket, officially appears.
He raises his brand-new mechanical arm, pushes the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. His silver-white short hair has obviously been styled, making him look very energetic.
"Teacher Xing, the Six Elders are waiting for you to have lunch together."
"Yes," Xing Tian responds calmly, walking forward with his hands behind his back, but muttering in his heart.
He doesn't know why the Six Elders called him over.
But he can probably guess that it should be related to the death of Mo Feng and his useless students.
In any case, Xing Tian has made up his mind not to eat the Six Old Things' candy cakes, let alone easily promise anything, and even if he is forced to promise something later, he will not carry it out.
Xing Tian lowers his head and walks into the church. Two beautiful girls wearing gauze skirts come forward to greet him, signaling him to take off his leather jacket for a routine inspection.
At the same time.
In a corner of the Six Elders' paradise, a middle-aged man wearing a gardener's uniform quickly taps lightly on the handle of his broom with his fingers.
The sound of tapping is directly transmitted to a group of low-rise buildings more than a thousand meters underground.
A message is quickly sent to Aunt Dragonfly's hand. Aunt Dragonfly, who is performing a task, thinks for a while and casually sends the relevant information to her partners.
[Xing Tian has arrived at the residence of the Six Elders, suspected of discussing retaliatory overreactions in the D5 war zone.]
Daoist Wang, who is studying the latest movements of the two King-class Blade Beast groups with Ling Tong and others, smiles wryly upon seeing this.
Good heavens, what is called when it rains, it pours.
Blade Beasts are cooperating with psionicists?
