Spirit Release Array, comfortable cushion, nearly unlimited supply of crystal cores;
Afternoon sunlight channeled down, white curtains fluttered by artificial breezes, a well-behaved mechanical maid kneeling in the corner.
Wang Ji Xuan closed his eyes and sat in meditation, a slight helplessness in his heart.
Thinking of his past life:
A pure and innocent cultivator hidden in the mountains, unaware of the human heart's capacity for betrayal.
Senior sisters and junior sisters with fragrant sleeves, fallen flowers and flowing water, busy with cultivation.
How long has he been here? And already so skilled in deception and intrigue.
When encountering a powerful enemy, the first thought that pops into his mind is whether he can delay him for some time, giving himself more time to cultivate, mobilize more resources, and then find a way to annihilate the powerful enemy, instead of the kind he used to be…
A cry of 'evil creature,' to eliminate demons and suppress evil.
In the end, his strength hasn't recovered much.
There's no way around it. In his previous life, he stood on the shoulders of a great sect like Wangxian Valley, with no shortage of cultivation resources, no shortage of guidance from famous teachers. As his cultivation improved, his status within the sect also continuously rose, and he could unlock different floors of the Sutra Depository according to his status, with tens of thousands of years of accumulated sect classics at his disposal.
Now…
The less said, the better.
Wang Ji Xuan only hates himself for not having read through the entire Sutra Depository back then, so that now, using his Mind Calculation Technique, he could always recall some urgently needed classics.
He only hates that he spent his time studying the cultivation methods of the Demonic Path and the Buddhist Path, thinking that they could be mutually verified and lead to enlightenment through analogy.
So much so that now, he is beginning to worry whether his Wangxian Valley will be regarded as a Demonic Path giant trying to launder its reputation…
'Ancestral Master above, this disciple will definitely use demonic techniques less unless absolutely necessary, and use our righteous methods more.'
'But then again, even seeking death requires lining up.'
Wang Ji Xuan slightly curled his lips, a hint of killing intent in his Dao heart.
'That Beast Speaker, full of fallacies, recognizing a thief as his father, harming all living beings, if he hadn't provoked this poor Daoist, then so be it, but since he has already come knocking on this poor Daoist's door, then he must also be made to know that the civilization of cultivation is not so easy to deal with.'
'From the current point of view, Mahayana, transcending the Heavenly Tribulation, and ascending to become immortal is the pinnacle of power in the Lower Realm. After passing the trials of the Upper Realm, one can become an immortal and attain the Dao in the Upper Realm.'
'Neither Blade Beasts nor Spirit Cultivators have been known to ascend so far.'
'When this poor Daoist's strength recovers and returns to Mahayana, I should be able to annihilate all enemies.'
Wang Ji Xuan roused his Dao heart, and then quickly calmed himself down, gradually entering a meditative state.
He already trusted Mudan's alertness.
Even Mudan can freely intrude into non-confidential communication networks, even if Ling Tong sends a message and he misses it, Mudan will reply to Ling Tong in time, telling her that he is cultivating or sleeping.
Ling Tong is not a clingy person, and will not be angry because of this.
She also has a lot of affairs to deal with.
Just as Wang Ji Xuan began to meditate;
In the corridor outside the dormitory, the young female teacher, who had worked for a day and played with the children for several hours, dragged her tired little body back to the outside of the dormitory door, searching everywhere for the key.
… …
Gao Huating tilted her head and looked at Wang Ji Xuan's door, gently blinking her eyes.
This neighbor named Wang Zheng is indeed very strange.
Not only is his whereabouts mysterious, but he also loves to hide people in his house, especially that beautiful and generous maid with a great figure…
Gao Huating couldn't help but ask in her heart.
Is this still the Fortress Era guided by collectivist ideology?
Why can this person still have a maid!
Wouldn't this really waste social resources, really insult this sister's personality!
Of course, Gao Huating just muttered a few words in her heart.
If she were to stand up as a human rights fighter, not only would she not dare, but she would easily grovel…
According to Gao Huating's observations during this period, the young man next door is not simple. She often sees high-ranking officials in uniform appearing, and occasionally she can see some strange people, such as the thin, small uncle who always smiles a little lewdly, but should not be a bad person, and the little brother who was previously sitting in a wheelchair, but can now walk steadily.
'But Wang Zheng is also very young.'
Gao Huating groped for the spare key at the bottom of the mailbox, opened the door and quickly slipped in, gently exhaling a breath.
Pulling the curtains, the light in the room suddenly dimmed.
She hummed a little tune, took off her white shirt and short skirt, removed the comfortable underwear inside her short sleeves, kicked off her small leather shoes, took off her stockings, and tiptoed back and forth on the floor.
Although she doesn't like doing housework very much, Gao Huating also cleans the house once a day. Fortunately, the area of a single dormitory is not large, and she quickly cleaned up the hygiene in a few strokes, and then opened her arms and fell on the bed like a free fall.
"Ah, another exhausting day…"
Buzz, buzz!
The pillow close at hand was constantly vibrating.
Gao Huating laboriously raised her hand, touched the communicator under the pillow, skillfully pressed the answer button, and placed it on top of her head.
"Hello…"
"No problem with tonight's broadcast, right?"
"Yeah, what time is it?"
"It starts at eight o'clock in the evening, you should go to the studio at seven thirty to prepare."
Her agent, a middle-aged woman, kept saying:
"I'll send someone over to help you clean up."
"Alas, there's too much work in the fortress lately, I'm almost sick from exhaustion."
"I really envy you, Huating, spending time with the children every day, drawing on their youthful vitality, and singing songs part-time."
Gao Huating made a face: "I'm also very tired, and…"
"And what?"
"I recently, um…"
Gao Huating hesitated to speak.
The agent immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is there any problem? Gynecology?"
"It's not that, my body has always been very good!"
Gao Huating whispered a few times:
"It's just that, recently I often have dreams, in my dreams I can still fly around, and I don't know what's going on, and… I mean, I have a neighbor, right? Recently, I seem to occasionally see some small glowing things floating around in his house…"
The agent laughed and said: "Your neighbor is very handsome, right?"
"Uh, if you say handsome…"
Wang Zheng's face appeared in front of Gao Huating.
A few points of Qingxiu, a few points of calmness, the facial lines are not considered tough, nor are they the kind of tough guy that Gao Huating idealizes, but it is indeed handsome, and there is also an unspeakable temperament.
"It really is."
"That's normal, you're almost twenty-five years old, Huating."
The agent muttered:
"When I was your age, I had already had three or four boyfriends, you haven't had one, this is just a puberty fantasy driven by a little hormone secretion."
"Your puberty is a bit too long."
Gao Huating's pretty face was red, and she muttered: "How can there be, I will definitely work hard to get a partner before the fortress assigns one."
"It's also good to follow the fortress's big data matching, my husband was assigned by the organization, and his personality is very compatible."
The agent laughed:
"Go and rest, contact me directly if you have any questions, I can be considered a cadre of the Fortress Propaganda Department anyway, although my authority is not great, but I know a lot of people."
Gao Huating gave a dry laugh, hung up the communication, and continued to be in a daze lying there.
She looked at the energy-saving lamp on the ceiling, raised her little hand and aimed it at the lampshade.
For a moment of trance, she seemed to see a sky covered with fire clouds, some wreckage floating in the depths of the sky, and she clenched the harp in her hand tightly, nervous and at a loss…
When she wanted to look carefully, those hallucinations disappeared quietly, the focus of her vision dispersed and reunited, and it was still the ceiling.
"Is it a hallucination again…"
Gao Huating's little hand fell weakly, covering her upper body, gently pressing it.
'Why hasn't it been developing all the time.'
'Does the maid sister next door need long-term fitness training to have that figure?'
She pondered in distress, unable to firmly establish the belief in fitness, and soon fell asleep in a daze.
Ding-ling-ling!
The alarm clock at half past seven in the evening rang on time.
Gao Huating jumped up with a jolt, glanced at the time, and quickly ran to the bathroom to wash and change clothes, hastily putting on her underwear and adding a pair of sports shorts.
— She is a voice broadcast, not a TV live broadcast, so it doesn't matter if the image is a little messy.
Gao Huating gathered her hair, picked up the key ring, and opened the door to rush out, but facing her was a wall.
This is a burly figure.
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Gao Huating was about to bump into it, and a mechanical hand steadily pressed her arm, fixing her in place.
"Sorry! Eh?"
Gao Huating's apricot eyes suddenly widened, looking in surprise at the face in front of her, which she had seen countless times on propaganda posters.
The dark mechanical body, the neck with simulated skin, the old but resolute, firm, and never-retreating mechanical face, the mechanical prosthetic eye on the left and the intact right eye presented a strange sense of coordination.
"Commander-in-chief?!"
"Yes," Fu Jian nodded lightly, squeezing out a smile, "Keep it secret."
"Yes, yes!"
Gao Huating's legs were weak, and she was dizzy. She had a convulsion in her brain, gave a youth team salute, lowered her head and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor, and started running wildly after taking two steps.
Fu Jian was dumbfounded.
A human individual with healthy indicators.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him: "Wang Zheng, it's me."
Wang Ji Xuan, who was meditating, opened his eyes and looked at the corner, and Mudan also tilted her head curiously.
Fu Jian came over with the stealth system on, and Mudan couldn't capture his trace either.
… …
In the evening, on the cement road in the wheat field.
Fu Jian walked slowly with his hands behind his back, Wang Ji Xuan put his hands in his coat pockets, observing various parts of the fortress with his spiritual sense, somewhat lost in thought.
After walking for half a minute, Wang Ji Xuan took the initiative to ask:
"Old Hei, Commander-in-Chief, Comrade Fu, you called me out here just for a stroll?"
"Not exactly," Fu Jian pondered for a moment. "I'm contemplating a question."
"What question?"
"What kind of honor or reward should we give you to make you wholeheartedly work for humanity?"
"You're certainly blunt."
Wang Jixuan chuckled.
"Don't bother with that. Since I'm taking crystal cores from you, I'll naturally help you clear out the enemies."
"Besides, I'm also human. The dangers of the Blade Beasts and the rebellion of the Spirit Energy Capital, I'll take care of them myself once I'm strong enough."
Fu Jian said, "I don't doubt your character, but... more people should know about your contributions."
"Why?" Wang Jixuan retorted.
"Clear rewards and punishments are the foundation of a ruling order. Minimizing the dark aspects of the order as much as possible will extend the order as much as possible."
Fu Jian smiled, speaking nonchalantly.
"Currently, due to the immense pressure from the Blade Beasts, the dark aspects within the war zone-fortress order system are being squeezed out to the greatest extent, like air bubbles."
"So you can feel that, although there are also decadent behaviors within the fortress, such as in the 46th floor of this fortress, where some mid-level cadres indulge in extravagant pleasures, overall, most corrupt officials don't dare to abuse their power or embezzle the main resources, only skimming off the edges."
Wang Jixuan nodded. "You came here just to give me a science lesson?"
"No, there's something else. I just wanted to ask you... do you want any honors? I can give the Black Storm some medals, artificially creating a god."
"No need."
Wang Jixuan chuckled.
"Instead of that, just give me more resources, like crystal cores, special ores, and old herbs and trees. I have great uses for them."
"We lack a powerful role model."
"Why not just pick one from the cyborgs? Anyway, ordinary people don't know the difference between one cyborg and another."
Wang Jixuan countered.
"Speaking of which, I'm also a bit puzzled. Why is the second-generation model so much stronger than the latest model?"
"Different core components."
Fu Jian slightly raised his eyebrows.
"First-generation and second-generation cyborgs are almost always equipped with the most advanced micro-core reactors, destruction cannons, and power systems. This requires a certain degree of self-modification, at least 86%, with most of the body's organs replaced."
"Your Peony and Maid Corps have core components on par with second-generation cyborgs, but their total energy is lower, and they don't have enough weapon systems."
"Ling Tong and the others are using the youth version of the core components, so their strength ceiling is far lower than the old models with 90% modification."
"So, this time, Wang Zheng, your contribution is truly enormous. The appearance of the Crane Origin Pill has suddenly given us eight more terrifying mecha pilots."
"That's great," Wang Jixuan smiled. "I can live even more comfortably now."
"But these active ones..."
"Don't worry, I'll do what I say. I'll start refining pills tomorrow."
Fu Jian breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. What are your plans for dealing with the Beast Speaker? I'll fully cooperate."
"That's your job, Commander-in-Chief, to formulate strategies and plans."
Wang Jixuan's expression became serious.
"I can only say, lock down his whereabouts as soon as possible, and if conditions allow, take the initiative to attack as soon as possible. Time waits for no one, the sooner the better!"
"Alright, I've already unsealed three terrifying mechas that were sealed due to a lack of pilots."
Fu Jian said.
"If you agree, I'd like to directly promote your Seven Star Sword Formation technique within the cyborg team, and let Ling Tong be the chief instructor to increase her prestige."
"Promote it immediately."
Wang Jixuan was even more radical.
"Don't you have a lot of mechanical bodies? Why not just load the Peony and the others' sword formation program directly into the mechanical bodies?"
"That's very dangerous."
Fu Jian said simply.
"If seven advanced autonomous machines can kill a lone cyborg, the power balance between us and the autonomous machines will be completely lost."
"The story of the Blade Beasts and the Spirit Practitioners' civilization is the best reminder."
"Of course, if the flame of human civilization is extinguished, then the all-mechanical doomsday protocol I set will be activated immediately."
"Doomsday protocol? Old Fu, you wouldn't be thinking of blowing up the planet?"
"Not that far," Fu Jian smiled. "However, a planet without humans would lose its meaning to humanity."
Wang Jixuan was momentarily speechless.
"I want to talk to Wall Number Four again. What do you think?"
Fu Jian said in a deep voice.
"I came here mainly for this."
"The Blade Beasts have already begun to advance into Spirit Energy users. The existence of the Beast Speaker should be able to threaten this Wall Number Four bastard."
"He's just a failure and doesn't deserve to negotiate with us."
