The mecha classroom is now so deserted it's heartbreaking. Back when the first class began, the scene was likened to a sect ceremony. The room was packed, and the disciples gathered around the mecha, their eyes ablaze, as if they could pilot it and slay demons, becoming famous throughout the Lingxiao world. However, in just a few months, the atmosphere has completely collapsed. Now, only a handful of people remain in the classroom, and even the elders' sighs are audible.

The teaching elder stood in front of the podium, scanning the empty seats. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Alas, a few more have been lost. Speaking of which, every disciple in our sect thinks mechas are too troublesome. They really don't even have the patience to touch them. These days, cultivators who study mechas are probably becoming a rare species."

In the corner, Xiang Fan clutched his textbook, his eyes as focused as a spirit-absorbing stone array, staring intently at the data board in the elder's hand, memorizing every detail. In contrast, the other students sat more casually, some even beginning to doze off.

A fellow student nearby stretched lazily, glanced at Xiang Fan sideways, and said half-jokingly, "Xiang Fan, you're really persistent. It's been a few months, and everyone else has left. Why are you still here? Do you really think this crappy class is useful?"

Hearing this, Xiang Fan scratched his head, blushed slightly, and whispered, "I think...it's quite interesting. The mecha is very powerful."

The teaching elder happened to hear this and raised his eyebrows. He turned his gaze to Xiang Fan and said with a little more relief in his tone: "Interesting is a good thing. Interesting can make you persist even when others can't. Study hard and you will find that the potential of mecha is far beyond your imagination."

Xiang Fan smiled shyly, but the other disciples clearly weren't buying the elder's words. One of the disciples curled his lips and muttered, "Potential? Elder, you sound so serious. Looking at this class, aside from the spirit stone fee, I really can't see any other 'potential'."

The old demo mech in the center of the classroom stood quietly, like a forgotten old cow. Its shell was covered in scratches, its once shiny metal now dull and lifeless. Even its joints made strange creaking sounds, as if it would fall apart at any moment. The teaching elder walked over to the mech, patted its legs, and said with a hint of resignation, "Don't look at its tattered appearance. It's a veteran of our sect's mech program, a model sent down by the main sect ten years ago. However, it's time to retire it."

After class, the teaching elder stood at the podium and announced in his usual calm yet somewhat helpless tone, "Next year, I will be transferred back to the main sect. The mecha course will also officially end, and this old mecha... will be sent to the scrapyard for disposal."

The classroom was completely silent. Several students didn't even look up, clearly uninterested in the news. Some even wore expressions of relief. After all, they considered this course nothing more than a top-tier waste of time. Only Xiang Fan, his gaze fixed on the old mech, revealed an indescribable complexity—a mixture of reluctance and a glimmer of hope.

The elder glanced around, shook his head helplessly, and sighed inwardly: These disciples, each one of them is too arrogant, and has no idea of ​​the true value of mechas. But just as he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of Xiang Fan's sparkling eyes. Suddenly, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if an idea came to his mind.

After the class, the elder called Xiang Fan aside, put his hands behind his back, and said in a more serious tone, "Xiang Fan, I can see that you really like mechas, right?"

Xiang Fan froze when his name was suddenly called. He rubbed his hands nervously, lowered his head, and spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Yes... yes, Elder. I think they are... quite good."

"Very good?" The elder raised his eyebrows and looked at him with complicated eyes for a few seconds. Suddenly, he chuckled and pointed at the old mecha. "Since you like it, this mecha is yours."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Fan froze in shock. Then his eyes widened like bells, and his mouth opened, but no sound came out. After several seconds, he stammered excitedly, "Elder... Elder, is this true? Is this... really possible?"

The elder looked at him with interest and said with a half-smile, "The scrap yard isn't going to hold any farewell ceremony for it. If you don't pick it up, it'll be buried in the waste pile anyway. You might as well make the most of it and see what you can come up with."

A gleam of light flashed in Xiang Fan's eyes, as if he had obtained a rare treasure, but then he lowered his head and whispered, "But...but I don't know if I can fix it. It's so old."

The elder patted his shoulder, his tone unusually gentle: "Don't be afraid of failure. A mecha is revitalized through hard work and effort. If it can stand up again in your hands, it is a blessing for it."

After hearing this, Xiang Fan's uneasiness was suddenly replaced by a firm conviction. He straightened his back and bowed deeply, his voice trembling slightly but remarkably firm: "Thank you, Elder! I will work hard to repair it and will not let it be thrown away again!"

The elder looked at him with satisfaction and nodded gently: "Go, Xiang Fan. I hope this mecha can become your true partner. Remember, the way of mecha training depends not only on skills, but also on a persistent heart."

As Xiang Fan pushed the old mech away, his posture looked awkward. After all, the mech was so worn out that its parts creaked and creaked, and it looked like it could fall apart at any moment. As he pushed, he silently prayed, "Please don't let it fall apart on the way! At least let me fix a screw first!"

The elder behind him watched this scene, shook his head, turned around and walked back to the classroom, muttering to himself, "I hope this little guy can build it into something decent... But if it really does, it will be considered the 'graduation ceremony' of this class."