Chu Yang grinned and patted Xiang Fan on the shoulder: "Alright, don't overthink it! Let's just focus on learning sword skills and not let these messy things disrupt our minds."

The debate continued to escalate. The traditionalist monk in the center of the square suddenly stepped forward, pointed at his opponent, and angrily shouted, "Without the monks' own strength, no matter how advanced the technology is, it's just a pile of scrap metal!"

The technological cultivator folded his arms and sneered, his tone full of provocation: "That's because you frogs in the well have never seen real technology! Ye Tiandi of the Baixing Sect can crush ten of you with one mecha, and he doesn't even need to activate the shield!"

A new round of controversy instantly erupted among the crowd.

"Emperor Ye Tian is indeed powerful. He is in the Golden Core Stage, right? Who dares to say that he is not strong?"

"That's because he's blessed with technology! Without those mechas, he's nothing!"

"How do you know? Maybe he's already a genius, and technology is just the icing on the cake!"

The quarrel in the square grew louder and louder, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder. Lu Qingli's eyes darkened, and he turned decisively and said coldly to the disciples, "We have nothing to do here. There is no point in arguing. Follow me."

The team quietly left the bustling square, but Chu Yang clearly had no intention of staying quiet. He squeezed in next to Xiang Fan, his tone filled with undisguised excitement, "That tech-savvy guy is so bragging, talking like technology can revolutionize the world. The future of immortality? I think it's just a scam!"

Xiang Fan walked with his head lowered, unable to help but glance back at the receding square. A mixture of emotions filled his heart. He pondered, "Technology or spiritual practice... which path is right? Or perhaps, this isn't a question of right or wrong at all."

Lu Qingli walked at the front of the group, her steps steady, her eyes deep and cold. Without looking back, she whispered to herself, "The battle between technology and tradition... will eventually lead to an unavoidable storm."