Inside the Lingxiao Sect, several disciples sat together, chatting animatedly. The atmosphere was more boiling than the pot boiling in the kitchen.

"Have you heard? Senior Brother Jin from Baixing Sect actually went on some transformation platform in order to build his foundation!" A disciple lowered his voice mysteriously, as if telling a shocking secret.

Chu Yang was happily munching on a spiritual fruit when he was stunned when he heard this: "Renovation station? What the hell is that? It sounds like the repair station where I replaced parts for my mecha last time?"

"Hey, you're completely ignorant!" Another disciple patted Chu Yang's shoulder, his tone filled with contempt. "The transformation platform is a technological black technology. It uses spiritual metal to directly transform the cultivator's body, forcing spiritual energy into the dantian, and giving you a foundation-building package. No spiritual roots or no spiritual roots are needed!"

Chu Yang's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he listened, his mouth hanging open for a long time. "This...this is too wild! Are they treating themselves like mechas?"

"That's not even the most outrageous part," the disciple continued, proudly revealing, "The most outrageous thing is that this thing is ridiculously expensive! I heard that the cost of one transformation platform is enough to buy ten brand new foundation-building-level mechas!"

"Ten mechas?" Chu Yang nearly dropped the spiritual fruit in his hand upon hearing this. The look on his face was even more painful than if he had lost his ancestral spiritual stone. "I might as well just use the spiritual stones to build up my mechas! At least the mechas won't explode!"

Speaking of "explosion," another disciple lowered his voice, his expression becoming increasingly mysterious. "Do you know? I heard that Senior Brother Jin nearly exploded when his spiritual energy overloaded during his transformation! His dantian couldn't withstand the impact of the spiritual energy, and the transformation failed. Now he's completely useless."

Chu Yang sucked in a breath of cold air, his Adam's apple moving up and down: "Is this true? So exciting?" He looked down at his fragile body, imagined the scene of his dantian being torn apart, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach.

"Really!" The disciple patted his chest and vowed, "I heard that after his transformation failed, he couldn't even maintain his Qi training. Now he has become a laughing stock in the Baixing Sect."

"Hahahaha, what's that called? Greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant!" Chu Yang slapped his thigh, laughing so hard he fell backwards. "You're almost dead, and you still want to build your foundation? Technological cultivators are really risking their lives!"

Xiang Fan listened silently, his mind replaying the memory of himself repairing the mecha. He'd seen countless problems like psychic overloads, system crashes, short circuits, but he'd never imagined they could happen to a human. He muttered softly, "The price of technology is far more terrifying than I imagined."

During the sect's class the next day, the Dharma Elder, seemingly having heard about this, specifically brought up the matter. Standing on the podium, his expression serious, his tone graver than usual, he said, "While the Baixing Sect's transformation platform can quickly establish a foundation, this method fundamentally violates the very essence of cultivation. Cultivation emphasizes a solid foundation and a firm state of mind, not forced advancement through external forces."

A disciple raised his hand and asked, "Elder, why did they choose this method?"

The elder sighed, his gaze far-sighted. "Haste makes waste. Technology can indeed provide shortcuts, but it also makes us forget that the true meaning of cultivation is a dialogue with oneself and the universe. If the Dantian is out of harmony, and spiritual energy clashes, then at best, cultivation will be completely wasted, and at worst, life will be in danger."

The disciples nodded one after another, with a bit more awe in their eyes: "It turns out that the traditional way of cultivation is more reliable."

Chu Yang took the opportunity to mutter quietly, "It seems that those of us who play with mechas are still quite rational. At least we won't transform ourselves into half-human, half-iron monsters."

The elder seemed to have heard his mumbling, smiled slightly, and added, "Although technology has its shortcomings, it cannot be completely denied. As long as it is used properly, it can still be a help to cultivation, not a hindrance."

Xiang Fan's heart trembled as he listened to the elder's words. He looked down at the notebook in his hand, which contained his latest research on psychic energy transmission and mecha control. He couldn't help but ponder, "Are mecha and spiritual cultivation truly incompatible? If one day, we can find a balance between the two, could we avoid these tragedies?"

Inside the Lingxiao Sect's meeting hall, the clamor of debate was so resounding it threatened to blow the roof off. Shen Tianshu slowly stood up, his cold gaze sweeping across the room. All the noise instantly quieted. He stepped forward, standing in the center of the meeting hall. His voice was steady and powerful: "The technology faction's use of external objects to forcibly transform the body is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst."

He paused briefly before continuing, "The foundation of spiritual practice lies in inner peace and purity. Spiritual energy is the essence of heaven and earth, and only those with a clear mind can truly control it. Technological artifacts may appear powerful on the surface, but they only mask the instability of spiritual energy and ultimately create even greater hidden dangers."

The traditional disciples in the audience nodded, as if they had heard the sound of nature. Some began to applaud, and the applause gradually spread, until the entire meeting hall was filled with the sound of approval.

"Brother Shen is still far-sighted!"

"Yes, in the end, you have to rely on yourself to practice!"

Shen Tianshu's words were like a stabilizing force, completely overwhelming the tech supporters. But in the crowd, Chu Yang rolled his eyes and muttered quietly, "These big ideas sound quite impressive, but it's a pity that Senior Brother Shen hasn't even touched a mecha. Is he really qualified to judge the quality of technology?"

Xiang Fan overheard Chu Yang's muttering, and his heart wavered. He huddled in a corner, his hands clasped around his knees, his gaze a bit dazed. "Brother Shen, what you said does make sense, but is technology truly useless? Can't its power and efficiency be used to aid cultivation?"

He muttered to himself, his voice so low that even he could barely hear it: "If...if we can find a way to combine technology and practice, perhaps we can embark on a completely new path..."

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