An invitation letter from the Tianxuan Cultivation Sect lay quietly on her desk, with the words "Mecha and Cultivation Exchange Activity" written on it.
Ye Ling looked at the invitation letter with a wry smile on her lips, "A sect of cultivation... I hope it won't be too deceptive." She picked up the invitation letter, turned and walked towards the mecha hangar. The ancient mecha core flashed with mysterious light under her gaze.
"Set off!"
Ye Ling brought the mecha to the foot of the mountain where the Tianxuan cultivation sect was located.
Elder Xuanfeng, who had an immortal air, walked over slowly. When he saw Ye Ling's mecha, he couldn't help but frowned and looked at the steel behemoth with disgust, as if he was looking at a pile of scrap metal.
"What is this? The product of a failed weapon refining?" His tone was full of disdain, as if he was looking at a funny toy.
The surrounding disciples also laughed.
"Pfft, this is the so-called mecha? It looks so stupid!" "Can this thing fly? It won't crawl on the ground, will it?" Ling'er stood in the crowd, looking at Ye Ling and her mecha curiously. In her heart, she had a yearning for new things, but also a subtle contempt of the sect.
These people actually dared to laugh at her precious mecha!
She took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and secretly vowed to prove herself and make these arrogant cultivators take notice of her.
"Elder Xuanfeng, this is a mecha. It has powerful strength and can..." Ye Ling tried to explain, but was interrupted impatiently by Elder Xuanfeng.
"Alright, alright, stop wasting time. How can a low-level mechanical creation like a mecha be compared with our advanced cultivation? It's simply a laughing stock!" He waved his hand contemptuously, as if to drive away a fly.
"I think mechas and cultivation can be combined, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and making progress together..." Ye Ling was not willing to be outdone, and spoke again, wanting to elaborate on her idea of combining mechas and cultivation, such as integrating the cultivator's spiritual power into the mecha to improve its performance, or using the mecha's sophisticated structure to assist the cultivator's practice.
"Naive! It's simply wishful thinking!" Elder Xuanfeng mocked mercilessly, "How can a cold machine like a mecha understand the mysteries of cultivation? You are blaspheming cultivation!" His words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Ye Ling's ears.
Ye Ling argued and tried to explain the advantages and potential of mechas, but the cultivators didn't listen at all. They stubbornly believed that cultivation was the supreme power and were full of prejudice against mechas.
The atmosphere at the scene was tense, as if a spark could cause an explosion.
Just when the situation reached a stalemate, Elder Sun, who had remained silent, finally stood up.
"Elder Xuanfeng, what you said is wrong." He stroked his beard, a gleam of light in his cloudy eyes. "Mechas have made great contributions in interstellar wars. Without them, do you think we can defend this world?"
He paused, then raised his voice, "Don't forget, if it weren't for the bloody battles fought by the mecha warriors, we would have been finished long ago!"
Elder Sun's words made some young disciples look at each other in confusion, and they began to feel a little curious about the mecha.
Ling'er also blinked, and her contempt for mechas was shaken a little.
Ye Ling looked at Elder Sun with gratitude, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her heart.
"Seeing is believing, hearing is not." Ye Ling took a deep breath and spoke in a firm tone.
"Instead of arguing, let me demonstrate the mecha's capabilities."
She jumped into the cockpit of the mecha, ready to demonstrate some basic operations, such as high-speed movement, precise shooting, energy shield, etc., to let these cultivators see the power of the mecha.
Buzz buzz buzz—the sound of the mecha starting up rang out, and the metal joints made a crisp sound of friction.
Ye Ling manipulated the mecha to slowly stand up and was about to start the performance when suddenly, the mecha tilted forward and almost fell down. The movement was so funny that it looked like a drunk robot, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, this is what they call a mecha? I'm dying of laughter!" Qing Yunzi hid in the crowd with a sinister smile on his lips. He had just secretly used magic to interfere with the control system of the mecha.
Ye Ling frowned, she felt that there was something wrong with the control system of the mecha, as if it was interfered with in some way.
She tried to stabilize the mecha and quickly troubleshoot the problem. A red warning message appeared on the screen: Control system abnormality, suspected external interference...
Ye Ling's eyes flashed, she knew someone was deliberately making trouble.
"It seems like someone doesn't want me to perform well..." Ye Ling sneered and whispered in the communication channel: "Duan Yu..."
Duan Yu clenched his fists, anger surging in his chest.
"Can you do it alone? Don't be so stubborn!" he growled, his tone full of worry.
Ye Ling sneered: "When did I, Ye Ling, need help from others? Just wait and see, I will let them know what it means to be slapped in the face!" A busy tone came from the communicator. Duan Yu scratched his hair in annoyance. This woman, really...
Damn worrying!
Ye Ling took a deep breath and focused her attention on the dilemma at hand.
what to do?
She thought of the ancient core sleeping deep in the mecha, which was her ultimate trump card!
"Let's fight!" Ye Ling gritted her teeth and activated some functions of the ancient core.
A powerful energy surged into the mecha's control system, the originally chaotic codes began to rearrange themselves, and the flashing warning messages gradually disappeared.
Buzz—the mecha stabilized again, emitting a low roar, like a sleeping giant beast slowly waking up.
"Hmph, a mere trifle." Ye Ling sneered and controlled the mecha to stand steadily.
The laughter around stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at the mecha in surprise as it returned to normal, their eyes full of confusion.
Elder Xuanfeng's expression also turned somewhat ugly. He didn't expect that Ye Ling could solve the problem so quickly.
"It's just a trick," Qing Yunzi said sourly, "I wonder how long she can hold on."
"Next is the real performance." Ye Ling turned her gaze to the back mountain, which was a venue specially used by the cultivation sect for testing, and it was also the best stage for her to prove herself.
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