The Lingxiao Sect's main formation platform was shrouded in a shroud of spiritual energy, the central pillar of light flickering like a candle flame on the brink of collapse. Shen Tianshu stood before the formation, his expression solemn, the aura of a Foundation Establishment cultivator faintly fluctuating. He formed hand seals, and spiritual energy flowed into the formation's nodes like a stream. His tone was filled with urgency, "Spiritual Power Repair Technique... Activate!"
However, after the spiritual energy was injected, the light column of the formation flickered a few times and then suddenly went out. Shen Tianshu's hand froze in mid-air, and a thin layer of sweat faintly seeped out of his forehead. He murmured to himself, "What's going on? The spiritual energy is not flowing smoothly, as if it is being interfered with by some kind of interference... But this abnormal spiritual energy fluctuation is completely unlike the common spiritual energy disturbance."
He frowned and tried several times, but each time ended in failure. Not only did the formation fail to recover, but the surrounding spiritual energy became even more chaotic, and even the nearby auxiliary spiritual tools began to lose their effectiveness. Shen Tianshu's face grew increasingly gloomy. He was one of the sect's geniuses, but he was completely confused by this formation and felt extremely annoyed.
Several disciples who were responsible for maintaining the formation had already started discussing in low voices.
“Even Senior Brother Shen can’t handle it. Is this formation going to be completely useless?”
"I heard that the sect's spiritual weapons have been failing frequently recently. Could there be a problem with the spiritual energy network?"
"Psionic network?" Shen Tianshu's eyes fixed upon hearing these words. His hand paused on the incantation, then he murmured thoughtfully, "Although the psionic network is only a small amount of access, it is still an external entity. Could the problem really be with it?"
He stood up straight, his eyes sweeping across the formation platform, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Perhaps I should start by investigating the access runes of the psychic network..."
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of the sect, Xiang Fan was lazily leaning back in a chair, legs crossed. His cave was cluttered with various psychic devices and runic devices. His fingers slid rapidly across the screen, his face brimming with excitement and concentration.
"This rune is truly intriguing." He curled his lips, his eyes filled with excitement. "It can actually multiply itself? This design is truly intriguing, like some kind of intelligent virus."
He muttered to himself as he disassembled and reassembled the rune chains. The data on the screen scrolled like flowing water. The twisted rune chains seemed to have life, constantly wriggling, trying to escape his constraints. Xiang Fan watched with even greater excitement, seeming to completely forget about time, his mind filled with the thought of deciphering these runes.
"It's really interesting. The logic of this thing is completely against common sense. How could ordinary psychic runes be so cunning?" He complained, but couldn't help but pay more attention, trying to crack the core logic of these runes.
Suddenly, a short alarm sounded from the light screen. A red light flashed on the screen, and a line of prompts popped up:
"Abnormal psychic energy diffusion, warning: operating environment is contaminated."
Xiang Fan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes showed a hint of surprise: "It can also pollute the environment? This thing is a biological weapon from the Rune Realm, right?"
He quickly manipulated the screen, locking the abnormal rune into a temporary space and simultaneously cutting off its diffusion path, muttering, "As expected, this thing I picked up from Elder Yin's mecha class is quite interesting. However... could this thing be related to the sect's recent formation problems?"
Xiang Fan glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, and curled his lips slightly: "Forget it, never mind, let's figure this thing out first."
On the screen, the isolated rune chains continued to wriggle like struggling insects. Xiang Fan stared at them, his eyes filled with a desire to explore, and he vowed to himself, "I'm going to find out what exactly you are."
His fingers began to tap rapidly on the virtual keyboard again. The only light in the entire cave was the dim light of the psychic light screen and his occasional low laughter.
Inside the cave, Xiang Fan was concentrating on fiddling with the rune data in his hand when he suddenly heard footsteps. He looked up and saw Lu Qingli slowly walking in. As always, she was dressed in white, whiter than snow, and her aura was cool, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue.
Xiang Fan panicked immediately and quickly stood up, frantically picking up the clutter on the table. He called out in a panic, "Senior Sister Qingli, why are you here? Uh... It's a bit messy here, sit anywhere, sit anywhere!"
Lu Qingli glanced around the dilapidated little room. The roof leaked a bit, its repairs barely detailed. A pile of unfinished mecha parts lay in the corner, and the desk was cluttered with books on basic psychic theory—clearly the typical "psychic nerd" look. Her gaze paused for a moment, as if a complex thought had crossed her mind, but she ultimately said nothing and simply found a chair to sit down.
"There has been a problem with the sect's defensive formation recently." Lu Qingli went straight to the point, with a rare hint of fatigue in his voice.
Xiang Fan scratched his head subconsciously when he heard this: "There's a problem with the formation? Your father is a great cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, how can he not handle something like this?"
Lu Qingli nodded gently, a hint of worry between her brows. "Father has tried many methods, but the effect is minimal. Senior Brother Shen is also helpless. This problem may be related to the psychic network. Even the people in the Star Lord Mansion are investigating, but there has been no progress so far."
She paused here, her voice lowering a bit. "Actually, I don't know why I came to you... Maybe I just wanted to talk to someone. My father always told me not to worry, but I can see that he's under a lot of pressure."
Xiang Fan saw the exhaustion on her face, and something in his heart moved. He scratched his hair and said a little embarrassedly, "Senior Sister Qingli, someone like me can't be of much help. I don't even understand the principles of the sect's formations. I usually just like to dismantle mechas and other things. I don't have any real skills."
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