The air in the repair shop is filled with the scorching smell of welded metal. Psychic-powered devices hum intermittently, and robotic arms swirl nimbly through the air, grabbing parts and placing them precisely in their designated locations. This is a world of sweat, oil, and rune engravings, where modern technology and the cultivation of immortality collide and blend, creating a unique atmosphere unique to Qixing Company.
Xiang Fan arrived at the workshop early in the morning, sweat streaming down his face as he carried a heavy psychic conduction board. Though the work was arduous, he relished it. A mecha, to him, was more than just a collection of metal parts; it was a marvel that fused the wisdom of immortal cultivation with modern technology. He loved studying the arrangement of each rune and listening to the subtle hum of psychic energy flowing through it. That sound was even more captivating than the sermons of the sect elders.
"Xiang kid, what's the problem with this psychic drive board?" Hong Feng stood in front of the wreckage of a half-dismantled mecha and casually pointed at a part that was flickering with faint light. His tone was casual, but it revealed a sense of test.
Xiang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, placed his palm on the surface of the component, and closed his eyes slightly, allowing his spiritual power to slowly seep in. He could sense subtle changes in the flow of spiritual energy. The fluctuations at certain nodes were noticeably disordered, and even several rune engravings had burned out, causing unstable energy transmission.
"It should be that a part of the spiritual energy conduction layer is burned out and needs to be reinforced." Xiang Fan opened his eyes and gave the answer calmly.
Hong Feng nodded with satisfaction, a rare smile on his face: "Not bad, you have good taste, you pass."
Zhao Shi, who was carrying a pile of spare parts, passed by and couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Old Hong, don't praise him too much. The little guy is only in the Qi training stage, and his spiritual power won't last long."
Xiang Fan scratched his head embarrassedly: "I, I will practice more."
Hong Feng snorted and patted Xiang Fan on the shoulder: "What's wrong with the Qi training stage? Technique is the key. Even foundation building cultivators may not understand this."
Zhao Shi waved his hands and grinned, "Okay, okay, you, Old Hong, have the most experience, okay?"
The people in the repair shop were already accustomed to Hong Feng's stubbornness, but they all knew that despite his tough talk, the veteran technician had a sharp eye. The newcomers he was willing to mentor were either exceptionally talented or willing to work hard.
In reality, Xiang Fan did receive "special care" from Hong Feng. Although he was only a young cultivator in the Qi Condensation stage, his dedication and passion for mechas impressed Hong Feng greatly. So, he personally took Xiang Fan through various complex maintenance tasks, teaching him many techniques that even Foundation Establishment cultivators might not master.
One day, a dilapidated medium-sized mecha was dragged into the workshop. Its psychic core had long been extinguished, and its internal wiring was in a mess, almost in a state of scrap. Hong Feng stood in front of the pile of parts, picked up a psychic driver, and handed it to Xiang Fan: "Boy, try to install it."
Xiang Fan took the parts and looked at the intricate wiring diagram inside the mecha, a look of hesitation on his face: "But, I haven't learned how to connect this type of wiring before..."
"Don't talk nonsense, just try it." Hong Feng interrupted him, his tone unquestionable, "To learn something, you can't just rely on books, you have to do it yourself!"
Xiang Fan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, squatted down, and carefully inspected the wiring inside the mecha. Repairing this large mecha was different from repairing ordinary psychic devices. Any wiring error could cause an energy short circuit, burning parts at best, or even causing an explosion at worst.
He tried hard to recall the rune arrangement rules he had learned earlier, carefully adjusting the wiring position. As time passed, the other workers in the workshop gathered around, watching with interest to see how far this "newcomer" could go.
Finally, Xiang Fan took a deep breath, confirmed everything was correct, and connected the driver securely to the main circuit. A moment later, the psychic core inside the mecha emitted a slight humming sound, the psychic circuit gradually recovered, and the drive system slowly started up. The damaged mecha actually trembled slightly, as if it had been given new life.
Hong Feng nodded with satisfaction, revealing a rare smile: "Not bad, you learn very quickly."
Zhao Shi came over and said with a smirk, "Old Hong, this set of techniques you taught is designed for Foundation Establishment cultivators, right? It's quite good that this kid can learn it at the Qi Condensation stage."
Hong Feng waved his hand and said firmly: "Qualification is not important, what matters is the effort."
Xiang Fan felt a surge of gratitude when he heard this. He had always heard, "If you don't have talent, there's no need to work hard," growing up. But today, someone finally told him that "hard work" was more important than talent.
He didn't say much, but instead focused on adjusting the circuits and restoring the entire system to a more stable state. He knew he still had a lot to learn, but at least this was a new beginning.
In the repair shop, psychic light flickered, machines roared, and everything proceeded in an orderly manner. And Xiang Fan gradually found his place in this world filled with the smell of motor oil.
The mecha repair shop was still bustling with activity. Every day's work felt like an endless cycle. The cacophony of sweat, oil, and the clashing of metals intertwined to form the main rhythm of Xiang Fan's life. Yet, he never tired of it.
Zhao Shi dragged a pile of psychic drive modules into the maintenance area, looking somewhat unhappy as he threw the parts heavily onto the workbench. "The quality of these parts is really poor. I don't think they can be repaired."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Fan walked over, squatted, and began rummaging through the pile of parts like he was panning for gold. His fingers tapped each module, letting his spiritual power seep in through his fingertips, carefully sensing the energy flow within. His lips curled up slightly, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Although these drivers are a bit damaged, quite a few can still be salvaged."
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