Chu Yang dragged Xiang Fan all the way to the dining hall, muttering non-stop, "Xiang Fan, you've heard of Ye Tiandi, right? He's the genius from the Baixing Sect. He's been causing chaos in the sect these past few days!"
Xiang Fan shook his head and said calmly, "I only know that he is very strong, but I don't know anything else."
Chu Yang immediately put on an air of being knowledgeable, curled his lips, and spoke in an exaggerated tone like a dramatic spirit: "Strong? That's not just ordinary strong! Do you know what kind of person he was before? He was just a useless piece of shit that our Lingxiao Sect rejected. He didn't even have any spiritual roots and couldn't cultivate at all!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Xiang Fan's eyes: "And then?"
Chu Yang lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously, "Later, he was picked up by the Baixing Sect. Do you know how bold those techies were? They directly installed a mechanized core in him! Just like the energy core of a mecha, they completely replaced his Dantian! After installing it, he soared directly from the first level of Qi training to the early stages of foundation building. In less than a year, he reached the peak of foundation building. It's simply outrageous."
Xiang Fan frowned slightly. "Mechanized core? This... has no effect on him?"
Chu Yang snorted, shaking his hands and saying, "Who knows? But I heard that thing comes with a price. The elders of Lingxiao Sect didn't accept him because this thing goes against the Taoist orthodoxy and is too weird."
Chu Yang paused for a moment, then sighed, "But you have to admit, these people from the Baixing Sect are really brave! Ye Tiandi is also very capable. Although he was an experimental subject, he has now become a prominent figure in the world of immortal cultivation."
Xiang Fan asked in a low voice, "Since he has already proven himself, why did he come back to challenge the sect? Didn't he already win in the past?"
Chu Yang rolled his eyes and chuckled, saying, "Little brother, you're still too naive. Have you ever heard the saying, 'Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't despise the young and poor!'" This kind of person must be harboring a strong desire to trample all those who once looked down on him under his feet.
Xiang Fan thought of the injured brothers and sisters in class today, and a complex look appeared in his eyes. He whispered, "But, those brothers and sisters didn't do anything wrong... His rejection from the sect wasn't decided by these disciples..."
Chu Yang smiled and patted Xiang Fan on the shoulder: "Alas, Xiao Fan, you are still too soft-hearted. Once some people become powerful, they don't care who is right or wrong. They just want everyone to remember them, even if it means using such extreme methods."
Xiang Fan remained silent, his head lowered as he followed Chu Yang into the dining hall. However, his thoughts were still lingering on Chu Yang's words. A blurry image emerged before his eyes: Ye Tiandi standing on the stage, coldly looking down at his fellow apprentices, who were nothing more than innocent pawns. He sighed softly, his eyes filled with an inexplicable melancholy.
The Lingxiao Sect's martial arts arena was packed, the disciples crammed together like spirit beasts in spring, each staring intently at the center of the arena. The mecha piloted by Emperor Ye Tian resembled a massive black steel beast, its surface radiating a cold light and emanating a suffocating sense of oppression. Across from him stood Han Qiubai, a leading figure among the Lingxiao Sect's fourth generation disciples. Though clutching a spirit sword, his expression betrayed a hint of unease.
At the referee's command, Ye Tiandi's mecha instantly transformed into a dark shadow and pounced on Han Qiubai. With a loud bang, Han Qiubai's mecha was sent flying, tumbling three times before coming to rest. Ye Tiandi sneered, unsheathed his energy lightsaber, and with one smooth, precise movement, stabbed the core of Han Qiubai's mecha, sending a sharp, metallic crackling sound echoing through the air.
There was a dead silence in the audience, and then the noise broke out like a boiling pot.
"Senior Brother Han can't even block one move?"
“Is this still a human?”
"Did Senior Brother Han not eat today?"
The referee loudly announced: "Ye Tiandi wins!" Ye Tiandi didn't even glance at Han Qiubai. He glanced coldly at the entire audience, his tone as calm as if he was asking about the weather: "Who else?"
Several exasperated third-generation disciples charged forward, only to be beaten so hard that even their mechas flashed red lights. On the stage, Ye Tiandi's mecha swung his sword like a rainbow, his combos flowing like flowing water. His opponents? Their arms were either ripped off by a single sword strike, or reduced to charred iron by psychic cannons, before collapsing miserably at the edge of the stage, gasping for breath.
"What a bunch of trash." Ye Tiandi's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.
The Lingxiao Sect elders conferred and decided to send out their final contestant. Lu Qingli stepped onto the stage, instantly capturing everyone's attention. Her white robe fluttered in the wind, resembling a fairy descending to earth, yet her face held a cold, murderous intent. The radiant immortal armor she piloted gleamed in the sunlight, forming a stark contrast to Ye Tiandi's dark mecha.
The Liuguang Immortal Armor is the sect's own foundation-building mecha. Although the sect is not keen on mechas, it still followed the trend and purchased a foundation-building mecha. It also asked the modification engineer to configure it with extremely high output power. Lu Qingli's mecha was scrapped in the last battle, so this time he had to use the sect's mecha to fight.
"Senior sister is on the stage, there is hope now!" The disciples whispered.
"I hope it can last longer." The senior brother beside him sighed helplessly.
Lu Qingli remained calm as she transformed her mecha into a stream of light, charging towards Ye Tiandi. Sword shadows cascaded down like a silver waterfall. Ye Tiandi sneered and raised his hand, a psychic shield appearing. The attack from the Flowing Light Immortal Armor was easily blocked by the shield, not even the lines on the shield were shaken.
"That's it?" Ye Tiandi lazily counterattacked, swung his energy sword violently, and it flew past the edge of Lu Qingli's mecha. The disciples in the audience couldn't help but gasp.
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