After Ye Tiandi returned to the Baixing Sect, his face was so gloomy that it looked like it was about to drip with water. He was silent all the way. He pushed open the door of the training room, casually threw the virtual mecha helmet to the ground, and kicked over the chair next to him in anger, sending wood chips flying with a harsh sound.
"How is this possible! How could I possibly lose?" Ye Tiandi's chest heaved violently, his face filled with resentment and anger. "Losing to those low-level mecha scum? This is simply impossible!"
The scenes in the secret realm replayed in his mind over and over again: the scene where Lu Qingli's sword pierced the shield accurately, Chu Yang's guerrilla mecha entangled his mecha like a loach, and the Qi training-level mecha that never showed its true colors - Xiang Fan's every move made him feel like a thorn in his throat.
"That shabby Qi training mecha... and that coward, how on earth did they do it?" Ye Tiandi gritted his teeth, his fists clenched until veins popped and his knuckles turned white. His pride was like a balloon pricked by a needle, deflated.
He walked to the communications station and confided his frustration and doubts to the Baixing Sect elders in charge of technological research. On the other side of the screen, several elders had varying expressions. One, with a frown on his face, quickly reviewed the trial data before calmly speaking, "Your mecha's psychic energy transmission circuit does have some flaws, which will cause performance degradation in high-intensity combat. We will immediately optimize it."
Another elder disagreed, saying coldly, "Simply optimizing the mecha isn't enough. The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect have clearly begun to catch up in mecha technology, especially the operator of the Qi training-level mecha. Our advantage is gradually being eroded. We must develop a completely new weapon system to completely close the gap."
The Chief Steward nodded calmly. "The data from this trial provides us with a solid foundation for research. We plan to redesign the psionic circuits and integrate multifunctional weapon modules. The new mecha will completely surpass existing standards, ensuring absolute dominance on the battlefield."
Ye Tiandi's eyes were gloomy and his tone was cold: "Elder, how long will these upgrades take?"
The Chief Elder confidently replied, "In a month, at most, your mecha will become invincible at its level. By then, those people from the Lingxiao Sect will have no chance of winning."
Ye Tiandi clenched his fists, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was filled with piercing hatred: "Very good. I lost face this time, and next time they will pay it back a hundredfold. Those clowns hiding in the shadows think they can defeat me with a few broken mechas. How naive."
He turned and walked to the window, gazing at the boundless starry sky. The night, in his eyes, became as cold as the abyss. He spoke slowly, as if swearing to the entire sky: "Lingxiao Sect, next time, I will make you fully understand that the power of technology is beyond the reach of a bunch of you losers. Your confidence, your pride, even the last shred of hope... I will personally destroy it."
Ye Tiandi curled up the corner of his mouth in a cold smile, and lowered his voice even more: "By then, I will stand at the top, and you won't even be able to catch up with my shadow."
On the sect's martial arts arena, Chu Yang stood in the center of the crowd, posing as if he were invincible, gesticulating and recounting his "glorious achievements" in the secret realm. His voice was resounding, and the smugness on his face threatened to spill out of the arena.
"You have no idea how terrifying the Golden Core Spirit Beasts in that secret realm are!" He waved his arms exaggeratedly, his eyes wide as copper bells. "The psychic energy shock alone can knock anyone to the ground, leaving them breathless! But what about me? I withstood it head-on, blew a sword into their heads, and easily took first place in the points!"
The disciples watching exclaimed in amazement. A new disciple opened his eyes wide and asked with admiration, "Brother, did you really blow his head off with one sword?"
Chu Yang sighed pretentiously, his hands clasped behind his back, and acted inscrutable. "That's talent, there's nothing I can do about it. Things like this are easy to say, but it's not something most people can do." He looked up, as if recalling the thrilling scene, and added, "The Star Lord himself praised me, saying that I'm the future star of the Lingxiao Sect!"
The crowd erupted in envy. Someone sighed, "No wonder Senior Brother took first place! He's truly the pride of the sect!" Another disciple couldn't help but ask, "I heard the prizes are generous. What goodies did Senior Brother take?"
Chu Yang waved his hand pretending to be modest: "Low-key, low-key. It's actually nothing. After all, I was able to get this ranking thanks to everyone's cooperation!" He said to be low-key, but the smile on his face betrayed him.
Meanwhile, Xiang Fan was quietly busy in his own courtyard. He stood in the middle of the yard, looking at the worn-out Qi training-level mecha, and remained silent for a long time.
"The energy storage should be okay," he muttered softly, reaching out to activate the mecha's energy receiving interface and slowly injecting spiritual power into it. The mecha's energy panel lit up slightly, and the progress bar slowly rose from 34.5% to 36%.
"Huh?" He was slightly startled, stroking his chin in thought, "It seems there's a little more today than usual... Could it be that the proportion of spiritual herbs in the food has increased recently?"
He didn't think much of it, simply considering it the fruit of his years of hard work. Sitting back at his desk, he flipped open an old book on mecha construction and began studying it intently. The sunlight shone on him, casting a quiet shadow.
"When I save enough spirit stones and repair it completely, maybe I can be of some help." He whispered to himself with a hint of expectation in his tone, but he was completely unaware that the fluctuations of his spiritual power had already quietly broken through the shackles of Qi training.
At the same time, undercurrents were surging within the Lingxiao Sect, and quarrels broke out one after another in the meeting hall of the sect's top leaders.
"The foundation of Lingxiao Sect is the way of cultivation, and mechas are just external objects! Relying on these unorthodox methods will only weaken the disciples' fundamental cultivation!" Shen Tianshu's master said coldly, his eyes full of disdain for mechas.
"Times have changed!" Another mecha-supporting elder slammed the table and retorted bluntly, "Can't you see the rise of the technological faction? The Baixing Sect is a case in point. If we remain complacent, we will only be eliminated!"
"You have deviated from the original intention of practicing! If you have lost your original heart, what is the point of talking about the great way!" The two sides argued endlessly and the atmosphere was tense.
Meanwhile, within the Baixing Sect's intelligence network, a shadowy figure stood high above Yunxuan Star, sneering down at the earth. His voice was low and sardonic, "Lingxiao Sect, this success was merely a fluke. I wonder how long you hypocritical traditionalists can hold out." A dangerous glint flickered in his gaze, as if quietly unveiling the prelude to some conspiracy.
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