The dim light of early morning filtered through the window, casting a shadow on the battered mecha in the courtyard. Xiang Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking at it, feeling both helpless and a bit unwilling. "They say a mecha is a cultivator's second life, but my life is so miserable."
He patted the mecha's shell, as if comforting an elderly man who had been ill for a long time: "We must stand up today!"
Xiang Fan gently pressed his hand on the interface of the energy cabin, and slowly injected spiritual power. Accompanied by a low hum, the core of the mecha actually lit up with a blue light.
"It's on! It's really on!" Xiang Fan clapped his hands, nearly falling off the ladder. He climbed into the cockpit and activated the control panel. The screen slowly lit up, revealing a line of distorted text: "System recovery complete, core energy 20%."
"Okay, even though the battery is only at 20%, it's still better than being in a 'vegetative state'." Xiang Fan sighed and pulled the handle, trying to make the mecha move.
However, the mecha raised its right arm as stiffly as an old man in the late stage of arthritis. After taking a few steps, its left knee joint suddenly made a harsh metal friction sound, and the mecha shook violently and almost fell down.
"Goodness me, this isn't just standing up, this is dancing disco right after learning to walk." Xiang Fan hurriedly stopped operating and climbed out of the cockpit to check the situation. He squatted on the ground, looking at the aging psychic transmission lines at the joints, frowning and saying, "If this were put on the battlefield, it would probably fall apart before it even got hit."
He picked up the toolbox and wrote down the problems while laughing at himself: "Repairing the transmission line, replacing the energy interface... We are not repairing the mecha, we are saving a disabled old man."
After more than an hour of repairs, Xiang Fan finally got the mech to stand firmly. He looked at this old mech, feeling relieved: "At least it can move now."
He gently patted the mecha's shell and whispered, "Don't worry, I will repair you bit by bit. When that day comes, you will stand in front of everyone like those gorgeous foundation-building mechas."
The sunlight shone on the mecha, as if giving this scarred old machine a shimmer of light. Xiang Fan stood by the cockpit, looking at the rising sun in the sky, a smile on his face. "Maybe... I can really catch up with others."
Back inside, Xiang Fan pulled a yellowed blueprint from a cabinet. He'd stumbled upon it at a flea market, and it was covered in intricate energy circuits and runic symbols. He stared at the densely packed designs, frowning, "What kind of design is this? It looks like the core of a foundation-building mecha, but not quite."
He flipped open the "Basic Psionic Structure Diagram" beside him and tried to decipher the runes. But the wiring on the diagram was ridiculously complex, and it didn't match the structure of a normal psionic core at all. He held his forehead and smiled bitterly, "Is this an alien textbook? I've been reading for a long time and still have no clue."
He decided to try his luck at the sect's scripture library, perhaps there would be an answer there.
In the Sutra Library, Xiang Fan flipped through countless tomes, from "Elementary Psychic Structure" to "Detailed Explanation of the Foundation Psychic Core," nearly drowning him in the piles. But he couldn't find any clues that matched the blueprints.
"These books are such a waste of time!" he complained, leaning against a pile of books. "The markings on the blueprints don't even fall within the scope of these books. Could they really be... something from outer space?"
He looked at the blueprint in his hand, lost in thought. Suddenly, an idea struck him: "Perhaps this isn't just an ordinary energy core, but some kind of higher-level design..."
Unfortunately, this thought didn't last long before his rumbling stomach interrupted it. Xiang Fan held his forehead and sighed, "Forget it, I should go eat something first. No matter how big my dream of building a mecha is, I have to fill my stomach first."
"Hey, little brother!" Chu Yang's voice was like a resounding slap in the face, frightening Xiang Fan, who was immersed in his research, so much so that he almost threw the blueprint in his hand. He looked up and saw Chu Yang smiling and shaking a bag of spiritual fruits in his hand, like a monkey who had just picked fruit from a tree.
"Why are you here again?" Xiang Fan sighed helplessly and quickly closed the drawing.
"That's right, aren't we brothers?" Chu Yang said seriously, "But seriously, the way you were nervous just now, there must be something fishy! Let me, a genius, help you identify it, maybe I can even give you some inspiration." As he spoke, he chewed the spiritual fruit and stretched out his claws to grab it.
"No, no, no!" Xiang Fan quickly protected the blueprint, nervous as if he were protecting his beloved. "You can't understand this, so don't make things worse."
"Tsk tsk, how stingy!" Chu Yang reluctantly retracted his hand, but continued talking, "I get it, you must be working on some earth-shattering invention, but you don't even dare let me see it. Are you planning to give me a piece of the pie when it becomes successful in the future?"
"Share the pie? If this thing really works, I'll just treat you to a full banquet!" Xiang Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "But the problem is, I can hardly even understand it."
"You don't understand? Then what are you still researching?" Chu Yang rolled his eyes and bit off half of the spiritual fruit. "Hey, little brother, your academic attitude is not good. To invent something, you need to seek help from professionals, like a genius like me."
Xiang Fan didn't bother to pay attention to him, thinking silently in his heart: "If I really rely on a genius like you, I'll probably have to burn the blueprints to keep warm."
That evening, Xiang Fan returned to his courtyard and unfolded the blueprint again. In the dim candlelight, the complex and obscure psychic circuits came into view, a tangled mess that blocked his mind. He stared at them for a long time, almost suspecting that there was something wrong with his eyesight.
"No, the books in the Sutra Library are useless. Maybe I can find some clues in the virtual network." Xiang Fan thought secretly, then put on a virtual helmet and entered the virtual market of the spiritual battlefield.
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