Chu Yang sighed and put on a pensive look. "You're right, but the mecha is not my own ability after all. Shen Tianshu can build his foundation on his own, that's a true cultivator. What about us? What if the mecha breaks down one day? Wouldn't that make us useless?"
Xiang Fan was silent for a while, then whispered, "Everyone has their own choices..."
At the same time, outside the Sutra Library, the disciples of the traditional school and the mecha school were arguing fiercely.
"What's a mecha? It's just some external object!" A traditional disciple said indifferently, "Without the mecha, what's the use of you mecha fanatics?"
The mecha faction's disciples immediately counterattacked: "At least we don't have to cultivate for decades to build a foundation! By the time you reach the foundation, I will have already swept the battlefield in a mecha!"
"What a joke! Cultivation relies on one's own accumulation and enlightenment. Once you lose your mechas, you will become a bunch of useless people!" The traditional disciples raised their voices.
"Then why doesn't Chen Tianshu dare to go to the virtual battlefield to compete with Baixing Sect? Doesn't he also rely on external objects to maintain his presence?" The disciples of the Mecha Sect were also not polite and opened fire with full force.
"Hmph! Are cultivation and a virtual battlefield the same concept? If you don't understand, just shut up!" the traditional disciple said angrily.
The quarrel between the two factions attracted more and more disciples to watch. Chu Yang happened to be passing by, overheard a few words, ran back and said to Xiang Fan excitedly, "I knew it, sooner or later, this mecha and traditional cultivation will clash, and today is the warm-up."
Xiang Fan frowned, watching the two factions arguing fiercely in the distance, his face flushed and his neck thick, and remained silent. He lowered his head and touched his notebook, then raised his eyes to look at the arguing figures, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
In the afternoon, Xiang Fan sat alone beside his dilapidated mecha, flipping through a notebook in one hand and fiddling with its psychic circuits with a repair tool in the other. His gaze occasionally flicked toward the disciples still arguing in the distance, his brow furrowed slightly.
"Is it true that traditional cultivation and mechas can't coexist?" he muttered softly, fiddling with the parts in his hand. His mind flashed back to the calmness of the elder who taught him about traditional foundation-building, and also to the exhilaration of piloting a mecha across a virtual battlefield.
"Perhaps, one day I can prove to them that cultivation and mecha can be combined into a more powerful force." He lowered his head and carefully wrote a line in his notebook: The psychic circuit optimization experiment is continuing.
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