I Transmigrated as the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, and I’ll Defy Heaven

“Useless. You can't even sense spiritual energy. How dare you call yourself a Lin?”

They kicked me into the demon beast forest, breaking seven of my bones. They had no idea that a fully equipped robot factory was hidden in my dantian: a 30,000-ton automated military factory from another world.

Three days later, I walked out of the forest astride a mech.

The inner sect senior brother who kicked me sneered. “Useless. What did you crawl out on?”

Behind me, the crimson targeting lights of thirty “Spirit Slayers” combat robots flashed on at once.

“This.”