Mecha, Mechanic, Starship, Star Field

1 血 Blood and Knives: Star Wars Storm Ayu Ayu Ah Ah YuSci-Fi & Apocalypse2.1M WordsCompleted 24.6kReads8.0Score3.3kShelves

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This, this, looks great [Sparrow Food Masterpiece]

2 从 From Launching Mechas to the Star Sea Fleet, I Rule the Stars Imperial CavalrySci-Fi & Apocalypse2.1M WordsCompleted 49.6kReads9.1Score5.3kShelves

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The books are still new, but the author is quite prolific. One of them has been completed, and the quality is guaranteed.

3 星 Starry Sky Warrior: My Mecha Era Mi Shen Is CheatingSci-Fi & Apocalypse884k WordsCompleted 11.2kReads9.0Score1.1kShelves

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In the interstellar age, everyone else is following the genetic evolution route. He went his own way, overtaking in corners and focusing on mechas. The mechanic's path to becoming a god.

4 机 Mecha Throne Curly Hair Is JusticeSci-Fi & Apocalypse3.9M WordsCompleted 9kReads8.5Score897Shelves

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The first book I read to the end

10 机 Mecha: the School Belle's Mecha Engine Was Dismantled at the Beginning April Is Not Like When I CameSci-Fi & Apocalypse2.7M WordsOngoing 41.2kReads8.8Score4kShelves

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I was put off by the name, but the plot was okay

11 机 At the Beginning of the Mecha, I Was Picked up and Taken Home by the Beautiful Senior Sister! Then Eat a PeachSci-Fi & Apocalypse269k WordsCompleted 43Reads—Score—Shelves

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(Time Travel + Mecha + Single Female Protagonist + Interstellar + Slow Heat) When the boundary between the modern world and ancient legends is broken, they are no longer words in ancient books, but actually appear in real life. Those forgotten ancient legends will be revived, and the fate between humans and alien beasts will also be rewritten. The test questions of the era have been listed, and humans' answers are being written. Is this the best era? No! But we can still dance with it, contend with it, face it, break through it, and shout! When the engine of the times is roaring, when the fighting spirit in the body is burning. When the storm of the last days is raging, when the haze of darkness is shrouding. We will eventually break through the darkness! Everything that blocks the light is fuel. Dawn does not depend on God - we are the sunrise! We will finally usher in - dawn

12 钢 World of Steel: Core Machine Zi Ling XiaoshuaiSci-Fi & Apocalypse1.0M WordsOngoing 5.7kReads8.2Score707Shelves

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Self-recommended, absolutely original and serious machine warfare article [laughing]

13 星 Star-Lord No Blank SpaceSci-Fi & Apocalypse442k WordsCompleted 31Reads—Score—Shelves

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Here you go, a good article about mecha combat. The protagonist Chen Xian has been passionate about three-dimensional Go since he was a child, likes to study and modify machinery, and has a deep understanding of mechas.

14 天 Genius? Evildoer? No, It's the Liver Emperor The Mountains and the SeaUrban2.3M WordsCompleted 251.1kReads9.3Score29.1kShelves

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Good looking hahahahaha

15 弃 Abandoned Star Survival: the Same Garbage Is Synthesized into New Equipment Wang ZijiSci-Fi & Apocalypse3.1M WordsCompleted 108.1kReads9.1Score14.3kShelves

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There are only so many bookshelves

24 终 In the Final Sea of ​​​​Stars, I Will Use the Mecha to Hug My Sister and Kill Her Ice Orange Handsome StyleSci-Fi & Apocalypse301k WordsOngoing 26Reads—Score—Shelves

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Very good-looking, Gongwen after the mecha, Apocalyptic Star Sea, Gundam, Invincible

25 魔 Magic Mecha War? No, the Torrent of Steel! Watching the Maple Snow QuietlyEastern Fantasy2.8M WordsCompleted 25.1kReads9.2Score3kShelves

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This one is pretty good. Is it magic to defeat magic? It's a torrent of steel, crushed by the strength of mechas

26 舰 Ship Girl? I Can't Afford It, I Really Can't Afford It! A Foreigner Who Loves Catfish HotpotSci-Fi & Apocalypse415k WordsCompleted 3.9kReads8.1Score500Shelves

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You can take a look at this

28 星 Xinghai Ship Girl: My Talent Is to Add Points Snow Moon Thousand ShadowsSci-Fi & Apocalypse2.3M WordsOngoing 16.6kReads7.6Score1.7kShelves

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Ship Girl + Interstellar, the author's data is also very good. I see that the latest chapter does not have any poisonous points. I hope everyone will not be frightened by his score. In my mind, it is 9.3 Points, so you can take a look.

29 这 This Mecha Trash Guy Is a Bit Abstract Like Rice Moss FlowerSci-Fi & Apocalypse519k WordsCompleted 172Reads6.3Score—Shelves

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These books should do the trick. All are considered mecha types. Because I haven't read it carefully, I don't know if there are any updates or other poisonous points. If so, please forgive me [awkward laugh][smile] Book 1: Everyone is proud of luxurious mechas. The protagonist builds a mecha out of garbage

39 晶 Jingwu Era Chaotic War Long ShaofeiSci-Fi & Apocalypse457k WordsCompleted 8Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Inspired by "Tiberium Ore" [core highlights]: superpowers + optical brain-assisted mortal system + oriental poetic mecha + crystallized survival countdown. Refuse to be carefree, only hard-core romance that lives towards death.

40 造 The Creator's Taboo XiujiSci-Fi & Apocalypse1.1M WordsCompleted 5.5kReads9.0Score574Shelves

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A cosmic masterpiece, the first chapter is a big scene

41 个 Personal Technology Turn over to SleepUrban681k WordsCompleted 83Reads—Score—Shelves

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This is not a mecha, but a robotic android with a deformable battleship.

42 星 Nebula Wars Xiaosheng Goes on a Blind DateSci-Fi & Apocalypse1.4M WordsCompleted 1kReads7.6Score143Shelves

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This could have been a starry sky battlefield, a mecha battle.

43 开 Start a Fleet and Let Me Occupy My Own Planet? Witch IrenaSci-Fi & Apocalypse2.2M WordsOngoing 30.1kReads8.2Score2.6kShelves

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+1 Fast pace

46 我 I Took the Mecha and Entered the World of Cultivation One Thought Has No PermanenceSci-Fi & Apocalypse328k WordsOngoing 10Reads—Score—Shelves

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Recommend! Mecha immortal cultivation style!

47 支 Operation Fulcrum: ZERO Relax 660Sci-Fi & Apocalypse255k WordsOngoing 23Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It focuses on tactical confrontation and intelligence espionage. There is no system for time travel and rebirth, and a realistic world view setting.

48 修 Building a Hammer Fairy Mecha Is the Truth Fuer Who Likes BianzhuEastern Fantasy175k WordsOngoing 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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Chapter 11: The sect is afraid and secretly suppresses the Qingyun Sect and the Internal Affairs Hall. Before the morning fog had cleared, Lu Chuan stood in front of the resource distribution window. The outer deacon on duty was named Zhou. He was a middle-aged monk in his forties, with a third-level cultivation. He had spent most of his life in the sect to get such a good job. He always looked like a nice guy with a smile to everyone he met. But today, when Deacon Zhou saw Lu Chuan, the smile on his face visibly stiffened. "Master Nephew Lu." Deacon Zhou lowered his head and turned over the roster of jade slips in his hand. His tone was a little unnatural, "The resources for this month... Well, your share of spiritual stones and elixirs are not available for the time being." Lu Chuan frowned slightly: "Why?" "As mentioned above, you have some problems with the direction of your practice recently, and you need to re-evaluate your practice progress." Deacon Zhou closed the jade slip, glanced at Lu Chuan with a twinkling look, and lowered his voice, "Master nephew, I'm not talking about you, what kind of machine is that? Puppetry... Sigh, there are a lot of people talking about it in the sect. Some elders think this thing is nondescript and not the orthodox way of our Qingyun Sect. You should listen to my advice and put that thing down as soon as possible and practice this skill honestly. It's better than anything else." Lu Chuan said nothing. He has been in the outer sect of Qingyun Sect for three years, and his qualifications are not very good. His foundation of three spiritual roots can only be ranked in the middle and lower reaches among tens of thousands of outer sect disciples. If he hadn't accidentally awakened the memory of mechanical engineering from his previous life and found a new way to combine it with the weapon refining techniques of this world, he might still be struggling at the fifth and sixth levels of Qi refining. Now he is at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining and is only one step away from building a foundation. He relies on the mechanical puppet technique that is regarded as "heresy" by the elders of the sect. "Deacon Zhou," Lu Chuan's voice was calm, "I still have 3,700 sect points from last month, which is enough to exchange for three months of training resources. If the spiritual stones are not issued this month, then I can always redeem them with points, right?" Deacon Zhou sighed, swiped his fingers in the void a few times, and called up the magic circle for point inquiry. A line of numbers popped up on the light screen. Deacon Zhou glanced at it and his expression became even weirder. "Nephew Lu, your sect points... Have been frozen." "What's the reason?" "The system shows 'cultivation direction pending review'." Deacon Zhou turned the light curtain to Lu Chuan to see, "This is an order personally issued by the elder of the Internal Affairs Hall. I have no authority to unfreeze it. Nephew, who have you offended?" Lu Chuan's eyes stayed on the light screen for a moment, then turned and left the Internal Affairs Hall. He didn't get angry or question him, because he knew very well that no matter how much he talked to Deacon Zhou, it would be useless. A small outer deacon is nothing more than a tool to execute orders. The ones who really want to suppress him are those people who stand at the top of the Qingyun Sect's power. Walking out of the door of the Internal Affairs Hall, the early morning sunlight made Lu Chuan squint slightly. He took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions surging in his chest. It doesn't matter, resources will be deducted and points will be frozen. He has already expected these. From the moment he used a Qi-refining-level mechanical battle armor to challenge the inner disciples on the second floor of the foundation without falling behind in the sect's little competition last month, he knew that this day would come sooner or later. The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade. What's more, his mechanical skills are simply incompatible in this sect that claims to be orthodox in the immortal way. Returning to the courtyard where the outer disciples lived, Lu Chuan pushed open his simple stone room. The interior furnishings are simple, with a stone bed, a wooden table, and various metal parts and semi-finished mechanical components stacked against the wall. The most eye-catching thing is the two-meter-tall mechanical battle armor in the corner. The entire body is made of black iron mixed with spiritual copper, and the joints are inlaid with micro formations driven by low-level spiritual stones. The overall appearance presents an industrial aesthetic that is incompatible with this world. Lu Chuan sat down at the table and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously. He is thinking. When the resources are gone, he can find ways to obtain them from other channels. If the sect does not give him spiritual stone pills, he can take on casual cultivating tasks from the outside world, or he can use mechanical puppets to hunt monsters in exchange for materials. The points are frozen, and he can use actual combat experience to make up for the drop in practice speed. What really made him wary was the signal sent by the sect. Freezing points and depriving resources are all explicit methods, the purpose is to force him to bow his head and admit his mistakes, give up mechanical skills and return to the so-called "orthodox practice". But what if he refuses to bow? What's next? Lu Chuan's fingers stopped. He remembered an incident three days ago. That day when he came back from the weapon refining hall and passed by the outer disciples' martial arts field, he met the inner disciple Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian is the direct disciple of Liu Yuanhua, the elder of the inner sect. He has a fourth level of foundation cultivation and is quite famous among the younger generation. At that time, Zhao Qian led several inner disciples to block his way, and said some strange words in a contemptuous tone, to the effect that his mechanical skills were heresy, and he advised him not to make mistakes. Lu Chuan ignored them and walked around them. But looking back now, I'm afraid it was not a chance encounter, but a trial. The appearance of Zhao Qian means that the attitude of some people in the inner sect towards him has changed from indifference to hostility. The elder Liu Yuanhua behind Zhao Qian was one of the powerful people in the Internal Affairs Hall, the one who froze his points. "The person who came here is not a good person." Lu Chuan whispered to himself. He stood up, walked to the mechanical armor in the corner, reached out and patted the cold breastplate of the armor. This armor, which he named "Iron Guard No. 1", Is his most proud work so far. The driving core of the Qi refining level can erupt with combat power comparable to that of the middle stage of foundation building, relying on the precise mechanical structure and formation superposition effect. This kind of technical thinking is unprecedented in this world, and it is precisely because of this that it causes uneasiness among the top leaders of the sect. What they are afraid of is not the armor itself, but the possibility represented behind the armor - if mechanical puppets can be mass-produced, and if ordinary disciples can rely on machines to leapfrog battles, then the sect's thousands of years of practice system will be fundamentally shaken. Spiritual root qualifications, cultivation talents, master-disciple inheritance, these things that maintain the hierarchical order of the sect will become less important in the face of mechanical arts. This is what they are really afraid of. Lu Chuan retracted his hand, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. It's easy to suppress him alone, but it's not that simple to kill a technology. In the next few days, the sect's suppression of him continued to intensify. The first is the restriction on the practice location. The outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect could have used their points to exchange for time in a training room with abundant spiritual energy, but after Lu Chuan's points were frozen, he couldn't even enter the lowest yellow-level training room. When the deacon in charge of managing the training room saw him coming, he waved his hand and said there was no appointment record for him in the system and asked him to go back and wait. Then there is the access authority over the mission hall. In addition to practicing, outer sect disciples can obtain additional training resources by completing sect tasks. But when Lu Chuan went to the task hall to check, he found that his permission to receive tasks had been reduced to the lowest level. He could only accept some low-paying chore tasks. Those tasks of hunting monsters and collecting elixirs that paid well were not visible in his account at all. Even the canteen began to treat them differently. A small amount of spiritual grain and spiritual spring water were originally added to the meals of the outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect. Long-term consumption would have a slight benefit to their cultivation. But when he arrived at Lu Chuan, the look in the eyes of the handyman disciple who was responsible for cooking changed when he looked at him. The food given to him was exactly the same as that of the lowest servants, and he could not feel even a trace of spiritual energy. All kinds of methods have only one purpose: to make it difficult for him to live and force him to bow his head. But Lu Chuan's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. He made no protest, no grievance, or even any public display of dissatisfaction. He acted as if nothing had happened, practicing as usual every day and studying his mechanical skills as usual. Since he couldn't get into the training room, he practiced in his own stone room. If his spiritual energy was thin, he would spend more time polishing the foundation. If he couldn't accept the mission, he would not accept the mission and concentrate on improving his mechanical armor. This silence made those who secretly observed him confused. In the courtyard of the outer disciples, there lived a young man named Chen Ping next to Lu Chuan's stone room. Chen Ping was at the sixth level of Qi Refining and entered the sect at the same time as Lu Chuan three years ago. The relationship between the two was not very good, but they were neighbors after all and they would exchange a few words with each other on weekdays. That evening, Chen Ping came back from outside and saw Lu Chuan squatting in the yard playing with a pile of metal parts, and couldn't help but walk over. "Brother Lu," Chen Ping squatted down next to Lu Chuan and said in a low voice, "I heard something in the mission hall today, and it didn't feel right." Lu Chuan's hands didn't stop moving: "What words?" "A few inner disciples are saying that you may be in trouble during the end-of-month assessment this month." Chen Ping hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke out. "They said that the assessment elders have received instructions from above to strictly check your practice progress. If it is found that your major skills are not progressing enough, you may be demoted to the miscellaneous service courtyard." The outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect have a monthly cultivation assessment. If they fail the assessment for three consecutive months, they will be demoted to a handyman disciple, lose the ration of cultivation resources, and can only do the lowest level of manual labor. Once you embark on this path, it is basically equivalent to cutting off the path of cultivation. Lu Chuan finally stopped what he was doing and looked up at Chen Ping: "Who asked you to tell me this?" Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No one asked me to come, I just think... They went too far. Your mechanical puppetry is obviously very powerful. We all saw it last time in the sect's competition, so why do you say it's evil?" "Thank you." Lu Chuan nodded in a calm tone, "But you should avoid getting too close to me in the future. It will not be good for you." Chen Ping opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he sighed, got up and returned to his stone room. Lu Chuan looked at his back with deep eyes. Chen Ping had good intentions, but what he didn't know was that at this juncture, anyone who was close to him might be implicated. The will of the sect's top leaders is like a big mountain. Let alone a small outer disciple, even those inner disciples in the foundation building period are nothing more than ants in the face of the general trend. However, the news brought by Chen Ping is indeed worthy of attention. There will be an assessment at the end of the month to strictly check the progress of cultivation. Lu Chuan's main skill is Qingyun Sect's "Qingyun Jue". This skill is peaceful and peaceful. It is the basic skill for the disciples of the sect. It is not fast in practice, but it has a solid foundation. Lu Chuan has been practicing step by step for the past three years. He is currently at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining, and is only one step away from building the foundation. Logically speaking, this progress is considered good among the outer disciples, but if the assessment elders are deliberately looking for trouble, they can always find a reason. What's more, Lu Chuan knew in his heart that in recent months, in order to study mechanical skills, he had indeed invested less time in the practice of "Qingyun Jue" than before. If assessed strictly according to the sect's standards, his progress in major exercises may indeed not reach the "excellent" standard. This is the other party's purpose. They don't need to directly tell him that he can't do it, they just need to put pressure on his weakest link so that he can't support himself. Lu Chuan stood up, put the metal parts in his hands back into the tool box, and walked into the stone room. He came to the workbench and took out a jade slip from the drawer. This jade slip is a cultivation system that he deduced by himself after spending three months and referring to the characteristics of seventeen different exercises. The biggest feature of this system is that it can complement the mechanical arts, using mechanical puppets to assist training, so that the training can feed back the mechanical arts. He named this set of exercises "Jiyuan Zhenjie". But the problem is that this set of exercises is not the inheritance of Qingyun Sect. If he practices this set of skills publicly, then under the sect's assessment system, his progress in "Qingyun Jue" will inevitably stagnate or even regress. When the time comes when he fails the assessment and is demoted to a handyman, he will play into the opponent's hands. If he gives up the "True Solution to the Origin of Machinery" and devotes all his energy to practicing "Qingyun Jue" in order to pass the examination, then his mechanical research will inevitably slow down, which is also the result that the other party wants to see. This is a dilemma. Lu Chuan held the jade slip and fell into deep thought. Three days later, the end-of-month assessment came as scheduled. The assessment took place at the outer sect's martial arts arena. The person in charge of the assessment was an elder deacon named Sun from the Internal Affairs Hall. His cultivation was in the later stages of foundation building, and he had a Chinese-character face that showed no anger or authority. On his left and right sides, there were several inner disciples, including Zhao Qian. When Lu Chuan arrived, hundreds of outer disciples had already gathered at the martial arts arena. The assessment is conducted sequentially according to the number. Everyone must demonstrate their major skills and cultivation on the spot, and the grade will be assessed by Elder Sun. Those who pass will continue to stay at the outer gate, and those who excel will have the opportunity to receive additional resource rewards. Those who fail will be recorded. Those who fail three consecutive times will be demoted to handymen. Lu Chuan was in the middle of the queue, and the surrounding outer disciples subconsciously distanced themselves when they saw him. Although the sect's suppression has not been made public in the past few days, well-informed people have more or less heard some rumors. No one wants to have anything to do with Lu Chuan at this time. "Lu Chuan." Elder Sun read his name. Lu Chuan walked out of the crowd and came to the assessment table. Elder Sun looked at him expressionlessly, with scrutiny and a hint of coldness in his eyes. Zhao Qian, who was standing aside, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the gloating in his eyes was barely concealed. "Show your Qingyun Jue cultivation." Elder Sun's voice was devoid of any emotion. Lu Chuan took a deep breath and circulated the spiritual power in his body. A ray of light cyan light emerged from his palm, which was the unique aura of the "Qingyun Jue" when he reached the ninth level of Qi refining. The spiritual light is condensed and not dispersed, flowing slowly in the air, looking quite satisfactory. Elder Sun looked at it for a moment and frowned slightly: "The foundation of your "Qingyun Jue" is frivolous and the spiritual light is scattered but not condensed. It is obviously caused by the recent neglect of practice. According to the sect's assessment standards, the assessment is-" "Wait a minute." Lu Chuan suddenly interrupted Elder Sun's words. Elder Sun's face darkened: "Lu Chuan, you are not allowed to speak without authorization during the assessment. You..." "Elder Sun," Lu Chuan's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the entire martial arts arena, "May I ask what the sect's assessment standards are?" "Of course it is to assess the disciples' training progress and combat effectiveness." Elder Sun said coldly. "Okay." Lu Chuan put away the spiritual light in his palm, took two steps back, and raised his hand to point to Zhao Qian, who was standing next to Elder Sun. "Since we want to test the combat effectiveness, let's ask Brother Zhao Qian to give me some advice. If I lose, there is no need to judge. I will apply to be demoted to a handyman." As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar. Zhao Qian was an inner disciple at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, and Lu Chuan was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. There was more than a whole realm between them. This challenge seems to everyone to be suicidal. Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment, then laughed, his smile full of sarcasm: "Lu Chuan, are you sure?" "Sure." Lu Chuan's tone was as calm as if he was talking about a trivial matter. Elder Sun stared at Lu Chuan for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered: "Okay, since you asked for it, I will grant it to you. Zhao Qian, you will go through two moves with him, and be careful not to kill him." "Disciple understands." Zhao Qian flexed his wrist, walked down from the examination table, and stood ten steps away from Lu Chuan, "Junior brother Lu, you have no eyes for fists and kicks, if you have to admit defeat now, it's still too late." Lu Chuan did not respond to his provocation, but raised his right hand and lightly pressed on a metal bracelet on his left wrist. A flash of light flashed from the bracelet. The next moment, the ground of the martial arts arena shook slightly, and a heavy metal roar came from a distance. Everyone looked around and saw a two-meter-tall steel giant walking with heavy steps from the direction of the courtyard. Every step it took made the ground tremble. The body made of black iron reflected a cold luster in the sun, and the miniature formations at the joints shone with light blue light. "Iron Guard One," Lu Chuan said softly, as if speaking to an old friend, "show them your strength." The eyes of the mechanical armor suddenly lit up with a crimson light, and it accelerated suddenly. Its huge body burst out at a speed completely disproportionate to its size, and rushed towards Zhao Qian like a discharged cannonball. Zhao Qian's expression changed instantly. He didn't have time to think too much, he formed seals with his hands, and a flame shield formed in front of him. At the same time, the foundation-building spiritual power in his body exploded, and he retreated sharply, trying to distance himself. But the speed of Iron Guard 1 was far beyond his expectation. The steel giant suddenly jumped up when it was still three steps away from the flame shield. Three half-meter-long metal blades popped out of the mechanical structure of its right arm, slashing them down with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain. The miniature spell-breaking array engraved on the sharp blade erupted with dazzling white light the moment it hit the flame shield, and the foundation-building shield that Zhao Qian was proud of was torn apart like paper. "What -" Zhao Qian's pupils shrank suddenly and he hastily pulled out a defensive weapon. It was a small bronze shield, which was strong in the wind, and instantly turned into a three-foot square shield in front of him. Iron Guard No. 1'S left fist struck at the same moment. Boom! There was a dull loud noise, and the small bronze shield was dented by the impact. The huge impact was transmitted to Zhao Qian through the shield surface, sending him flying seven or eight feet away, and fell heavily to the ground, with a mouthful of blood spurting from his mouth. The whole place was dead silent. From the beginning to the end of the battle, it only took three breaths. An inner sect disciple who was on the fourth level of Foundation Establishment was beaten until he vomited blood and flew backwards in just one encounter. The person who did all this was not Lu Chuan himself, but a mechanical puppet that he had built himself. Lu Chuan stood there with a calm expression, as if all this was expected by him. He raised his hand and pressed the metal bracelet on his wrist. The red light in Iron Guard No. 1'S eyes slowly extinguished and returned to its still state, like a silent steel sculpture standing in the center of the martial arts arena. "Elder Sun," Lu Chuan turned around and looked at the livid Elder Sun on the assessment table. "According to the sect's regulations, outer disciples who can leapfrog and defeat inner disciples will be directly assessed as special class. This rule should still count, right?" Elder Sun's hands trembled slightly in his sleeves, not because of fear, but because of anger. He stared at Lu Chuan, his eyes full of fear and murderous intent. This kid not only refused to bow his head, but also dared to slap him in the face in this way in front of so many people. Zhao Qian was an inner disciple whom he single-handedly promoted, but he was beaten like this by a puppet. If this news spread, where would he and the Internal Affairs Hall lose face? But rules are rules. In front of hundreds of outer sect disciples, he could not openly overturn the sect's assessment system that had been passed down for thousands of years. "Assessment - Special Class." Elder Sun squeezed out these two words through his teeth, then flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave. Zhao Qian was helped out of the martial arts arena. Before leaving, he looked back at Lu Chuan. The resentment in his eyes almost solidified. Lu Chuan knew that he had completely offended people from the Internal Affairs Department today, but he didn't care. From the moment the other party started to suppress him, there was no room for change between them. Rather than being passively beaten, it is better to take the initiative. Lu Chuan took back Iron Guard No. 1 And left the martial arts field under the complicated eyes of everyone. The whispers coming from behind came like a tide, some were amazed, some were in awe, and some were gloating that he didn't know how to live or die. But Lu Chuan ignored it. He knew that his behavior today was tantamount to provocation in the eyes of the senior leaders of the sect. But he had no choice. If he gave in during the assessment today and asked the other party to give him an unqualified rating, then the next step would be to suppress him continuously until he was completely trampled into the mud. Only by showing enough value and threat can the other party use a defensive weapon, or at least dare not use too low-level means to deal with him. However, this also means that the next storm will be more violent. Lu Chuan returned to his stone room and began to check the status of Iron Guard 1. Although the battle just now lasted only a few breaths, the consumption of the mechanical armor was not small. The impact structure of the left fist was somewhat deformed, and the sharp blade of the right arm also suffered a certain degree of thermal damage when it cut through the flame shield and needed to be repaired and strengthened. He took the tools out of the toolbox and began to disassemble the damaged parts of the Iron Guard. During this process, his mind kept replaying every detail of the previous battle. Zhao Qian's failure was partly because he underestimated the enemy, and partly because he was completely unfamiliar with the attack mode of the mechanical armor. But next time, the other party will not make the same mistake again. He needs to make Iron Guard 1 stronger. Lu Chuan's eyes fell on the jade slip on the workbench - "The True Explanation of the Origin of the Machine". The core idea of ​​this set of exercises is to deeply integrate the spiritual power of the practitioner with the mechanical structure to achieve a combat mode in which man and machine are integrated. If he could master this set of techniques, the combat effectiveness of Iron Guard One could be increased by at least 30%. But the problem is that practicing "Jiyuan Zhenjie" requires a lot of time and energy, and it is completely different from the cultivation system of "Qingyun Jue". If he changes his technique at this time, the assessment next month will inevitably reveal the fact that "Qingyun Jue" has deteriorated. At that time, the other party will have a legitimate reason to deal with him. Lu Chuan gently rubbed his fingers on the jade slip and fell into deep thought. At the same time, deep inside the inner gate of Qingyun Sect, in a cave filled with spiritual energy, several elders were having a secret conversation. Sitting on the main seat was an old man with white hair and beard, Liu Yuanhua, the chief elder of the Internal Affairs Hall. On his left and right sides sat two or three elders, all of whom held real power in the inner sect. Zhao Qian knelt down, his injuries had been treated, but his face was still pale. "Master, this disciple is incompetent and has brought shame to the Internal Affairs Hall." Zhao Qian lowered his head, his voice full of reluctance. Liu Yuanhua waved his hand: "Get up, it's not your problem. The strength of that puppet is indeed beyond our expectations." "Brother," an elder named Wang on the left said, "this Lu Chuan cannot be kept. What he did today is clearly a demonstration to us. If he is allowed to continue to develop, once his set of mechanical skills spreads among the sect, our Qingyun Sect's thousand-year-old practice system will be fundamentally impacted. By then, who else will be willing to practice hard for decades? Just go play with those scraps of metal!" "Junior brother Wang is right." Another elder agreed, "The cultivation of immortality is about step-by-step and accumulation. His mechanical skills may seem quick, but in fact he has taken a shortcut and is a heresy. What's more important is that once this kind of thing becomes popular and ordinary disciples can also have the ability to fight beyond the level, the original hierarchical order of the sect will be gone. The master-disciple inheritance system that we have spent hundreds of years to establish will be destroyed in one day." Liu Yuanhua remained silent, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest. The elders present all understand that Lu Chuan's problem has never been about the direction of cultivation, but about power. The foundation of Qingyun Sect's rule is based on the iron law that spiritual root qualification determines the upper limit of cultivation. Disciples with good talents were accepted as direct disciples by the elders of the inner sect, and received more training resources. Their cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and eventually they became the backbone of the sect. Disciples with poor talent will fend for themselves in the outer sect and will never succeed. Although this system is cruel, it is stable. For thousands of years, Qingyun Sect has relied on this system to maintain the operation of the sect. But now, Lu Chuan's mechanical skills broke this rule. An outer disciple with three spiritual roots can defeat an inner disciple with a fourth level of foundation building by relying on a mechanical puppet. This means that spiritual root qualifications are no longer the only factor that determines combat effectiveness. If this news spreads, what will the tens of thousands of disciples with mediocre qualifications in the outer sect think? Will they all follow Lu Chuan's example and give up their orthodox cultivation to study mechanical arts? Once a trend is formed, the foundation on which the inner sect elders rely to rule the sect will be shaken. "Everyone has seen the strength of that puppet." Liu Yuanhua finally spoke, his voice low and slow, "The driving core of Qi refining level can burst out the combat power of the middle stage of foundation establishment, and its reaction speed and defensive ability are far superior to monks of the same level. What does this mean? It means that if he is given enough materials and time, he may even create an army of puppets." There was silence in the cave. Liu Yuanhua continued: "What concerns me more is this kid's character. Resources have been deducted, points have been frozen, and the practice room has been banned. An ordinary disciple would have been panicked, but he acted like a normal person. Today, he set a trap in the assessment and forced Elder Sun to give him a special rating. This forbearance and scheming are more terrifying than his scraps." "Senior brother, what you mean is..." "In the sect competition at the end of the month," Liu Yuanhua's eyes flashed with a cold light, "according to convention, the outer disciples who have received special evaluations are eligible to participate in the inner sect selection competition. At that time, some of the inner sect disciples will naturally 'entertain' him well. On the ring, swords have no eyes, so it is normal for something to happen." The elders present exchanged glances, and they all understood what Liu Yuanhua meant. The sect competition is an annual grand event of Qingyun Sect. Through the competition, outer sect disciples can obtain the qualifications to be promoted to the inner sect. Lu Chuan received the special grade evaluation today and automatically qualified to participate in the inner-sect selection competition according to the rules. In the inner sect trials, his opponents will be the real inner sect elites, the strong ones in the middle or even late stages of foundation building. In a battle of that level, it couldn't be easier to "miss" and severely injure an outer disciple. "In addition," Liu Yuanhua added, "from now on, all the books and materials related to mechanical arts in the sect will be strictly checked. The supply of spiritual copper, black iron and other metal materials in the weapon refining hall to Lu Chuan will be cut off, and not a gram will be allowed to flow into his hands. Also, send someone to watch his every move and report to me any abnormality at any time." "Yes." All the elders agreed in unison. Zhao Qian raised his head, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Master, I request you to personally participate in the competition..." "You can't." Liu Yuanhua interrupted him directly, "You have already lost once today. If you lose again, the House of Internal Affairs will be completely embarrassed. I will arrange for others to do this. You go back and recover well, and write down every detail of today's battle. I want to know where the weakness of that puppet is." Zhao Qian gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, "Yes." As the night grew darker, a faint spiritual light still shone in Lu Chuan's stone chamber. He has completed the repair work of Iron Guard No. 1 And is sitting at the table reading the jade slip that records the "True Explanation of the Origin of the Machine". Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door. Lu Chuan immediately put away the jade slip and pressed his right hand calmly on the bracelet on his wrist. Iron Guard No. 1 Raised its head silently in the corner, the red light in its eyes lit up slightly, and entered the standby state. "Brother Lu, it's me." Chen Ping's low voice came from outside the door. Lu Chuan frowned, but got up and opened the door. Chen Ping ducked in like a thief and closed the door with his backhand, his face full of nervousness. "It's so late, what are you doing here?" Lu Chuan asked. Chen Ping took out a storage bag from his arms and stuffed it into Lu Chuan's hand: "Here are some spiritual stones and elixirs that I have saved over the years. It's not much, but it should last for a while." Lu Chuan looked down at the storage bag in his hand and was silent for a few seconds: "Do you know what you are doing?" "I know." Chen Ping's voice was trembling, but his eyes were firm, "Brother Lu, when I saw you defeat Zhao Qian in the martial arts field today, I felt very happy. Do you know, we outer disciples have been told since the day we entered the sect that if we don't have good spiritual roots, we will never get ahead. It took me three years of training to reach the sixth level of Qi Refining. I watched my well-qualified disciples one by one break through the foundation building and enter the inner gate. To be honest, I have almost given up." He paused and continued: "But your mechanical skills allowed me to see another path. If this path can be opened, then ordinary disciples like me can also have a future. So... So I don't want you to be suppressed like this." Lu Chuan looked at the young monk in front of him, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He had been a member of the sect for three years and had not interacted with many people and had always been a loner. Chen Ping was one of the few people he could say a few words to, but that was all. He didn't expect that this neighbor, who usually seemed a bit timid, would have the guts to help him in times of need. "I've accepted the things." Lu Chuan put the storage bag in his arms, "But from now on, don't come to me again. People from the Internal Affairs Hall are definitely watching me. If you get close to me, you will only cause trouble for yourself." Chen Ping nodded, turned to leave, and stopped again: "Brother Lu, will you participate in the sect competition at the end of the month?" "Yes." "Then... Be careful. I heard that someone at the inner gate has already spread the word, saying that they will destroy you in the ring." The corners of Lu Chuan's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold arc: "Let them come." After Chen Ping left, Lu Chuan sat back at the table. He poured out the contents of the storage bag, which contained more than thirty pieces of low-grade spirit stones and several bottles of spirit-gathering pills used during the Qi refining period. For his current situation, although this batch of resources is not much, it can indeed meet his urgent needs. He needs to break through to the foundation building stage as soon as possible. Only by successfully building the foundation can his spiritual power make a qualitative leap, drive more advanced mechanical puppets, and have the power to fight in the coming storm. To achieve this, it is not enough to rely on "Qingyun Jue" alone, he must practice "Jiyuan True Jie". Lu Chuan made a decision. He no longer dwells on the assessment at the end of the month. Since the sect has decided to suppress him, no matter how far he has mastered the "Qingyun Jue", the other party will be able to find reasons to deal with him. Instead of living in other people's rules, it's better to make your own way. He sat cross-legged, put the jade slip of "Jiyuan Zhenjie" on his forehead, and began to meditate on this self-created technique. The aura flickers on and off in the stone chamber, and Iron Guard No. 1 Stands quietly in the corner, like a loyal patron saint. Outside the stone chamber, the Qingyun Sect in the dark night was like a sleeping giant, with countless pairs of eyes staring at this inconspicuous stone chamber in the darkness. A storm is brewing, and Lu Chuan, who is at the center of the storm, is accumulating his own strength. Time passes day by day, and the sect competition at the end of the month is getting closer and closer. The atmosphere in Qingyun Sect has also become subtle. Everyone knows that something unusual will definitely happen in the upcoming competition. And Lu Chuan's stone chamber has never been opened since that night. No one knew what he was doing inside. Only the occasional metal knocking sound and low mechanical roar came from the stone chamber, reminding people outside that the madman inside was still continuing his research. On the seventh day, a strong wave of spiritual energy suddenly erupted in the stone chamber, and a pale golden light emerged from the gaps in the stone chamber, illuminating the night sky in the entire courtyard. The nearby disciples were awakened and looked in the direction of Lu Chuan in confusion. The steward of the courtyard hurried over, and just as he was about to knock on the door, the stone door was pushed open from inside. Lu Chuan walked out. The aura on his body was completely different from that of seven days ago. The original peak level of cultivation at the ninth level of Qi refining was gone, replaced by a deeper and more restrained power. If you sense it carefully, you will find that his spiritual power has undergone some strange changes - it is no longer the pure "Qingyun Jue" spiritual power, but a brand new, sharp aura with a metallic feel. The first level of "The True Explanation of Jiyuan" is completed. Lu Chuan raised his head and looked at the brightly lit peaks deep inside the inner gate, with a cold light shining in his eyes. He was waiting for the sect competition.

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Chapter 11: The sect is afraid and secretly suppresses the Qingyun Sect and the Internal Affairs Hall. Before the morning fog had cleared, Lu Chuan stood in front of the resource distribution window. The outer deacon on duty was named Zhou. He was a middle-aged monk in his forties, with a third-level cultivation. He had spent most of his life in the sect to get such a good job. He always looked like a nice guy with a smile to everyone he met. But today, when Deacon Zhou saw Lu Chuan, the smile on his face visibly stiffened. "Master Nephew Lu." Deacon Zhou lowered his head and turned over the jade slips in his hand. His tone was a little unnatural, "The resources for this month... Well, your share of spiritual stones and elixirs are not available for the time being." Lu Chuan frowned slightly: "Why?" "As mentioned above, you have some problems in the direction of your practice recently, and you need to re-evaluate your practice progress." Deacon Zhou closed the jade slip, glanced at Lu Chuan with a twinkling look, and lowered his voice, "Master nephew, I'm not talking about you, what kind of machine is that? Puppetry... Sigh, there are a lot of people talking about it in the sect. Some elders feel that this thing is nondescript and not the orthodox way of our Qingyun Sect. You should listen to my advice and put it down as soon as possible and practice your own skills honestly. It's better than anything else." Lu Chuan said nothing. He has been in the outer sect of Qingyun Sect for three years, and his qualifications are not very good. His foundation of three spiritual roots can only be ranked in the middle and lower reaches among tens of thousands of outer sect disciples. If he hadn't accidentally awakened the memory of mechanical engineering from his previous life and combined it with the weapon refining skills of this world to find a new way, he might still be struggling at the fifth and sixth levels of Qi refining. Now he is at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining and is only one step away from building a foundation. He relies on the mechanical puppet technique that is regarded as "heresy" by the elders of the sect. "Deacon Zhou," Lu Chuan's voice was calm, "I still have 3,700 sect points from last month, which is enough to exchange for three months of training resources. If the spiritual stones are not issued this month, then I can always redeem them with points, right?" Deacon Zhou sighed, and drew a few fingers in the void to bring up the magic circle for point inquiry. A line of numbers popped up on the light screen. Deacon Zhou glanced at it and his expression became even weirder. "Nephew Lu, your sect points... Have been frozen." "What's the reason?" "The system shows 'cultivation direction pending review'." Deacon Zhou turned the light screen to Lu Chuan to see, "This is an order personally issued by the elder of the Internal Affairs Hall. I have no authority to unfreeze it. Nephew, who did you offend?" Lu Chuan's eyes stayed on the light screen for a moment, then turned and left the Internal Affairs Hall. He didn't get angry or question him, because he knew very well that no matter how much he talked to Deacon Zhou, it would be useless. A small outer deacon is nothing more than a tool to execute orders. The ones who really want to suppress him are those people who stand at the top of the Qingyun Sect's power. Walking out of the door of the Internal Affairs Hall, the early morning sunlight made Lu Chuan squint slightly. He took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions surging in his chest. It doesn't matter, resources will be deducted and points will be frozen. He has already expected these. From the moment he used a Qi-refining level mechanical battle armor to challenge the inner disciples on the second floor of the foundation without falling behind in the sect's little competition last month, he knew that this day would come sooner or later. The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade. What's more, his mechanical skills are simply incompatible in this sect that claims to be orthodox in the immortal way. Returning to the courtyard where the outer disciples lived, Lu Chuan pushed open his simple stone room. The interior furnishings are simple, with a stone bed, a wooden table, and various metal parts and semi-finished mechanical components stacked against the wall. The most eye-catching thing is the two-meter-tall mechanical battle armor in the corner. The entire body is made of black iron mixed with spiritual copper, and the joints are inlaid with micro formations driven by low-level spiritual stones. The overall appearance presents an industrial aesthetic that is incompatible with this world. Lu Chuan sat down at the table and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously. He is thinking. When the resources are gone, he can find ways to obtain them from other channels. If the sect does not give him spiritual stone pills, he can take on casual cultivating tasks from the outside world, or he can use mechanical puppets to hunt monsters in exchange for materials. The points are frozen, and he can use actual combat experience to make up for the drop in practice speed. What really made him wary was the signal sent by the sect. Freezing points and depriving resources are all explicit methods, the purpose is to force him to bow his head and admit his mistakes, give up mechanical skills and return to the so-called "orthodox practice". But what if he refuses to bow? What's next? Lu Chuan's fingers stopped. He remembered an incident three days ago. That day when he came back from the weapon refining hall and passed by the outer disciples' martial arts field, he met the inner disciple Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian is the direct disciple of Liu Yuanhua, the elder of the inner sect. He has a fourth level of foundation cultivation and is quite famous among the younger generation. At that time, Zhao Qian led several inner disciples to block his way, and said some strange words in a contemptuous tone, to the effect that his mechanical skills were heresy, and he advised him not to make mistakes. Lu Chuan ignored them and walked around them. But looking back now, I'm afraid it was not a chance encounter, but a trial. The appearance of Zhao Qian means that the attitude of some people in the inner sect towards him has changed from indifference to hostility. The elder Liu Yuanhua behind Zhao Qian was one of the powerful people in the Internal Affairs Hall, the one who froze his points. "The person who came here is not a good person." Lu Chuan whispered to himself. He stood up, walked to the mechanical armor in the corner, reached out and patted the cold breastplate of the armor. This armor, which he named "Iron Guard No. 1", Is his most proud work so far. The driving core of the Qi refining level can erupt with combat power comparable to that of the middle stage of foundation building, relying on the precise mechanical structure and formation superposition effect. This kind of technical thinking is unprecedented in this world, and it is precisely because of this that it causes uneasiness among the top leaders of the sect. What they are afraid of is not the armor itself, but the possibility represented behind the armor - if mechanical puppets can be mass-produced, and if ordinary disciples can rely on machines to leapfrog battles, then the sect's thousands of years of practice system will be fundamentally shaken. Spiritual root qualifications, cultivation talents, master-disciple inheritance, these things that maintain the hierarchical order of the sect will become less important in the face of mechanical arts. This is what they are really afraid of. Lu Chuan retracted his hand, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. It's easy to suppress him alone, but it's not that simple to kill a technology. In the next few days, the sect's suppression of him continued to intensify. The first is the restriction on the practice location. The outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect could have used their points to exchange for time in a training room with abundant spiritual energy, but after Lu Chuan's points were frozen, he couldn't even enter the lowest yellow-level training room. When the deacon in charge of managing the training room saw him coming, he waved his hand and said there was no appointment record for him in the system and asked him to go back and wait. Then there is the access authority over the mission hall. In addition to practicing, outer sect disciples can obtain additional training resources by completing sect tasks. But when Lu Chuan went to the task hall to check, he found that his permission to accept tasks had been reduced to the lowest level. He could only accept some low-paying chore tasks. Those tasks of hunting monsters and collecting elixirs that paid well were not visible in his account at all. Even the canteen began to treat them differently. A small amount of spiritual grain and spiritual spring water were originally added to the meals of the outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect. Long-term consumption would have a slight benefit to their cultivation. But when he arrived at Lu Chuan, the look in the eyes of the handyman disciple who was responsible for cooking changed when he looked at him. The food given to him was exactly the same as that of the lowest servants, and he could not feel even a trace of spiritual energy. All kinds of methods have only one purpose: to make it difficult for him to live and force him to bow his head. But Lu Chuan's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. He made no protest, no grievance, or even any public display of dissatisfaction. He acted as if nothing had happened, practicing as usual every day and studying his mechanical skills as usual. Since he couldn't get into the training room, he practiced in his own stone room. If his spiritual energy was thin, he would spend more time polishing the foundation. If he couldn't accept the mission, he would not accept the mission and concentrate on improving his mechanical armor. This silence made those who secretly observed him confused. In the courtyard of the outer disciples, there lived a young man named Chen Ping next to Lu Chuan's stone room. Chen Ping was at the sixth level of Qi Refining and entered the sect at the same time as Lu Chuan three years ago. The relationship between the two was not very good, but they were neighbors after all and they would exchange a few words with each other on weekdays. That evening, Chen Ping came back from outside and saw Lu Chuan squatting in the yard playing with a pile of metal parts, and couldn't help but walk over. "Brother Lu," Chen Ping knelt down next to Lu Chuan and said in a low voice, "I heard something in the mission hall today, which was not quite right." Lu Chuan's hands did not stop moving: "What words?" "A few inner disciples are saying that you may be in trouble during the end-of-month assessment this month." Chen Ping hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke out. "They said that the assessment elders have received instructions from above to strictly check your practice progress. If it is found that your major skills are not progressing enough, you may be demoted to the miscellaneous service courtyard." The outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect have a monthly cultivation assessment. If they fail the assessment for three consecutive months, they will be demoted to a handyman disciple, lose the ration of cultivation resources, and can only do the lowest level of manual labor. Once you embark on this path, it is basically equivalent to cutting off the path of cultivation. Lu Chuan finally stopped what he was doing and looked up at Chen Ping: "Who asked you to tell me this?" Chen Ping was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No one asked me to come, I just think... They went too far. Your mechanical puppetry is obviously very powerful. We all saw it last time in the sect competition, so why do you say it is evil?" "Thank you." Lu Chuan nodded, his tone calm, "But you should not get too close to me in the future, it will not be good for you." Chen Ping opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he sighed, got up and returned to his stone room. Lu Chuan looked at his back with deep eyes. Chen Ping had good intentions, but what he didn't know was that at this juncture, anyone who was close to him might be implicated. The will of the sect's top leaders is like a big mountain. Let alone a small outer disciple, even those inner disciples in the foundation building period are nothing more than ants in the face of the general trend. However, the news brought by Chen Ping is indeed worthy of attention. There will be an assessment at the end of the month to strictly check the progress of cultivation. Lu Chuan's main skill is Qingyun Sect's "Qingyun Jue". This skill is peaceful and peaceful. It is the basic skill for the disciples of the sect. It is not fast in practice, but it has a solid foundation. Lu Chuan has been practicing step by step for the past three years. He is currently at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining, and is only one step away from building the foundation. Logically speaking, this progress is considered good among the outer disciples, but if the assessment elders are deliberately looking for trouble, they can always find a reason. What's more, Lu Chuan knew in his heart that in recent months, in order to study mechanical skills, he had indeed invested less time in the practice of "Qingyun Jue" than before. If assessed strictly according to the sect's standards, his progress in major exercises may indeed not reach the "excellent" standard. This is the other party's purpose. They don't need to directly tell him that he can't do it, they just need to put pressure on his weakest link so that he can't support himself. Lu Chuan stood up, put the metal parts in his hands back into the tool box, and walked into the stone room. He came to the workbench and took out a jade slip from the drawer. This jade slip is a cultivation system that he deduced by himself after spending three months and referring to the characteristics of seventeen different exercises. The biggest feature of this system is that it can complement the mechanical arts, using mechanical puppets to assist training, so that the training can feed back the mechanical arts. He named this set of exercises "Jiyuan Zhenjie". But the problem is that this set of exercises is not the inheritance of Qingyun Sect. If he practices this set of skills publicly, then under the sect's assessment system, his progress in "Qingyun Jue" will inevitably stagnate or even regress. When the time comes when he fails the assessment and is demoted to a handyman, he will play into the opponent's hands. If he gives up the "True Solution to the Origin of Machinery" and practices "Qingyun Jue" with all his strength in order to pass the examination, then his mechanical research will inevitably slow down, which is also the result that the other party wants to see. This is a dilemma. Lu Chuan held the jade slip and fell into deep thought. Three days later, the end-of-month assessment came as scheduled. The assessment took place at the outer sect's martial arts arena. The person in charge of the assessment was an elder deacon named Sun from the Internal Affairs Hall. His cultivation was in the later stages of foundation building, and he had a Chinese-character face that showed no anger or authority. On his left and right sides, there were several inner disciples, including Zhao Qian. When Lu Chuan arrived, hundreds of outer disciples had already gathered at the martial arts arena. The assessment is conducted sequentially according to the number. Everyone must demonstrate their major skills and cultivation on the spot, and the grade will be assessed by Elder Sun. Those who pass will continue to stay at the outer gate, and those who excel will have the opportunity to receive additional resource rewards. Those who fail will be recorded. Those who fail three consecutive times will be demoted to handymen. Lu Chuan was in the middle of the queue, and the surrounding outer disciples subconsciously distanced themselves when they saw him. Although the sect's suppression has not been made public in the past few days, well-informed people have more or less heard some rumors. No one wants to have anything to do with Lu Chuan at this time. "Lu Chuan." Elder Sun read his name. Lu Chuan walked out of the crowd and came to the assessment table. Elder Sun looked at him expressionlessly, with scrutiny and a hint of coldness in his eyes. Zhao Qian, who was standing aside, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the gloating in his eyes was barely concealed. "Show your Qingyun Jue cultivation." Elder Sun's voice was devoid of any emotion. Lu Chuan took a deep breath and circulated the spiritual power in his body. A ray of light cyan light emerged from his palm, which was the unique aura of the "Qingyun Jue" when he reached the ninth level of Qi refining. The spiritual light is condensed and not dispersed, flowing slowly in the air, looking quite satisfactory. Elder Sun looked at it for a moment and frowned slightly: "The foundation of your "Qingyun Jue" is frivolous and the spiritual light is scattered but not condensed. It is obviously caused by the recent neglect of practice. According to the sect's assessment standards, the assessment is -" "Wait a minute." Lu Chuan suddenly interrupted Elder Sun's words. Elder Sun's face darkened: "Lu Chuan, you are not allowed to speak without authorization during the assessment. You..." "Elder Sun," Lu Chuan's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the entire martial arts arena, "May I ask what the sect's assessment standards are?" "Of course it is to assess the disciples' training progress and combat effectiveness." Elder Sun said coldly. "Okay." Lu Chuan put away the spiritual light in his palm, took two steps back, and raised his hand to point to Zhao Qian, who was standing next to Elder Sun. "Since we want to test the combat effectiveness, let's ask Brother Zhao Qian to give me some advice. If I lose, there is no need to judge. I will apply to be demoted to a handyman." As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar. Zhao Qian was an inner disciple at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, and Lu Chuan was only at the ninth level of Qi Refining. There was more than a whole realm between them. This challenge seems to everyone to be suicidal. Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment, then laughed, his smile full of sarcasm: "Lu Chuan, are you sure?" "Sure." Lu Chuan's tone was as calm as if he was talking about a trivial matter. Elder Sun stared at Lu Chuan for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered: "Okay, since you asked for it, I will grant it to you. Zhao Qian, you will go through two moves with him, and be careful not to kill him." "Disciple understands." Zhao Qian flexed his wrist, walked down from the examination table, and stood ten steps away from Lu Chuan, "Junior brother Lu, you have no eyes for fists and kicks, if you have to admit defeat now, it's still too late." Lu Chuan did not respond to his provocation, but raised his right hand and lightly pressed on a metal bracelet on his left wrist. A flash of light flashed from the bracelet. The next moment, the ground of the martial arts arena shook slightly, and a heavy metal roar came from a distance. Everyone looked around and saw a two-meter-tall steel giant walking with heavy steps from the direction of the courtyard. Every step it took made the ground tremble. The body made of black iron reflected a cold luster in the sun, and the miniature formations at the joints shone with light blue light. "Iron Guard One," Lu Chuan said softly, as if speaking to an old friend, "show them your strength." The eyes of the mechanical armor suddenly lit up with a crimson light, and it accelerated suddenly. Its huge body burst out at a speed completely disproportionate to its size, and rushed towards Zhao Qian like a discharged cannonball. Zhao Qian's expression changed instantly. He didn't have time to think too much, he formed seals with his hands, and a flame shield formed in front of him. At the same time, the foundation-building spiritual power in his body exploded, and he retreated sharply, trying to distance himself. But the speed of Iron Guard 1 was far beyond his expectation. The steel giant suddenly jumped up when it was still three steps away from the flame shield. Three half-meter-long metal blades popped out of the mechanical structure of its right arm, slashing them down with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain. The miniature spell-breaking array engraved on the sharp blade erupted with dazzling white light the moment it hit the flame shield, and the foundation-building shield that Zhao Qian was proud of was torn apart like paper. "What -" Zhao Qian's pupils shrank suddenly and he hastily pulled out a defensive weapon. It was a small bronze shield, which was strong in the wind, and instantly turned into a three-foot square shield in front of him. Iron Guard No. 1'S left fist struck at the same moment. Boom! There was a dull loud noise, and the small bronze shield was dented by the impact. The huge impact was transmitted to Zhao Qian through the shield surface, sending him flying seven or eight feet away, and fell heavily to the ground, with a mouthful of blood spurting from his mouth. The whole place was dead silent. From the beginning to the end of the battle, it only took three breaths. An inner sect disciple who was on the fourth level of Foundation Establishment was beaten until he vomited blood and flew backwards in just one encounter. The person who did all this was not Lu Chuan himself, but a mechanical puppet that he had built himself. Lu Chuan stood there with a calm expression, as if all this was expected by him. He raised his hand and pressed the metal bracelet on his wrist. The red light in Iron Guard No. 1'S eyes slowly extinguished and returned to its still state, like a silent steel sculpture standing in the center of the martial arts arena. "Elder Sun," Lu Chuan turned around and looked at the livid Elder Sun on the assessment table. "According to the sect's regulations, outer disciples who can leapfrog and defeat inner disciples will be directly assessed as special class. This rule should still count, right?" Elder Sun's hands trembled slightly in his sleeves, not because of fear, but because of anger. He stared at Lu Chuan, his eyes full of fear and murderous intent. This kid not only refused to bow his head, but also dared to slap him in the face in this way in front of so many people. Zhao Qian was an inner disciple whom he single-handedly promoted, but he was beaten like this by a puppet. If this news spread, where would he and the Internal Affairs Hall lose face? But rules are rules. In front of hundreds of outer sect disciples, he could not openly overturn the sect's assessment system that had been passed down for thousands of years. "Assessment - Special Class." Elder Sun squeezed out these two words through his teeth, then flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave. Zhao Qian was helped out of the martial arts arena. Before leaving, he looked back at Lu Chuan. The resentment in his eyes almost solidified. Lu Chuan knew that he had completely offended people from the Internal Affairs Department today, but he didn't care. From the moment the other party started to suppress him, there was no room for change between them. Rather than being passively beaten, it is better to take the initiative. Lu Chuan took back Iron Guard No. 1 And left the martial arts field under the complicated eyes of everyone. The whispers coming from behind came like a tide, some were amazed, some were in awe, and some were gloating that he didn't know how to live or die. But Lu Chuan ignored it. He knew that his behavior today was tantamount to provocation in the eyes of the senior leaders of the sect. But he had no choice. If he gave in during the assessment today and asked the other party to give him an unqualified rating, then the next step would be to suppress him continuously until he was completely trampled into the mud. Only by showing enough value and threat can the other party use a defensive weapon, or at least dare not use too low-level means to deal with him. However, this also means that the next storm will be more violent. Lu Chuan returned to his stone room and began to check the status of Iron Guard 1. Although the battle just now lasted only a few breaths, the consumption of the mechanical armor was not small. The impact structure of the left fist was somewhat deformed, and the sharp blade of the right arm also suffered a certain degree of thermal damage when it cut through the flame shield and needed to be repaired and strengthened. He took the tools out of the toolbox and began to disassemble the damaged parts of the Iron Guard. During this process, his mind kept replaying every detail of the previous battle. Zhao Qian's failure was partly because he underestimated the enemy, and partly because he was completely unfamiliar with the attack mode of the mechanical armor. But next time, the other party will not make the same mistake again. He needs to make Iron Guard 1 stronger. Lu Chuan's eyes fell on the jade slip on the workbench - "The True Explanation of the Origin of the Machine". The core idea of ​​this set of exercises is to deeply integrate the spiritual power of the practitioner with the mechanical structure to achieve a combat mode in which man and machine are integrated. If he could master this set of techniques, the combat effectiveness of Iron Guard One could be increased by at least 30%. But the problem is that practicing "Jiyuan Zhenjie" requires a lot of time and energy, and it is completely different from the cultivation system of "Qingyun Jue". If he changes his technique at this time, the assessment next month will inevitably reveal the fact that "Qingyun Jue" has deteriorated. At that time, the other party will have a legitimate reason to deal with him. Lu Chuan gently rubbed his fingers on the jade slip and fell into deep thought. At the same time, deep inside the inner gate of Qingyun Sect, in a cave filled with spiritual energy, several elders were having a secret conversation. Sitting on the main seat was an old man with white hair and beard, Liu Yuanhua, the chief elder of the Internal Affairs Hall. On his left and right sides sat two or three elders, all of whom held real power in the inner sect. Zhao Qian knelt down, his injuries had been treated, but his face was still pale. "Master, this disciple is incompetent and has brought shame to the Internal Affairs Hall." Zhao Qian lowered his head, his voice full of reluctance. Liu Yuanhua waved his hand: "Get up, it's not your problem. The strength of that puppet is indeed beyond our expectations." "Brother," an elder named Wang on the left said, "this Lu Chuan cannot be kept. What he did today is clearly a demonstration to us. If he is allowed to continue to develop, once his set of mechanical skills spreads among the sect, our Qingyun Sect's thousand-year-old practice system will be fundamentally impacted. By then, who else will be willing to practice hard for decades? Just go play with those scraps of metal!" "Junior brother Wang is right." Another elder agreed, "The cultivation of immortality is about step-by-step and accumulation. His mechanical skills may seem quick, but in fact he has taken a shortcut and is a heresy. What's more important is that once this kind of thing becomes popular and ordinary disciples can also have the ability to fight beyond the level, the original hierarchical order of the sect will be gone. The master-disciple inheritance system that we have spent hundreds of years to establish will be destroyed in one day." Liu Yuanhua remained silent, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest. The elders present all understand that Lu Chuan's problem has never been about the direction of cultivation, but about power. The foundation of Qingyun Sect's rule is based on the iron law that spiritual root qualification determines the upper limit of cultivation. Disciples with good talents were accepted as direct disciples by the elders of the inner sect, and received more training resources. Their cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, and eventually they became the backbone of the sect. Disciples with poor talent will fend for themselves in the outer sect and will never succeed. Although this system is cruel, it is stable. For thousands of years, Qingyun Sect has relied on this system to maintain the operation of the sect. But now, Lu Chuan's mechanical skills broke this rule. An outer disciple with three spiritual roots can defeat an inner disciple with a fourth level of foundation building by relying on a mechanical puppet. This means that spiritual root qualifications are no longer the only factor that determines combat effectiveness. If this news spreads, what will the tens of thousands of disciples with mediocre qualifications in the outer sect think? Will they all follow Lu Chuan's example and give up their orthodox cultivation to study mechanical arts? Once a trend is formed, the foundation on which the inner sect elders rely to rule the sect will be shaken. "Everyone has seen the strength of that puppet." Liu Yuanhua finally spoke, his voice low and slow, "The driving core of Qi refining level can burst out the combat power of the middle stage of foundation establishment, and its reaction speed and defensive ability are far superior to monks of the same level. What does this mean? It means that if he is given enough materials and time, he may even create an army of puppets." There was silence in the cave. Liu Yuanhua continued: "What concerns me more is this kid's character. Resources have been deducted, points have been frozen, and the practice room has been banned. An ordinary disciple would have been panicked, but he acted like a normal person. Today, he set a trap in the assessment and forced Elder Sun to give him a special rating. This forbearance and scheming are more terrifying than his scraps." "Senior brother, what you mean is..." "In the sect competition at the end of the month," Liu Yuanhua's eyes flashed with a cold light, "according to convention, the outer disciples who have received special evaluations are eligible to participate in the inner sect selection competition. At that time, some of the inner sect disciples will naturally 'entertain' him well. On the ring, swords have no eyes, so it is normal for something to happen." The elders present exchanged glances, and they all understood what Liu Yuanhua meant. The sect competition is an annual grand event of Qingyun Sect. Through the competition, outer sect disciples can obtain the qualifications to be promoted to the inner sect. Lu Chuan received the special grade evaluation today and automatically qualified to participate in the inner-sect selection competition according to the rules. In the inner sect trials, his opponents will be the real inner sect elites, the strong ones in the middle or even late stages of foundation building. In a battle of that level, it couldn't be easier to "miss" and severely injure an outer disciple. "In addition," Liu Yuanhua added, "from now on, all the books and materials related to mechanical arts in the sect will be strictly checked. The supply of spiritual copper, black iron and other metal materials in the weapon refining hall to Lu Chuan will be cut off, and not a gram will be allowed to flow into his hands. Also, send someone to watch his every move and report to me any abnormality at any time." "Yes." All the elders agreed in unison. Zhao Qian raised his head, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Master, I request you to personally participate in the competition..." "You can't." Liu Yuanhua interrupted him directly, "You have already lost once today. If you lose again, the House of Internal Affairs will be completely embarrassed. I will arrange for others to do this. You go back and recover well, and write down every detail of today's battle. I want to know where the weakness of that puppet is." Zhao Qian gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, "Yes." As the night grew darker, a faint spiritual light still shone in Lu Chuan's stone chamber. He has completed the repair work of Iron Guard No. 1 And is sitting at the table reading the jade slip that records the "True Explanation of the Origin of the Machine". Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door. Lu Chuan immediately put away the jade slip and pressed his right hand calmly on the bracelet on his wrist. Iron Guard No. 1 Raised its head silently in the corner, the red light in its eyes lit up slightly, and entered the standby state. "Brother Lu, it's me." Chen Ping's low voice came from outside the door. Lu Chuan frowned, but got up and opened the door. Chen Ping ducked in like a thief and closed the door with his backhand, his face full of nervousness. "It's so late, what are you doing here?" Lu Chuan asked. Chen Ping took out a storage bag from his arms and stuffed it into Lu Chuan's hand: "Here are some spiritual stones and elixirs that I have saved over the years. It's not much, but it should last for a while." Lu Chuan looked down at the storage bag in his hand and was silent for a few seconds: "Do you know what you are doing?" "I know." Chen Ping's voice was trembling, but his eyes were firm, "Brother Lu, when I saw you defeat Zhao Qian in the martial arts field today, I felt very happy. Do you know, we outer disciples have been told since the day we entered the sect that if we don't have good spiritual roots, we will never get ahead. It took me three years of training to reach the sixth level of Qi Refining. I watched my well-qualified disciples one by one break through the foundation building and enter the inner gate. To be honest, I have almost given up." He paused and continued: "But your mechanical skills allowed me to see another path. If this path can be opened, then ordinary disciples like me can also have a future. So... So I don't want you to be suppressed like this." Lu Chuan looked at the young monk in front of him, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He had been a member of the sect for three years and had not interacted with many people and had always been a loner. Chen Ping was one of the few people he could say a few words to, but that was all. He didn't expect that this neighbor, who usually seemed a bit timid, would have the guts to help him in times of need. "I've accepted the things." Lu Chuan put the storage bag in his arms, "But from now on, don't come to me again. People from the Internal Affairs Hall are definitely watching me. If you get close to me, you will only cause trouble for yourself." Chen Ping nodded, turned to leave, and stopped again: "Brother Lu, will you participate in the sect competition at the end of the month?" "Yes." "Then... Be careful. I heard that someone at the inner gate has already spread the word, saying that they will destroy you in the ring." The corners of Lu Chuan's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cold arc: "Let them come." After Chen Ping left, Lu Chuan sat back at the table. He poured out the contents of the storage bag, which contained more than thirty pieces of low-grade spirit stones and several bottles of spirit-gathering pills used during the Qi refining period. For his current situation, although this batch of resources is not much, it can indeed meet his urgent needs. He needs to break through to the foundation building stage as soon as possible. Only by successfully building the foundation can his spiritual power make a qualitative leap, drive more advanced mechanical puppets, and have the power to fight in the coming storm. To achieve this, it is not enough to rely on "Qingyun Jue" alone, he must practice "Jiyuan True Jie". Lu Chuan made a decision. He no longer dwells on the assessment at the end of the month. Since the sect has decided to suppress him, no matter how far he has mastered the "Qingyun Jue", the other party will be able to find reasons to deal with him. Instead of living in other people's rules, it's better to make your own way. He sat cross-legged, put the jade slip of "Jiyuan Zhenjie" on his forehead, and began to meditate on this self-created technique. The aura flickers on and off in the stone chamber, and Iron Guard No. 1 Stands quietly in the corner, like a loyal patron saint. Outside the stone chamber, the Qingyun Sect in the dark night was like a sleeping giant, with countless pairs of eyes staring at this inconspicuous stone chamber in the darkness. A storm is brewing, and Lu Chuan, who is at the center of the storm, is accumulating his own strength. Time passes day by day, and the sect competition at the end of the month is getting closer and closer. The atmosphere in Qingyun Sect has also become subtle. Everyone knows that something unusual will definitely happen in the upcoming competition. And Lu Chuan's stone chamber has never been opened since that night. No one knew what he was doing inside. Only the occasional metal knocking sound and low mechanical roar came from the stone chamber, reminding people outside that the madman inside was still continuing his research. On the seventh day, a strong wave of spiritual energy suddenly erupted in the stone chamber, and a pale golden light emerged from the gaps in the stone chamber, illuminating the night sky in the entire courtyard. The nearby disciples were awakened and looked in the direction of Lu Chuan in confusion. The steward of the courtyard hurried over, and just as he was about to knock on the door, the stone door was pushed open from inside. Lu Chuan walked out. The aura on his body was completely different from that of seven days ago. The original peak level of cultivation at the ninth level of Qi refining was gone, replaced by a deeper and more restrained power. If you sense it carefully, you will find that his spiritual power has undergone some strange changes - it is no longer the pure "Qingyun Jue" spiritual power, but a brand new, sharp aura with a metallic feel. The first level of "The True Explanation of Jiyuan" is completed. Lu Chuan raised his head and looked at the brightly lit peaks deep inside the inner gate, with a cold light shining in his eyes. He was waiting for the sect competition.