It was the first dawn after Huo Rong's death.
Near Fortress 76, in an abandoned scavenger camp mostly buried by yellow sand.
"Sir… Sir?"
Wu Man's voice kept ringing in his ears, forcing Wang Jixuan to awaken from his meditative state.
Actually, he was at a rather crucial moment.
Wang Jixuan's mind was still echoing with those unwilling shouts and the chanting of Buddhist scriptures. It was painful, but under the harmonization of his Great Vehicle remnant soul, demonic power and Buddhist teachings reached a certain balance.
Like the Taoist cultivation methods that pursued mutual restraint and generation, such as the Tai Chi Yin-Yang.
This was a new kind of insight, which helped him improve his understanding of the Great Dao. It also made Wang Jixuan vaguely understand the shortcomings of his family's cultivation method, the "Qingping Manual," in some aspects.
Unfortunately, this kind of insight was only a fleeting taste.
The previous seven or eight hours of continuous pain only brought a little over an hour of comfort.
Wang Jixuan opened his eyes, his left eye golden and his right eye blood-colored, before quickly returning to a cyan glow. A faint aura spread out from his body, and a faint fragrance filled the air.
Wu Man was almost stunned.
The young man was holding a tray with bottled water and a freshly made sandwich.
He whispered, "Sir, you haven't had water or food for a long time. You should eat something."
Wang Jixuan nodded with a smile, took the tray, and extended his spiritual sense outward.
Uh, so many people.
A large number of troops had already surrounded the area.
Several familiar figures were resting in simple beach chairs, with Instructor Black Shell prominently among them.
Zhou Zhengde was also here, snoring away with an eye mask on.
Mu Dan and Ling Tong seemed to be injured.
They were in a large supply truck not far away. Ling Tong was receiving maintenance from a robotic arm, with some bandaged wounds on her body, thankfully only superficial injuries.
Mu Dan was mostly covered in scorch marks, with a thumb-thick data cable connected to the back of her neck. Seven or eight researchers were analyzing and calibrating Mu Dan's data with various instruments.
Further away, Wang Jixuan could see the billowing black smoke rising from Fortress 76.
According to war zone practice, at dawn, they began to collectively cremate the bodies of fallen soldiers.
"Has the fighting stopped?"
"Yes, sir. It was a narrow victory."
Wu Man sat on a wooden box beside him and said in a low voice:
"The second-generation semi-human mechs arrived and quickly resolved all the invading psionicists.
"After you killed Huo Rong, sir, they adopted the cage tactics, controlling the remaining psionicists in the space from the first to the fourth floors, preventing them from fighting like trapped beasts.
"Sir, you don't look too good."
Wang Jixuan: …
He looked inward, his meridians in a chaotic mess, his qi sea closed off, and his body filled with demonic energy, with some areas blocked by Buddhist light.
Good heavens, he was simultaneously cultivating Taoism, Buddhism, and demonic arts?
Taoist Priest Shan smiled wryly.
He was just borrowing the cultivation methods of Buddhism and demons. His own nature naturally couldn't be discarded. The conflict between Buddhist and demonic cultivation methods also made Wang Jixuan suffer unspeakably.
"I'm going to be a cripple for half a month. I need to recuperate and find a way to resolve these aftereffects."
"I will protect you, sir," Wu Man said earnestly.
Wang Jixuan smiled, squinting. "You will. Go tell them. I want to talk to Instructor Black Shell and Zhou Zhengde. Also, tell Officer Ling Tong that I'm fine."
"Okay."
Wu Man nodded and quickly ran out of the dilapidated house.
Taoist Wang looked around the simple dwelling. There were some wooden furniture everywhere, and two skeletons in the next room.
Scavengers were human groups that wandered between fortresses.
They were usually exiled criminals or individuals expelled from the fortresses, and some were free-spirited humans who were unwilling to live in the 'large ground cage' that the fortresses were.
Wang Jixuan was a little curious. He landed on the ground and walked around, looking at everything.
Last night, he ran out, fearing that he would lose control and kill people indiscriminately. After arriving near here, he regained his sanity and used his spiritual sense to find this place where he could hide. He brought Wu Man over and had him chant scriptures to suppress the berserk demonic energy.
This demonic power was not to be used again in the future. This time, he had already reached the edge of succumbing to the demonic path.
People are complex. Not many people are purely good or evil. The interweaving of human, divine, and beastly natures is the foundation of being human.
Wang Jixuan was also like this. He had evil thoughts, fantasies, and the urge to indulge in desires, but years of hard cultivation had allowed him to control these impulses.
The foundation of cultivation is, first, to pursue the unity of heaven and man, and second, not to be controlled by desires.
What demonic power awakens is his killing intent and desire for destruction.
'Next, I'll just focus on Buddhism.'
'It has been confirmed that the psionic civilization exists, which means that as long as the psionic civilization senses danger, they may cause all psionicists to 'awaken,' transforming from Mo Feng to Huo Rong. This is quite a big overall improvement for psionicists.'
'Since that's the case, then this humble Taoist will play with you. I'll take out some of the methods of cultivating and using mind power from the force that only ranks third in the cultivation world.'
'Let's see if you can handle it.'
By the way, the top five forces in the cultivation world are Taoism, Demons, Buddhism, Taoist Body Cultivation, and Evil.
While he was thinking wildly, a canned food box caught his attention.
Wang Jixuan carefully picked up the canned food box, blew off the yellow sand on it, and looked inside. He found several rolled-up 'letter papers'.
These were papers torn from book pages, not proper letter paper.
This place should have been abandoned for only five or six years, so the paper was still in good condition.
Wang Jixuan pulled out one, carefully unfolded it, and saw the neat handwriting written in pencil.
【Food is starting to run out again, or rather, there has never been enough food. Fortunately, passing convoys occasionally deliberately drop one or two boxes of supplies, allowing us to survive until now. I am still repenting for the sins of that year, but Misha is innocent. I hope there will be an opportunity to atone for my sins and allow her to return to the fortress. God? I no longer have any hope for it. If there really is a God, perhaps Blade Beasts are more like it.】
Were these some notes?
Wang Jixuan opened the second, the third…
【I don't know how to describe the beautiful scenery tonight. Desert, starry sky, bonfire. We sang songs by the bonfire and shared two grilled fish. This oasis is our paradise. However, this paradise probably won't last for too long. A stronger village is trying to migrate here, and they have polluted their water source with garbage. But it doesn't matter, this fake water quality engineer should be able to find a more suitable settlement.】
【Blade Beasts don't seem to be interested in us. I heard that Blade Beasts have launched an offensive on the border again, which makes us very panicked. After all, if the border defense line is broken, we poor worms without fortress protection will be the first to be slaughtered. But I heard an old man in his fifties, who has lived outside for more than thirty years, say that once a group of Blade Beasts rushed past the edge of his vision, but they didn't come over and chop him with a knife. Blade Beasts don't seem to be interested in lone humans. This is the first great piece of knowledge. I hope I have the opportunity to compile an encyclopedia, a small encyclopedia, for Misha and her future children.】
【We've used it all up. We've used up all the fuel and wood. We've already torn down a wooden house. This winter is too hard. Solar panels have become our only source of energy. Fortunately, we collected enough seaweed before, and the fortress convoy left us some supplies. Praise the fortress, although the fortress doesn't need praise. The more pessimistic thing is that I no longer have the wood to cremate myself after death. This joke doesn't seem to have much technical content.】
The handwriting in one of the rolled-up papers was somewhat scrawled.
【The small encyclopedia probably can't be written. I'm sick, along with Misha. It should be some kind of infectious virus, maybe a severe flu. Obviously, we can't keep up with the migration anymore. I hope that after this sandstorm, our residence won't be buried, and Misha and I can survive. Misha is not my biological daughter. She is an orphan I met when I was exiled to this wilderness. She is also all my spiritual sustenance. I really hope she can live inside the fortress, where there are no infectious diseases, clean water, happy nurseries, and a not-so-bad Midtown. I am an atheist. I am not very good at praying, but if praying works, I am willing to pray… God, can you save Misha… I beg you… I will exchange my soul with you…】
Wang Jixuan put the strips of paper back into the canned food box and walked to the bedroom, which had mostly collapsed. He saw the two skeletons clinging tightly to each other.
It could be seen that the skeleton, which was much smaller, slowly died beside the larger skeleton.
A little girl guarded her father's corpse.
Wang Jixuan took the tray, opened the clean water, broke open the sandwich packaging bag, placed them at the end of the bed, held his left hand against the leg of the skeleton, and lowered his head to silently chant the Sutra of Salvation.
After a long time, Wang Jixuan pointed out a bit of true fire, watched the two skeletons being wrapped in flames, and silently turned and left.
From beginning to end, his expression did not change in any way.
Zhou Zhengde and Instructor Black Shell were already waiting outside.
…
"Why are you back? It's dangerous here."
Wang Jixuan asked Zhou Zhengde.
Zhou Zhengde shrugged slightly. "They sent me here to apologize to the military region. This time, being attacked by the Psionic Capital was a work error in their intelligence system. Then, I, the only genetic inheritor of the Commander-in-Chief, came here to show their determination to defend in the future."
Wang Jixuan was a little weak to complain, and said calmly: "The enemy is just doing evil, no need to blame yourself too much… Instructor Black Shell."
"Yes," Black Shell said in a low voice, "Although it is not appropriate to say these things, please rest assured that we are already carrying out retaliatory actions. These are videos of attacking three secret bases of the Psionic Capital. We destroyed the lairs of this group of psionicists…"
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“No need to show me these.”
Wang Jixuan raised his hand to refuse, gazing at the old instructor with a smile, and said slowly:
“Limited by time and mutual trust, our previous cooperation was actually subject to certain constraints.
“This time, Huorong's surprise attack has made me change some of my previous ideas.
“Instructor Shell, I want to open a classroom, a very simple classroom. I plan to divide the students in this classroom into three groups.
“One is the psionic group, with Zheng Shiduo as the leader, Ji Xiao, Ji Yale, and you guys choose three to five people, who must be absolutely trustworthy.
“One is the cyborg group, Ling Tong, Shen Hai, and others, who need to be reviewed by Ling Tong. The number is comparable to the psionic group.
“One is the loyal drone group. I want seven new loyal drones to protect my safety.”
Black Shell was stunned for a moment: “Classroom is, what do you mean?”
“I want to create a batch of forces that can fight against S-class psionicists as soon as possible.”
Wang Jixuan smiled gently:
“I will report the specific situation to you in the classroom. It's okay to start the classroom today. I'm ready. In addition to these students, Old Fu, Instructor Shell, and other second-generation cyborgs can also attend the class.
“Everyone can just set up a projection here. I know you are all very busy, and you need to coordinate the defenses of various places.
“The enemies are not as simple as they appear. The Blade Beasts did not eliminate all humans, and it is very likely that they have reached a strategic balance at a level you have not seen.”
“Okay,” Black Shell nodded immediately, “I'll take care of it right away! You rest first. There will be at least two second-generation cyborgs on duty here next.”
“I will also need a large amount of special ore later,” Wang Jixuan said, “I will have Zheng De send the list over as soon as possible. I want to use my own methods to strengthen the defense of Fortress 76.”
He wanted to set up a formation, a mountain-protecting formation.
He hadn't considered that a strong enemy like Xing Dian would come as a spy before, which was also a lapse in his thinking.
Learn from your mistakes.
Setting up a mountain-protecting formation and fixed killing and trapping formations for Fortress 76 should allow him to cultivate here for a longer period of time.
Black Shell turned and ran away, constantly saying something on the communication channel.
Zhou Zhengde breathed a sigh of relief beside him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and smiled wryly: “Two S-ranks died in your hands.”
“That is their honor.”
Wang Jixuan couldn't help but yawn and smiled:
“Do you want to learn some self-defense skills? How about coming to my little classroom as the class monitor?”
Zhou Zhengde: … …
“It's not impossible, what skills can I learn?”
“Class administrative management.”
“Forget it, the word 'administration' gives me a headache. I've been asked to read a lot of related books recently.”
“The situation is a bit pessimistic.”
Wang Jixuan also put his hands in his pockets and said softly:
“There are a lot of secrets in the City of Psionics. It was wise for Old Fu not to nuke those six old guys. If the City of Psionics gets out of control, or the current balance of power is broken, a certain type of event is very likely to occur.”
“What event?”
“Psionic awakening.”
Daoist Wang organized his words:
“When I killed Huorong, I deliberately looked at her memory fragments and used some dishonorable means.
“I found something very interesting in it. She is the adopted daughter of the Six Elders, and she was raised by the Six Elders in her early years... I don't know what it's called here, but in our place, it's generally called a cauldron.”
“Cauldron?” Zhou Zhengde was a little confused.
“Even worse than a cauldron.”
Wang Jixuan curled his lips and shrugged:
“There aren't many of these memory fragments.
“I was too ruthless at the time and almost evaporated her soul directly.
“I vaguely saw the process of her awakening.
“A stone wall, surrounded by water. She was kneeling naked in front of the stone wall, and flames constantly flickered on the stone wall to form characters. Then she mastered the method of becoming a flame emissary. Flame emissary is her own understanding, which is the kind of flame giant.
“One of the Six Elders, a woman who looked like she was in her forties, stood behind Huorong and knelt down and saluted the stone wall when Huorong was about to faint.
“There is a strange existence behind the stone wall, most likely a spiritual cultivator, but it is impossible to determine its state.”
“The Six Elders are backed by spiritual cultivators?” Zhou Zhengde asked with wide eyes, “Is it true?”
“Not guaranteed,” Wang Jixuan pondered for a few seconds, “I'm speculating. This spiritual cultivator may not be in an awakened state. However, I do know a place where there must be information about spiritual cultivators.”
“Where?”
“The cave where the pillar-level Blade Beast sleeps.”
Zhou Zhengde rolled his eyes: “You might as well just kill me.”
On the supply vehicle in front, Ling Tong had already put on her mechanical arm, opened the door and jumped down, looking at Wang Jixuan with a cold face.
“Wang Zheng, we need to talk.”
