Armory

Although this armory had been given to him by Xia Hong as a reward, and was also an open scheme trap meant to confine him, there should not have been anything unusual about it.

Still, one must not be without vigilance. What if there were dangerous mechanisms within the armory, some certain-death predicament? Would he not be walking straight into a trap?

"Heir Apparent, please wait a moment. Pang San will open the door at once."

Pang San accepted the Armory Key from Duàn Yì, his heart pounding with excitement. He shifted his bloated, corpulent body over to the pale gray gate, inserted the bronze-colored key into a tiny keyhole at its center, then twisted it with practiced ease.

The clacking of turning gears rang out. A faint tremor came from the ground beneath their feet, and the flowers and grass swayed.

The mechanisms had activated.

Soon, the armory gate, weighing over a thousand catties and seemingly impervious to all force, slowly rose from beneath the ground. It revealed an open entrance two meters wide and over ten feet tall. Its exquisite precision made Duàn Yì feel as though he had returned to that technologically advanced era of his previous life.

"Heir Apparent, this gate, along with the entire armory, was forged by a master of the Mohist School. That is why its mechanisms are so ingenious, as though formed by nature itself. Please."

When Pang San turned back and saw Duàn Yì's astonished, puzzled expression, he secretly felt pleased with himself. On the surface, however, he remained deferential as he explained.

Just like the Daoists, Buddhists, Confucians, and other schools, the Mohist School was also a doctrine founded by one who had attained Great Accomplishment.

Though this school was not skilled in martial arts, its Art of Mechanisms stood