No Power Grabs, Only Seeking Justice!

Wang Jixuan had already figured it out before he left.

If Old Fu called him over for something frivolous again, like just a teppanyaki dinner, he'd just slide right in...

It wouldn't matter, he could just see Combat Machine.

Ling Tong was getting busier and busier, and they barely saw each other. It would be great to meet up this time.

When Wang Jixuan arrived on the first floor, Ling Tong was waiting by the elevator doors, hands behind her back, leaning against the wall.

She had clearly dressed up for the occasion today, wearing her favorite tight jeans, a light gray short shirt with a few rips on the shoulders and cuffs, and platform shoes that gave her already tall frame a near-comic book proportion. Her lightly made-up face had lost some of the battle-hardened look, replaced by a delicate, touchable softness.

With the mechanical arm covered in realistic skin, it lost some of the jarring impact of metal and flesh stitched together, but it also made her less aggressive.

When interacting with Ling Tong, most people subconsciously ignored her age because her aura and gaze were too sharp.

In reality, she was only twenty-two this year.

Ling Tong first gave a slight nod to Peony behind Wang Jixuan, a silent greeting, then looked Wang Jixuan up and down and said softly:

"You look well."

"Why do you suddenly look so pretty?"

Wang Jixuan, who always told the truth, proactively extended his right hand.

Ling Tong clearly froze for a moment.

She glanced left and right, offered her right hand, then realized something was wrong and quickly switched to her left.

"I have a mechanical arm... it simulates touch..."

"I see others do it this way," Wang Jixuan calmly explained as he took her left hand.

As his fingertips brushed against it, there was indeed an undeniable mechanical feel.

Wang Jixuan calmly walked forward a few steps, and a patrol of soldiers appeared ahead.

Ling Tong whispered, "Mind the military camp atmosphere."

Daoist Wang naturally let go of Combat Machine's hand, only to notice a blush spreading beneath her crystal-clear skin.

Was she shy?

That was quite interesting.

"What does the Commander-in-Chief want with me again?" Wang Jixuan casually started a new topic.

Ling Tong immediately returned to her usual demeanor: "A Commander-in-Chief level meeting is being held at the Surface Camp of Oriole Highland Fortress No. 39, the fortress that was previously annihilated by Blade Beasts."

"Why would they call me to a meeting like this?"

"We need Black Storm to make an appearance," Ling Tong said quickly. "Attending this meeting are the Commanders-in-Chief of Comprehensive War Zones 4 through 9. A retired Vice Marshal from D1 Comprehensive War Zone is also coming."

"No one from D2 and D3?"

"They tried to send two Vice Marshal-level officials aligned with Psionic Capital, but the Commander-in-Chief refused."

"I understand, so everyone attending is one of us."

Wang Jixuan turned and called out to Peony, who had deliberately stayed ten meters behind:

"Bring me the new black suit I made."

--The other members of the Peak Maid Group were still on duty at the front lines, so Peony had to handle this herself.

Fu Jian was waiting for him in the transport plane. There was no need for pleasantries upon meeting; he threw a stack of documents at Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan felt his head spin as he read them all the way.

The documents Fu Jian gave him detailed the internal power structures of the various war zones.

Each major war zone was a "dog's breakfast" internally.

While the overall trends in the Comprehensive War Zones were relatively simple, either leaning towards Fu Jian's D5 or the Six Elders of Psionic Capital;

In reality, each Comprehensive War Zone had differing opinions.

Aside from War Zones D1, D2, and D3, most officers in the other major war zones considered issues from a Human perspective. Overall, whoever could lead humanity to victory, or bring greater hope, would gain their support.

As the transport plane was about to land, Wang Jixuan hadn't even finished a third of the paper documents. He simply stopped reading.

He rubbed his forehead and muttered, "Old Fu, just tell me directly, what am I supposed to do today?"

"You don't have to do anything. Just watch. I need you to witness and understand the internal opinions of humanity," Fu Jian's mechanical face remained stern.

Wang Jixuan widened his eyes. "Then why did you have me read these documents?"

"In case you felt curious."

Ling Tong in the back seat pursed her lips and smiled.

Wang Jixuan: ...

Damn it.

Regarding this meeting, Wang Jixuan had some prior impression; Peony had reported on it a few times.

He changed into the classic Black Storm suit, with Ling Tong on his left and himself on his right, following behind Fu Jian as the grand finale entering the venue.

The venue was generally oval-shaped, with a large round table set up for dozens of seats.

This was the Fortress Era, where military power overshadowed politics, but every time a meeting of this caliber was held, representatives from the Comprehensive War Zone's Joint Governance Conference were indispensable.

--Half the people were just there to make an appearance and spout platitudes.

As Wang Jixuan entered, all eyes in the hall immediately focused on him.

The dozen or so Marshal- and Vice Marshal-class figures from the Human Faction present had, more or less, learned of Black Storm's exploits and knew some of the intelligence.

Fu Jian arrived at the table.

"Stand up!" Dongfang Zhenghong shouted from a corner.

Amidst the sound of chairs being pulled, a group of old-fashioned Half-Human Mechs and white-haired politicians rose in unison, performing the Human Faction's military salute along with Fu Jian.

Stirring music erupted from the four sides.

This music had no lyrics, yet it conveyed an indescribable sense of solemnity.

Many of the younger Marshals looked at Fu Jian with increased fervor in their eyes.

Fu Jian simply said, "Sit."

The group took their seats, their postures more formal than before.

Zhang Huanying, beside Fu Jian, began to preside over the meeting, announcing the agenda. Two teams of Mechs waited outside the door, all Loyal Wingman series models, weaker than Peony.

After some necessary, tedious opening ceremonies, Fu Jian took the microphone.

"Old rules, long story short. Us gathering together is inherently a dangerous thing, but this time, I felt it necessary to call you all here."

"First, I'll show you a few things."

The Mechs brought in twelve Crystal Core Greatswords, all early versions manufactured by Wang Jixuan.

Fu Jian did not bring out the strongest batch of greatswords.

To prevent accidental activation and injury, the Mechs remained on standby throughout to protect these Marshals.

Soon, the meeting entered its first wave of fervent discussion.

"Can this kind of weapon be modified for ranged combat?"

"What's the cost of production?"

"How's the durability? Still, cold weapons are too impractical. They're fine for assault teams, but it's hard to form a battlefield-disrupting force."

"Old Fu, where did you get this stuff? Did you really dig up some ancient ruins? This thing doesn't seem to be made of any precious alloy. Being able to channel psionic energy is the most important part."

Fu Jian leaned back in his chair, a relaxed smile appearing on his face. He said with a laugh, "Black Storm."

The generals and marshals looked at Wang Jixuan with admiration.

After the first round of demonstrations, Fu Jian signaled for the various war zones to collect these greatswords as participation souvenirs.

Then, he continued, "Huanying is also here, and you all must be curious why she hasn't appeared in a long time."

Everyone nodded.

Zhang Huanying then stated, "The reason for inviting you all here, especially the Commanders-in-Chief of each war zone, is also to help you comrades extend your lives."

The Mechs brought out trays, each holding a total of sixteen Crane Origin Pills.

Each attending old Half-Human Mech received one.

The Mechs operated with precision. The old Marshals, trusting Fu Jian, didn't say much, only quietly experiencing it.

The venue fell silent for about an hour.

This was the necessary time for healing.

As Wang Jixuan dozed off beside them, the entire venue suddenly became noisy.

A group of old Marshals surrounded Fu Jian. Fu Jian, however, smiled, arms crossed, leaning comfortably in his chair, his expression one of utter satisfaction.

"Old Fu! Give me five! Five is enough! I'll take out my own core components and let you kick them around like a ball!"

"Brother, where did you get this stuff? Did you really tame the Spiritual Practitioners? Awesome, big bro!"

"Commander-in-Chief! We need three over here! Urgently!"

Fu Jian calmly raised a hand to signal for quiet, and the surroundings immediately fell silent.

"It's not that I'm deliberately holding back or overcharging. We're all warriors fighting for the survival of humanity, and we should help each other."

"It's just that this thing is extremely precious, the raw materials are hard to find, and the output is limited."

Fu Jian said seriously:

"Black Storm worked for two months without eating or drinking, and the product has already been used up by you all."

"I have a list here, it's in the appendix of your meeting materials. Don't worry, it's not the high-priced consumables we use, but the special ores needed to make these 'Crane Origin Pills' and Crystal Core Greatswords."

"These plant-based materials are widely distributed, but their quantity is very small."

"Bring the materials, wait for the time, and I will send you the Crane Origin Pills."

The marshals returned to their seats and began flipping through the documents they had previously ignored.

Wang Jixuan's request for crystal cores above the General-Class, various ores, and various medicinal herbs was all listed in this table.

Daoist Wang's eyes behind his helmet... gleamed brightly.

Old Fu is truly cunning.

Now, he effectively possessed cultivation supplies for more than half of humanity's territory!

Fu Jian clapped his hands for the third time, and the third batch of mechs entered, carrying boxes.

Fu Jian said calmly, "The items I've prepared for you today are all out now. Don't say I'm deliberately being coy, take a look."

"Old Fu, where did you get so many good things?"

"Black Storm, are you interested in becoming a great treasure in our war zone?"

"No wonder, Old Fu, you've been acting like you've had too many hormones lately, directly confronting the Psionic Capital. If I suddenly got these new technologies, I would have already kicked their asses! It's amazing you could hold back until now!"

"What is this?"

"The first level transformation diagram of the Seven Star Sword Array?"

A buzz went through the room.

Fu Jian raised his hand to signal for quiet and said calmly, "This is today's main event, and the reason I called you all here. Given the current situation in the D1 Comprehensive War Zone, this transformation diagram will not be shared with you for now. I hope you understand... Alright, everyone must now guarantee me and swear with your most cherished possessions."

"Swear to what? Do we need to swear with our relationship?"

"You must swear... Under any circumstances, these items in your hands can only be used by Half-Human Mechs and mechs, and must not fall into the hands of the Psionic Capital."

Fu Jian said calmly:

"If the situation weren't so dangerously dire, I wouldn't be so eager to promote it.

"This type of sword array is just beginning to be implemented in our war zone.

"What you are receiving now is its most basic version. I am implementing the intermediate version in the D5 Half-Human Mech unit. Its complete form is the advanced version. Without Black Storm's permission, we cannot promote it on a large scale for now.

"As for its combat effectiveness... Ling Tong, I'll leave that to you."

Ling Tong took a shallow breath, stood up straight, and replied with a steady voice, "Yes!"

She was clearly a little nervous, but this nervousness quickly turned into excitement. She marched with standard military steps to the open space in the center of the oval conference table and activated the holographic projection.

"All commanders, please pay attention. I will play three combat videos, which will be from my first-person perspective, an overhead view, and a slow-motion analysis of the sword array.

"These three combat videos were taken from three battles where we encircled and suppressed King-Class Blade Beasts, and we achieved victory in all of them!"

The holographic projection immediately enlarged, covering half of the conference hall, making it feel as if one was on the battlefield, charging forward with fifteen-meter-tall mechas.

Ling Tong provided detailed explanations.

Wang Jixuan watched with great interest. Due to the interplay of light, Ling Tong seemed to glow at this moment.

If the announcement of the Crystal Core Greatsword, a psionic weapon that could utilize Blade Beast Crystal Cores and mobilize ambient psionic energy, had already invigorated the commanders present.

Then, the commanders who had personally experienced the effects of the Crane Origin Pill had already seen a glimmer of hope.

It was a hope that would allow the Human faction's strength to increase in a short period, allowing those veteran soldiers with outstanding merits and extremely rich combat experience to return to the battlefield and counterattack the Blade Beasts.

Now, the announcement of the Seven Star Sword Array and the demonstration of its combat effectiveness had driven these commanders to near madness.

Ling Tong spent over half an hour introducing it.

Most of these commanders were Fu Jian's juniors, and they didn't put on airs in front of him. They began to experience it personally.

Under Ling Tong's guidance, they experienced the basic positional changes. Then, they put on the special Bagua Plates that Wang Jixuan had made for the Half-Human Mech group. While experiencing the positional changes, they felt each other's positions and sensed the psionic energy revolving around them.

When they picked up the Crystal Core Greatswords and moved according to the positions again, the crystal cores on the greatswords resonated directly!

A group of white-haired old men and women earnestly studied and experienced the wonders of this, making the scene somewhat comical.

This meeting, which should have been serious and dull, almost turned into a martial arts brawl.

Wang Jixuan sat in the corner, a hint of smugness rising in his Dao Heart, which he then suppressed.

He smiled nonchalantly, his state of mind returning to peace.

If he had created all these things himself, then he could indeed be proud.

These were merely some introductory items he had brought from the cultivation world, and he had only made adaptive improvements.

Not seeking power, only seeking righteousness.

After this meeting, the internal pressure faced by the Human faction from the Psionic Capital would undoubtedly soar!

By the time Wang Jixuan returned to his studio, it was already evening.

He felt somewhat exhausted.

The final part of the meeting was a meal together. Several war zone commanders, who held political positions similar to Fu Jian's, vied for his attention.

This was far more tiring than attending the Supreme Elder's birthday banquet, which occurred once every hundred years and lasted at least half a month.

Ling Tong had already rushed to the front line to teach the combat machines the Seven Star Sword Array.

Everyone in the studio was busy.

Wu Man was working on the formation base for the Mountain Protection Grand Formation. The formation would be ready in about three to four days and could protect levels one through fourteen.

Uncle Tai and several old scholars were researching improvements to the production line for the Demon-Breaking Dagger.

Wan Xiaoqi had pulled Gao Huating into a corner to play video games.

Gao Huating suddenly froze, turning to glare at Wang Jixuan, who had just climbed through the window.

Black Wind!

Wang Jixuan took off his helmet, tossed it onto the coat rack in a nearby corner, hummed a little tune, unbuckled his tactical gloves, and removed the 'Zhou Tiantian' mask from his face.

Ahhh—freedom.

Huh?

Daoist Wang felt a gaze that was off, and he looked up, meeting the wide-eyed, open-mouthed, shocked stare of Gao Huating.