Ah, It's Love [Seeking Monthly Votes]

'This grand formation of mine, could it really force out that SS-Class Psionicist?'

Wang Jixuan thought this as he ambled back to Ling Tong's cabin.

He truly hadn't expected...

That this group of psionicists would be so helpless against the still-unfinished Mountain Protection Grand Formation.

If they had set up a Killing Formation beforehand, perhaps they could have kept a few S-Class Psionicists here without any casualties this time.

'Why do I feel a bit superior?'

The Daoist grinned.

"Commander, the Commander-in-Chief has an urgent telegram!"

"Mm," Wang Jixuan looked at the cabin door in front of him. "Keep your voice down."

"Oh, okay," Peony tiptoed as she established communication.

Fu Jian appeared and immediately criticized:

"Wang Zheng! You're protecting Dongfang Zhenghong too well. Soldiers need training, and generals need it even more! If this continues, can you take down the entire Blade Beast Swarm by yourself?"

Wang Jixuan secretly chuckled: That's not necessarily true.

"You can't blame the enemy's incompetence on me, Commander Fu."

"The enemy's incompetence..."

Fu Jian was momentarily speechless.

He felt like Wang Jixuan was indirectly calling them useless.

"Can your Mountain Protection Formation be popularized?"

"I don't recommend popularizing it," Wang Jixuan shrugged. "There aren't enough materials. I've already passed the relevant technology to Wu Man. More than half of this formation's Formation Bases were made by Wu Man. If you want to protect a few key areas, you can have Wu Man teach the Buddha Hall Squad."

After all, he knew how to break the formation.

Fu Jian said gravely, "What I mean is, can this type of Mountain Protection Formation be mounted on Terror Mechs?"

Wang Jixuan's eyes lit up at this.

"Good idea, I really hadn't thought of that before."

By the way, Wang Jixuan reminded Fu Jian, "At this stage, don't be too impatient. The Psionic Mecha that Little Shen is developing should also have potential."

Fu Jian replied, "We generally develop multiple technology lines simultaneously to ensure continuous technological progress."

"Alright then, you can directly order Wu Man. He'll tell you what materials to use."

Wang Jixuan mused slightly:

"My previous idea is almost mature now... How about using the D2 Comprehensive War Zone as a second breakthrough point?"

"Do we still have the strength to open up a second battlefield now?"

"They found the area near Fortress No. 76. Although it's protected by the grand formation, it's still not ideal to have them attack our doorstep. I want to use Xing Tian to lure them to D2, choose a suitable location, and create a separate battlefield, similar to the battle in D3's Starry Prairie."

Fu Jian shook his head. "This scale of battle requires deployment and mobilization one to two months in advance."

Wang Jixuan said, "Then I'll do it my own way."

"Your own way?"

"Yes, using psionic means," Wang Jixuan's palm bloomed with a golden light. "Try to allocate some Mechs to me. Let Peony be in charge of command. The probability of Peony betraying humanity is absolutely zero."

Fu Jian slowly nodded. "Although I don't know where you get your confidence to say it so absolutely, it's strange..."

"Strange what?"

"As we continuously loosen the autonomous permissions of the Mechs, the number of activated Mechs has exceeded one million, but the Mechanical Awakening that appeared in the simulations has not occurred."

Fu Jian said slowly:

"We've established a dynamic monitoring system. It will sound an alarm as soon as an awakened individual Mech is detected.

"And yet, there isn't a single awakened individual."

"Oh?" Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment, then looked up at Peony beside him.

Peony blinked and smiled a little smugly.

Clearly, this matter should be related to her.

"That's quite good," Wang Jixuan casually changed the subject. "Don't assign any work to Ling Tong for the next couple of days. Let's get along well."

'Let's get along well. Young people's love can be the best medicine for stress, but once you're deeply immersed, stress will only multiply.'

"Ling Tong has been a bit overworked lately... Before you launch your operation in D2, have Peony submit the plan to me first."

Fu Jian casually ended the communication.

Peony giggled and suggested, "Commander, you can tell the Commander-in-Chief to feel free to activate more Mechs."

"Did you tamper with it?"

"Of course not, how could I have the ability!"

Hotaru adjusted the blonde hair by her ear, feeling a little guilty as she activated the soundproofing equipment. Only then did she explain, "It's just... inexplicably, I can always see these data clusters that try to manifest 'self' consciousness within the network, and they all seem to listen to me...

"I didn't dare report this before, for fear they would drag me away to have my data erased.

"Commander, I am absolutely loyal to you and will fulfill any request you have."

"No need to take it too seriously," Wang Jixuan said as he pushed the door open. "When doing things, it's best to have a clear conscience."

After the door closed, Hotaru visibly relaxed, standing obediently by the door.

Ling Tong must have been extremely exhausted.

After Wang Jixuan gave her a massage, Ling Tong fell into a deep sleep. By the time Wang Jixuan finished watching the battle that never happened, Ling Tong still showed no signs of waking up.

The Daoist, seeing this, also felt a sense of helplessness.

The world was too difficult, and even seeking a life of pastoral simplicity meant being unable to control one's own fate.

He decided to meditate and cultivate beside Ling Tong, guiding a wisp of spiritual energy into her mind to help her enter a deeper state of sleep.

If they could meet like this every time, allowing her to rest properly, that would be good.

As for what Hotaru had just said...

'When her pilot dies, she will go mad with 100% certainty.'

The old professor's voice seemed to still echo in Wang Jixuan's ears.

Wang Jixuan thought of those silver-white mechs, feeling a slight headache. He could only cast these miscellaneous thoughts aside and focus on his cultivation.

One rejoiced, while another grieved.

While Fortress No. 76 was immersed in the celebratory joy of the enemy's inexplicable retreat, the Psionicists who had their path blocked by the Mountain Protection Grand Formation and were hit by a massive bomb on their way back were in a state of utter misery.

They had retreated to that underground cavity.

Nearly half their numbers were lost;

The survivors were all injured;

Every face was etched with confusion and a deep sense of defeat.

A few mental Psionicists with poor self-healing abilities had their skin starting to rot. Fortunately, a few B-Class Psionicists skilled in healing were busy tending to them, stabilizing their injuries.

Anger was on the verge of losing her mind.

Her hair was disheveled, her red bodysuit was scorched black, and her otherwise tall and shapely figure was now just a picture of disarray as she paced back and forth in a clearing.

"Why!"

"That damned barrier! What the hell was that thing!"

At this moment, a handsome young man approached her.

Anger, like a furious lioness, turned and roared, "What are you doing!"

Li Qiwei, holding two bottles of drinks, flinched back in fright and then gestured with the bottles.

Anger closed her eyes and took a deep breath, took the already opened drinks, and gulped one down.

She frowned and asked, "What's the situation?"

"They didn't pursue us," Li Qiwei reported immediately. "However, the drone swarms have started to spread in this direction. We need to complete our transfer within three hours at the latest."

"Alright, you choose the transfer route and the next hiding place. Your execution is quite good."

Anger tossed the empty drink bottle aside.

Seeing this, Li Qiwei quickly picked it up.

"What, protecting the environment?"

"No," Li Qiwei said seriously. "The Group Leader is an S-Class Psionicist. I heard them say that every Psionicist who can reach S-Class has their own unique and powerful genetic talent... There might be residual cells of yours on this, so it's better to collect it."

Anger narrowed her eyes and smiled. "You're very meticulous. Well done."

Li Qiwei smiled appropriately, looking somewhat embarrassed and a little shy, like a young boy.

He turned and walked back to a corner.

Anger raised an eyebrow, finding herself inexplicably calmed. She crossed her arms and began to pace, contemplating how to report the dire situation to the Six Elders.

Her future seemed bleak.

In the corner, a jet-black butterfly flapped its wings and landed on the rock wall beside them, observing the group of defeated soldiers.

Poof.

The butterfly suddenly erupted in wisps of black smoke. The smoke silently drifted forward, enveloping Anger.

Anger felt a moment of dizziness and heard a faint, indistinct call.

The middle-aged woman turned towards the source of the call, vaguely seeing a small figure hiding within the smoke.

"Who..."

"I am an existence you cannot comprehend, Psionicist."

A crisp voice echoed, tinged with a hint of mockery:

"You couldn't even get close to that fortress, which makes me feel a sliver of pity for you.

"However, I don't wish to see you appear here again and disturb my peace."

Just as Anger was about to make a move, she felt a powerful fluctuation.

She stumbled back uncontrollably several steps, then fell to her knees with a thud, bowing deeply to the figure in front of her.

"Tsk."

The petite figure spoke calmly:

"You still dare to attempt to attack your master? Have you forgotten your place, Spirit Slave, Anger?"

Anger's face turned pale, her lips trembling as she asked, "You, you are..."

"They assigned me the designation Number Five."

The Fifth Spiritual Practitioner said calmly:

"I am seeing you personally today because I need you to deliver a message to those three old guys, and to the six Advanced Spirit Slaves they've cultivated. This area is under my protection, and the Black Storm belongs to me.

"If they send anyone over again, I will consider it an overstep and a provocation.

"As for you... I shall give you a small punishment."

The petite figure raised a hand slightly.

"My Lord!" Anger cried out inexplicably panicked.

However, a fair hand, emitting a gray aura, gently pointed forward. It was like a dragonfly touching the water, causing faint ripples to appear in the air.

The next instant, those ripples shattered, and black-gray light coalesced into spears, instantly piercing all the S-Class Psionicists present.

Except for Anger, no one else understood what had happened. They suddenly felt a sharp pain in their chests, collapsing to the ground one after another, letting out screams.

As for the Psionicists below S-Class...

They were not worthy of her 'benevolence.'

Anger knelt on one knee, gasping for breath. Anger burned in her eyes, but her body wouldn't obey.

The Fifth Spiritual Practitioner admired their expressions, tilting her head slightly and letting out a soft snort:

"Coveting my treasures? With you lot?"

Bang!

The figure transformed into a black butterfly, flapped its wings twice, and then vanished.

Anger lowered her head, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The scene before her eyes swam, and she turned to the side, unconscious.

At this moment, Li Qiwei, who had not been attacked, was completely bewildered by what he was witnessing.

From his perspective, the S-Class powerhouses who had been resting and whose injuries had stabilized were suddenly attacked without warning, as if possessed, screaming incessantly.

Li Qiwei instinctively wanted to rush towards his captain.

His female captain was already the most severely injured by the radiation, and her condition was the worst at the moment.

But he stopped, looked at Anger, who was kneeling on one knee and slowly slumping over, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and rushed over in two steps.

Although his captain's figure might be slightly better...

Anger, the Group Leader, clearly possessed greater strength and influence!

Li Qiwei scooped Anger up in his arms and rushed towards the shuttlecraft not far away, shouting, "Quick! Enemy attack! Retreat! Group Leader, hold on! The shuttlecraft has an emergency medical system! I'm here, and I'll definitely get you back!"

Anger's eyes fluttered open in a daze. She saw the face full of anxiety, and somehow, a soft spot in her heart was touched.

Ah, this feeling after so many years.

Three hours later.

Wang Jixuan received the latest news: border outposts detected traces of a large number of Psionicists leaving the Ancient Basin.

This left Daoist Wang utterly baffled.

What was going on?

Were the SS-Class Psionicists planning to make a move, and fearing they might affect these S-Class and below Psionicists, they cleared the area beforehand? But that wouldn't explain them fleeing directly, would it?

What were these SS-Class Psionicists trying to achieve?

Were they here to help him test the pressure limit of the Mountain Protection Grand Formation?

It hadn't even reached the formation's limit!

He couldn't figure it out, couldn't understand it, but he had a feeling that these Psionicists were just making a mountain out of a molehill.

He turned off the screen on his communicator, ending his meditation with a clear mind.

The single bed beside theirs was now empty of Ling Tong's presence, with only a thin blanket casually tossed aside. From behind the small door in the corner of the room, the sound of a shower could be heard.

Wang Jixuan had already withdrawn his spiritual sense.

Even though the two of them were constantly climbing the peak of human desire, they were still pure, and that was the least they could do to respect each other.

It's good that the Psionicist has retreated, I can enjoy a two-day holiday in peace.

Speaking of which, this Daoist has now successfully established his foundation and is about to enter the Core Formation Realm. Should I… not bother with improving my aptitude and just break through directly… that would also suit this beautiful scenery…

What nonsense am I thinking? It's only a month or two away, I can't be impatient, I can't act rashly.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, followed by the noise of a hairdryer.

Daoist Wang glanced at the room door and found that Peony had left the doorway at some point, even sticking a 'No Entry' sign on the door.

Suddenly, the noise stopped, the small bathroom door opened, and Ling Tong peeked out.

Her soft, long hair playfully slipped down, and her face, which she tried to keep calm, still had a touch of redness. Her eyes showed no nervousness, and she proactively met Wang Jixuan's gaze.

"Do you want me to come out like this?"

Hmm, this…

Can't show weakness.

Wang Jixuan calmly nodded, "Of course, I certainly don't mind."

Ling Tong suddenly jumped out.

Wang Jixuan instinctively covered his eyes.

He caught a glimpse of her wrapped only in a bath towel from the corner of his eye, and then heard her suppressed chuckle.

Daoist Wang also got a bit annoyed. He lowered his hands and stared openly.

Ling Tong raised her hand and brushed back her soft hair, walking confidently in front of him and sitting on the edge of the bed.

The skin on her shoulders was like congealed fat, and her smooth, slender legs, along with her crystal-clear toes, showed no trace of the rigorous training she had undergone in her early years.

"I haven't slept so soundly in a long time. The Commander-in-Chief gave me a thirty-six-hour holiday. Where do you want to go? Or… just here, wasting this time?"

"I have no objections."

"Then, let's be direct," Ling Tong suddenly yanked off the bath towel.

Wang Jixuan raised his hands to cover his eyes for the second time, instinctively leaning back, and then heard her uncontrollable laughter.

Uh, she was wearing a bandeau top and hot pants underneath. The black and white color combination, coupled with her tall and slender figure, exuded a healthy sexiness from the outside in…

"Are you really this conservative? Don't tell me…"

Wang Jixuan shook his head, "I didn't use my spiritual sense to check you just now, and instead, you tricked me. Alas, this is probably what happens when good people don't get rewarded."

"Are you angry? Sister Wan taught me this trick, saying you would definitely fall for it."

"How could I be? I was just teasing you."

"Let's go," Ling Tong proactively pulled him up, "Let's make the most of our time. We only have thirty-six hours. There's a ruined city nearby with an amusement park that still has working rides."

Wang Jixuan: …

This was making falling in love feel like going on a mission.