Mohist Disciples Drunkenly Build a Steam Engine, While the Blood Butcher Watches the Blade of Universal Love

Bang!

Bang!

Two more explosions rang out in quick succession. Zhao Cheng followed the sound and saw black smoke billowing on the horizon. Through the smoke, two or three Mohist disciples went flying, trailing clouds of black.

They landed far away with a heavy thud, rolled over a couple of times, and then lay still.

Qin Guli paid them no mind. Limping along, he headed toward the palace, muttering to himself about something Zhao Cheng couldn't make out.

Zhao Cheng walked a few steps closer and looked at the Mohist disciples lying on the ground with their eyes rolled back. Seeing that they had merely been knocked unconscious by the shock, he left them alone.

Then he followed Qin Guli into the palace.

He had more or less figured out what Qin Guli and the others were up to.

Before he left, he had shown Qin Guli the power of steam. That must have opened the door to a whole new world for him, drawing him into the study of steam engines.

But steam engines were no easy thing to research in this era. Their bellows technology was inadequate, and the strength of their steel, the precision of their pistons, and the temperature of their flames all posed problems.

No wonder these Mohist disciples had nearly gone mad in the short time he'd been away.

As Zhao Cheng pressed on, a vast array of mechanisms, made of wood reinforced with gold-plated fittings, came into view.

Most of these mechanisms were made of wood, but their key components were all forged from fine steel.

They looked as if the Mohist disciples had hammered them out by hand, yet their precision was remarkable.

They ran with incredible smoothness, and their power really did come from a coal-burning boiler at the very center.