Black Cloak Subdues Mohist Talent, Thorn Garment Bears His Guilt to Handan

Qin Guli pointed at the cylinder. "Setting everything else aside, just consider this device. What if it were used to serve the people—say, to store water for the city or irrigate farmland? What would that mean?"

"This..." Xiangli Qin suddenly realized this was a transformation that would open up a whole new world. His heart trembled.

"Such heaven-shaking secret techniques have endless uses. If they could be spread far and wide, the Mohist School's Mechanism Arts could benefit all under heaven. Mohist learning would become the greatest school of thought of our age, and countless people across the realm could become disciples of the Mohist School."

"Through this art, countless people would never again starve to death in a famine."

"And this is only the tip of the iceberg of what the general described. I can tell he still has many ideas he hasn't shared."

"If he revealed them all, what kind of changes would this world undergo?"

"Never mind that he's nothing like the brutal tyrant the rumors describe. I saw with my own eyes how he used precious pills to treat his subordinates, and I also saw him distribute the wealth of the city's rich families among the poor."

"Even if he truly were as brutal and unkind as the rumors say, so what?"

"Universal love and opposition to aggression—can they compare to benefiting all generations to come?"

Of course, there was one most important point Qin Guli had left unsaid.

Even if you wanted to kill that man, you had to be able to do it first.

That man was so strong he barely seemed human.

The Grandmaster wasn't here. These few Mohist disciples wouldn't even be enough to fill his teeth.

Even if the Grandmaster came, whether he could win was still anyone's guess.

Xiangli Qin