Chapter 131 You came and you want to leave?

Wang Jixuan stared at the drone footage shown by Mudan, his mind wandering as he watched the figure walking towards the camp.

The Blade Beast has indeed come to negotiate.

The identity of Black Storm can no longer be used.

His previous ambush at the bottom of Fortress 76, where he stormed into the young king’s nest and defeated the immature general-level blade beast, has probably been exposed.

but……

“Peony, go and keep watch outside the camp. Tell it to wait a while. I have some things to do here.”

“Uh, sir,” Peony said, somewhat taken aback, “this is on record; it’s the first time a Blade Beast has ever initiated a conversation with a human!”

“Negotiations should also follow a first-come, first-served order.”

Wang Jixuan snorted:

“Go ahead, but don’t let it get close to the military camp. Your combat strength should be enough to wipe it out directly; it’s just a mimicry blade beast.”

“yes!”

Peony replied rather seriously:

“Peony will certainly treat this moment of civilizational and historical significance with utmost care!”

She gave a proper military salute, then turned and rushed out of the medical tent.

“Old Zheng! Keep an eye on the gate, don’t let anyone get close!”

“No problem!”

Wang Jixuan glanced at the images on the projection screen, shook his head, looked down at the unconscious A-level psychic, clasped his hands together, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and a halo of Buddhist light appeared behind his head.

Reciting scriptures is not for acts of kindness;

I only wish to guide those who have no heart.

The second victim of Mahayana Buddhism has been born today!

…

“A Mimic Blade Beast? It’s come to the edge of Fortress 82 on its own initiative? It wants to talk to Black Storm?”

When Zhou Zhengde received this news, he thought he had misheard.

He grabbed the communicator and rushed towards the door of the ‘cell,’ shouting outside, ‘I want to see my grandfather!’

The guard outside was taken aback for a moment, then immediately replied, “Yes, Captain Zhou, we’ll prepare a car for you right away!”

More than ten minutes later, Zhou Zhengde rushed into the heavily guarded D5 command center building, which was filled with a large number of autonomous guard robots, and was taken underground by a senior staff officer.

He was led to a secluded small conference room, where seven or eight old generals stood or sat, remaining silent and staring at the large screen hanging on the wall.

The scene on the screen looked a bit eerie.

The Sari Desert is silent and peaceful in the darkness, with sand dunes resembling sleeping giant monsters, ready to devour the last green life on the edge of the desert.

Three large multi-rotor attack drones hovered in the night sky, concentrating their light on a narrow ten-square-meter area.

There were two figures there.

The maid, Peony, dressed in a black maid outfit, paired with cat ear headbands, white stockings, and red-soled black high heels, knelt on a checkered tablecloth. In front of her was a square tray containing two cups of tea made from industrial tea essence.

In front of the peony stood a ragged, emaciated old man.

The old man’s eyes, now covered by a thin white crystalline film, no longer concealed, exuded a terrifying aura, and the structure of his body was displayed on the screen.

The old man in the picture has a high-level mimicry beast inside his body.

In front of the screen, Zhou Zhengde heard a gentle call.

“Zhengde is here?”

An old man greeted them with a smile:

“Come over here, the real show hasn’t started yet.”

“Hey,” Zhou Zhengde said cautiously as he moved forward.

Fu Jian, sitting in the main seat, turned his head to look at him, simply nodded, and then picked up the walkie-talkie to ask, “Has the Black Storm not arrived yet?”

Ling Tong’s voice rang out in the center of the screen: “The modification surgery on the A-level psychic is not yet complete.”

“Okay,” Fu Jian said simply, “Then let’s follow his pace and not rush him.”

“Yes!” Ling Tong answered crisply.

Zhou Zhengde was somewhat puzzled: “What A-level psychic?”

A kind-faced old strategist chuckled, “Two psionicists have just surrendered to Fortress 82. Their brain self-destruct chips have been easily removed by the Black Storm. We plan to use them as propaganda material.”

“Surrender? Grade A? What a huge gain!”

Zhou Zhengde pointed to the screen and muttered to himself:

“Then what about this monster?”

A few elderly people gave a brief introduction:

“This is a high-level mimicry blade beast. It should be a preacher who has taken over the body of a resident of a scavenger camp and traveled over a hundred kilometers to get here. Its body is on the verge of collapse.”

“Because it was a single, small target, our radar failed to detect it in advance.”

“However, when he approached within three kilometers of the fortress, he deliberately sent out a biowave to the fortress’s surface camp. Many soldiers heard it say… Black Storm, let’s talk.”

Wow!

Zhou Zhengde’s expression was full of admiration:

“His charisma has even spread to the Blade Beasts!”

A group of grown men turned to look over, and the five old-fashioned humanoid mechs looked at them with a hint of doubt.

The real black seashell muttered to Fu Jian, “Commander, are you sure there’s no problem with your grandson’s orientation?”

“He dares! Break his legs!”

Fu Jian snorted coldly, and Zhou Zhengde’s legs almost went weak. He stood obediently to the side watching the screen, not daring to say another word.

A split screen appeared in the corner of the screen, showing Wang Jixuan and Ling Tong getting into an off-road vehicle and speeding towards the desert.

Wang Jixuan was still dressed in the classic Black Storm outfit: a black combat uniform and a black tactical helmet, leaning back in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, resting.

Fu Jian picked up the walkie-talkie: “Ling Tong, ask him what he wants to do.”

Ling Tong’s voice immediately came through the big screen.

“The Commander-in-Chief asked what you planned to do?”

“I don’t know,” Wang Jixuan said simply. “Has the Blade Beast never communicated with humans before?”

“Never on the surface.”

“They clearly have the ability,” Wang Jixuan clicked his tongue, “but they’re probably too arrogant, thinking that humans are no match for them.”

Ling Tong asked, “Then why is it coming over now?”

“Perhaps their plans were thwarted,” Master Wang sighed. “We’ll find out the details by talking to them… Is there a rule here that envoys are not killed in war?”

“without.”

“That’s good,” Wang Jixuan said, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Ling Tong stepped on the brake, and the off-road vehicle began to slow down. The noise from the multi-rotor drone pounded in their ears. Wang Jixuan stared at the ‘old man’ with white membranes in his eyes from afar.

“You…have come…”

Spiritual communication?

Wang Jixuan looked at Ling Tong: “Did you hear what he said?”

“I heard you.”

“That must be a mental transmission of information. You can help me prove it later, so that Lao Fu and the others don’t misunderstand that I’m having an affair with the Blade Beast.”

Ling Tong nodded calmly.

He didn’t seem nervous at all.

…

Wang Daozhang sat casually in the spot where Mudan had made way for him. Mudan’s built-in skin-heating function had already made the cushion very warm.

He looked into the old man’s eyes and took the initiative to ask:

“Blade Beast?”

The old man opened his mouth directly and spoke in a strange, low, and slow voice:

“A spiritual practitioner?”

Master Wang was taken aback.

Spiritual practitioners? Does that refer to them, the monks?

He stared at the old man, pondering deeply, and asked in confusion, “What are you talking about? A spiritual practitioner?”

“Spiritual practitioners, nemesis, battle.”

‘Blade Beast’ simply said:

“You have awakened.”

Wang Jixuan sneered: “Can you put your words together? Is this all the communication skills the negotiator sent by the Blade Beast has?”

The old man took a deep breath and then tried harder to speak:

“We will eliminate you… by forcing humanity… They… are utterly vulnerable…”

“Hiding here… is useless…”

“If you… come back with me now… pledge allegiance to our king… we… can temporarily spare… these humans…”

Wang Jixuan picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He probably understood.

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The Blade Beast has a nemesis whom it calls the Spirit Cultivator. They use the word ‘awakening,’ which suggests that the Spirit Cultivator may have been asleep before.

What the Blade Beast Messenger said next was nothing more than a blatant threat.

Ling Tong suddenly spoke up: “The Commander-in-Chief means that humanity will do everything in its power to protect this hope.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Wang Jixuan nodded, looked up at the ‘old man’, and said calmly:

“You’ve heard what the human commander meant, so I don’t need to say anything more.”

“You are still very…weak…”

“I am not the spiritual practitioner you are talking about.”

Master Wang smiled nonchalantly:

“I am Blackstorm, a psionicist created by the military, a young man living in the Fortress Age.”

“What spiritual practitioners are has nothing to do with me, but I am now your enemy, and I will also practice the belief of helping the weak and punishing the strong.”

“If you want to fight, then fight; if you want to wage war, then wage war. Why bother with this pretense and only make us a laughing stock?”

The old man nodded: “Because… you are a spiritual practitioner… you have the right to speak with us… we will… launch a war in ten days…”

“I should say,” Ling Tong said calmly, “that we will be able to encircle and annihilate the Blade Beast horde in ten days.”

The ‘old man’ did not respond.

Wang Jixuan suddenly asked, “By the way, you’ve already sent the message back, right?”

The old man asked, “Do you want to back out?”

“Go to hell with you!”

Wang Jixuan suddenly lunged forward and, amidst the ‘old man’s’ visibly surprised expression, delivered a powerful blow to the old man’s chest with a Black Tiger Heart Strike.

The old man was thrown backward, spitting out black blood!

Wang Jixuan strode forward, his body leaping up like a cheetah. His eyes flashed with divine light. He transformed his fist into a palm and pushed forward, causing a blue ripple to spread from top to bottom. The old man’s back exploded, and a black ball stretched out its huge, colorful wings.

Preacher!

Especially Vajra, indestructible and indestructible, the wheel of all laws, emerging to subdue demons!

Wang Jixuan was bathed in golden light, like a dragon-taming Arhat descending to earth. His inner energy condensed in his palm, and a demon-slaying dagger appeared in his hand without him even noticing!

The Blade Beast was about to unleash a mental attack!

Wang Jixuan swung his arm forward, his figure passing by it!

The spotlight followed, and just as the automatic cannon was about to fire, the preacher, whose wings had just spread, split open and fell helplessly to the ground.

Master Wang returned and skillfully extracted a fist-sized crystal core from the Blade Beast’s body, smiling with satisfaction.

This trip was worthwhile.

Ling Tong, who hadn’t moved an inch from beginning to end, couldn’t help but frown and ponder.

The Blade Beasts have declared war on them.

In a small room of the D5 theater command headquarters.

Fu Jian leaned back in his chair and pondered carefully. He said in a low voice, “The entire war zone shall enter a state of high alert. Prepare to activate the contracted soldiers. All autonomous legions shall enter a state of readiness and complete the maintenance as quickly as possible.”

“yes!”

Zhou Zhengde pondered for a few moments.

A spiritual cultivator, the nemesis of the Blade Beast… Good heavens, he really guessed right!

…

‘Is “spiritual cultivator” the term used by the Blade Beasts to refer to cultivators?’

Late at night, Wang Jixuan, having completed a round of cultivation, began to ponder this question seriously.

He returned to the supply vehicle. Ling Tong’s transport plane was not far away, and a large number of special forces were stationed around it.

Although Lao Fu told him to focus on research and development, Master Wang’s claim that he wasn’t worried at all was definitely a lie.

After all, this round of attacks by the Blade Beasts was launched against him, a’spiritual cultivator’, which made him slightly uneasy.

Ten days.

This is the deadline given by the Blade Beast, and it may not be reliable.

Wang Jixuan had just returned from the negotiations when he received news from the front lines—the Blade Beast horde on the outskirts of the D5 war zone had begun to assemble, and several King-level Blade Beasts had left their lairs at the same time to reorganize their Blade Beast army underground.

The humans have begun bombing these Blade Beast hordes, but the Blade Beasts also have defensive fortifications, so this bombing is just scratching the surface.

‘So, there really is a civilization that coexists with bladed beasts, and they’re called spiritual cultivators?’

‘Spiritual cultivators are definitely not psychics. Psychics are created through infusion; they are completely invisible to the Blade Beasts. Spiritual cultivators, on the other hand, are capable of cultivation, and might even possess a complete cultivation system.’

‘Good heavens, Zhou was right? An alien civilization with companion beasts exists?’

Master Wang was slightly bewildered.

He pondered what he should do next.

The time was indeed too tight.

The mass production of the Demon-Slaying Dagger is not yet complete, and it will be difficult to achieve any constructive results in the next ten days.

We can build several drone arrays. After repairing the array bases from last time and replacing the crystal cores, most of them can still be used. Maybe we can use them to create a powerful blade beast later.

What else?

In terms of tactics and strategies, human militaries are more professional.

Let’s cultivate ourselves.

Even if it means forcing growth, I need to reach the Return to Truth Realm as soon as possible. There’s no way to build a solid foundation in the Gathering Spirit Realm anymore.

The Returning to Truth Realm, in contrast to the Gathering of Spirit Realm, represents a comprehensive improvement of the soul, spirit, and body. In particular, upon reaching the perfection of the Gathering of Spirit Realm, one’s spiritual power greatly increases, and the soul will transform into the Primordial Soul.

As for those students of Xing Tian…

I don’t have time to deal with them right now.

Wang Jixuan thought for a moment and then sent a message to Ling Tong.

He wants to return to Fortress 76 to attempt the breakthrough, as it is relatively safe there. In the meantime, he can also acquire as many Crystal Core Greatswords as possible to equip humanity’s elite combat forces.

‘Should we switch to demonic arts? Demonic arts do offer faster advancement. We can figure out a way to switch back later.’

Master Wang pondered for a long time.

He was considering using the Blade Beast Core to upgrade, but he was still hesitant.

“As expected, there are only two ways to use demonic arts: zero times or countless times.”

Wang Jixuan closed his eyes, concentrated, and carefully recalled.

The Demonic Heavenly Fiend Technique is too domineering. It’s fine to use it in emergencies, but practicing it exclusively will inevitably affect one’s temperament, eventually turning one into a murderous maniac.

That’s even more terrifying than the Blade Beast.

He wanted to find a technique in his memories that would allow him to use the remnants of Blade Beasts to enhance his own primordial spirit power and the flesh and blood of Blade Beasts to improve his own Dao body, making full use of the resources of these Blade Beasts without having to bear the cost of demonic arts.

Within ten days, he will surely enter the Realm of Returning to Truth!

Just as the Taoist priest was raging, his spiritual sense suddenly detected that Zheng Shiduo was pushing Wu Man out of the transport plane and rushing over here.

The boy’s eyes held a hint of hesitation, as if he had something on his mind and wanted to confide in someone.