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"Down this cup!"

"Alright!"

That night, in the central area of the Broken Cloud Desert, three Immortal Islands floated in a triangular formation above the entrance to the Ancient Battlefield.

Within the Immortal Palace at the center of the Gun God Palace, dozens of Golden Immortal Elders who enjoy the bustle, and over a hundred disciples from the Three Immortal Palaces, are currently exchanging cups and conversing joyfully.

Wang Jixuan had just erged from the Ancient Battlefield and was brought here by Feng Zheng.

He went to report the battle results to Luoshan Hermit and took the opportunity to consult on a few cultivation issues related to the 'Forging and Casting Supre Secret Technique'.

Master Jian Jiu was still in seclusion seeking enlightennt, undistracted and quite at ease.

Wang Jixuan could clearly sense that Luoshan Hermit's attitude towards him had changed, becoming more gentle, and the voice no longer had the mixed 'effect' of male and female, although it remained sowhat hoarse and deep.

This ti, Wang Jixuan felt he owed Luoshan Hermit a great favor, always thinking of how to repay.

However, no matter how he rephrased it, Luoshan Hermit always replied:

"The dead seek nothing more."

For Luoshan Hermit, it might just be an investnt,

But for Master Wang, it can be said to have completely influenced his cultivation path.

Moreover... there's a vague uncertainty in his heart, unsure of the reason...

Feng Zheng's big hand waved in front of Wang Jixuan, temporarily freeing him from the question.

"What are you thinking about? Enlightening again?"

"No," Master Wang's smile held a hint of fatigue.

Feng Zheng guided him to the table where the core disciples were seated.

Seven or eight 'young' n and won stood up simultaneously.

Every one of them was the 'chief' or 'senior brother/sister' usually high up, and if they could successfully step into the Golden Immortal Realm, they might beco successors of top major powers in the future;

But today, in front of Wang Jixuan, all eight showed gentle smiles.

Even the ice-cold beauty who usually didn't speak showed a slight brightness in her eyes.

"Brother Wang! Take the seat of honor!"

"I dare not," Wang Jixuan seated himself beside Bai Ning, taking Feng Zheng's place, "Brothers and Sisters, please don't, I'm still inexperienced, how could I take the seat of honor?"

Feng Zheng directly grabbed a chair: "Everyone, squeeze a little, squeeze a little."

No one said much, each adjusted their seats to let the chief disciple of the Gun God Palace sit at the main position.

The disciples were eloquent, saying praises to Wang Jixuan, pulling him to exchange cups, as if they had been familiar with each other for a long ti.

So disciples seed unskilled in such interactions, yet were intent on befriending Wang Jixuan. Seeing him raising his cup, they too raised their glasses and drank heartily.

Most of the people present were in the Heavenly Immortal Perfect Realm, just a step or half away from breaking the Life and Death Mysterious Gate, so this Immortal Brew would not make them drunk.

Bai Ning said softly, "Brother Wang, everyone is curious about how you managed to perceive five Sword Intents in succession."

"Is that so?"

Wang Jixuan smiled and diverted the topic:

"It's all due to the fate and opportunity gifted by the elders, truly not worth ntioning.

"However, have any of you noticed any drawbacks in my chanical Army?"

Everyone was indeed also interested in this topic.

"Brother Wang, your chanical Army may not seem strong—I'm saying, each humanoid machine's strength isn't very strong. But their combined combat style, especially the light emitted by the giant cannons, can have such destructive power, it's truly a marvel!"

"And those extraordinarily powerful self-destructive magic artifacts that can instantly create such intense heat in an area, isn't this the Fire Path reaching its pinnacle?"

"I feel that Brother Wang's chanical Army today exposed so issues—I an, facing the barriers released by the Immortal Soldier Formation, the chanical cannons couldn't inflict much direct damage."

The voices across various banquet tables gradually quieted.

Many of the older generation also perked their ears to listen.

Bai Ning asked, "Speaking of which, how did their Hundred Races Army lose today?"

Wang Jixuan chuckled and replied, "It was a kind of extrely tiny chanical insect, each carrying so evil Qi, launching a sneak attack from behind."

"So that's it," Feng Zheng showed a look of realization, "No wonder you ntioned the usefulness of those evil Qi earlier."

Wang Jixuan nodded with a smile.

The technological challenges behind this are tricky, guessing endlessly.

Wang Jixuan said, "The flaws you just ntioned are indeed the issues I'm stressing over, the chanical cannons facing forces above the Heavenly Immortal Realm don't have much noticeable destructiveness."

A 'young' Heavenly Immortal beside him laughed, saying, "Of course, if I were close to your chanical Body, they wouldn't have any opportunity to fire."

Feng Zheng was imdiately a bit dissatisfied hearing this.

Everyone praised Wang Jixuan, and as a fellow disciple, Feng Zheng felt honored.

Now soone stood up to mock, and with a bit of wine, Feng Zheng wasn't indulging.

He said casually, "Junior Brother Guo, what you said is sowhat boastful, if Brother Wang's chanical Army was so easily targeted, the Hundred Races' Four Immortal Palaces with millions of Immortal Soldiers and that group of experts would have succeeded long ago?"

Bai Ning winked at Feng Zheng, hinting him to keep it brief.

However, the Gun God Palace's Guo-nad disciple there beca excited upon hearing this.

He laughed heartily, "Brother Feng, last ti we tied in sparring, and now over sixty years have passed. How about a competition today, to venture into that chanical Body army array?"

"If you want to spar, you can always find , just don't ss with those killing tools amidst them."

Feng Zheng dropped his chopsticks, saying calmly,

"Those chanical bodies are not very strong in themselves; their strength lies in their cooperation, like intricate gears, working seamlessly together.

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