bookbashuk Chapter 161 Cyber Refiner Jiang Yun
Chapter 161 Cyber Refiner Jiang Yun
Feng Wenyuan stopped and turned to look at Feng Xiaolu, his gaze complex: "Child, your uncle knows you're wronged and don't want to be used as a tool in an arranged marriage. Doesn't your uncle also wish you could be free to choose the person and path you love?"
He raised his hand, seemingly wanting to pat Feng Xiaolu's head, but lowered it halfway, letting out a deep sigh: "But you must understand, the Feng family... is not a monolithic entity, nor is it as glamorous as it appears. On the surface, we are a long-established and powerful cultivation clan with profound foundations. But internally, there is infighting among the various branches, uneven distribution of resources, and externally, there are other forces eyeing us covetously. In recent years, the family has been facing a generational gap, with fewer and fewer young people capable of leading the family. The marriage alliance with the Jiang family of Shu is a strategy strongly promoted by several elders, especially your fourth uncle, who believe it is the most effective way to quickly solidify the family's position and acquire resources."
Feng Xiaolu looked up, her eyes slightly red: "So, I have to sacrifice my happiness?"
Feng Wenyuan looked at Feng Xiaolu's reddened eyes, remained silent for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh.
"Happiness..." he repeated the word, his gaze fixed on the distant, mist-shrouded mountains. "To some, the survival and prosperity of the family is the greatest 'happiness' for all its members. Your parents..."
Upon hearing Feng Wenyuan mention her parents, Feng Xiaolu suddenly looked up.
She returned this time hoping to find out what had happened to her parents back then, but to her surprise, none of the clansmen spoke of her parents' affairs.
Feng Wenyuan shook his head. "Forget it, there's no use saying all this now. Let's see if your junior brother can pull off a turning point for you today."
Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaolu couldn't help but purse her lips.
Sure enough, it happened again.
At this moment, Feng Wenyuan patted Feng Xiaolu on the shoulder, his tone softening again: "Let's go, let's go to the training ground. No matter what, your uncle always wants what's best for you."
Feng Xiaolu felt helpless, but she knew that if they didn't tell her, she wouldn't get any information out of them, so she could only nod.
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The Feng family's martial arts arena is located on the east side of the valley. The ground is paved with hard bluestone, and protective formations are set up around it to prevent the aftershocks of the battle from injuring the spectators.
At this moment, the area around the training ground was already crowded with people.
The main figures from the Feng and Jiang families were all present, standing on either side.
Feng Wenzheng and Elder Jiang Yan sat solemnly on the main viewing platform. Feng Yue and other clan elders looked tense, while the Jiang family members appeared much more relaxed, chatting and laughing, clearly having great confidence in Jiang Yun.
Chen Anran and Jiang Yun were already standing in the middle of the field.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, please."
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, please."
The two stood on the stage, each preening for a more natural defeat, while the other pondered which magical weapon to use...
After much deliberation, Jiang Yun decided to test Chen Anran's strength first, while Chen Anran silently summoned his thousand-year-old peach wood sword.
Jiang Yun was surprised to see that Chen Anran suddenly had an ancient peach wood sword in his hand, but he quickly composed himself.
Jiang Yun said with a lonely air of a master, "I originally heard that you had a very powerful magic weapon, and I thought we were kindred spirits. But as soon as I saw the wooden sword you brought out, I knew that we were not on the same path."
"...We were never on the same path."
Jiang Yun didn't understand the implication in Chen Anran's words. He shook his head, a hint of melancholy on his face, as if he were the only one who was sober while everyone else was drunk.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, times have changed. We cultivators must also evolve our art of weapon crafting. How can we grasp the true essence of the Great Dao if we cling to outdated methods? Today, I will show you what a 'new era' magical artifact truly is!"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yun rummaged through his fanny pack and a glittering, futuristic-looking portable handheld fan appeared in his palm.
He pressed a hidden button with his thumb, and the blades of the "mini fan" did not turn. Instead, it emitted a low hum, and the surrounding air instantly became scorching and distorted. An invisible heat shockwave rushed straight towards Chen Anran!
"This is the 'Blazing Sun Fan'! I used aerospace-grade titanium alloy as its frame, with a built-in micro plasma focusing array, and the 'Flame Gathering Array' rune inscription. With a single thought, a raging heat wave can be unleashed!" Jiang Yun introduced loudly, his tone filled with undisguised pride.
Chen Anran: "..."
He swung his peach wood sword, unleashing a bolt of lightning that cleaved through the heatwave. Feeling the temperature, which far exceeded that of ordinary flames, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Using plasma technology to power magical artifacts? Isn't that a bit too far-fetched?
The audience was also stunned.
Feng Yue's eyes widened: "What...what is that thing? A magic artifact? How can it be so strange?"
Elder Jiangyan paused in stroking his beard, his fat face twitching as he tried to remain calm: "Ahem... Yunwa'er... is quick-witted and good at... innovation."
Feng Xiaolu watched from below the stage, dumbfounded, muttering, "I thought he'd at most forge a flying sword with GPS navigation... and now he's going straight for plasma?"
Undeterred by the initial failure, Jiang Yun swiftly pulled out a second "magical artifact" from a handbag resembling a Qiankun bag but bearing the logo of a well-known sports brand—a black device with long antennas... a router?
"Take my second move! 'Thousand Threads Trapping Immortal Formation'!"
Jiang Yun slammed the "router" to the ground, pointing the antenna at Chen Anran. Instantly, countless visible, pale blue rays of spiritual energy shot out like a spider web, wrapping around Chen Anran from all directions. The intertwined rays of light faintly formed a trapping array, emitting fluctuations that bound and interfered with spiritual energy.
"The core of this treasure is made by disassembling 49 of the latest gigabit routers, capturing the essence of 'data convergence,' and replicating the 'Spirit Binding Array' on it. Within the signal coverage area, the flow of spiritual energy is sluggish, and movement is restricted!"
Chen Anran parried the beams of light with his sword, discovering they indeed possessed sticky and interfering effects. If he hadn't released his guardian spirit from his divine sea to resist, he would likely have been entangled. He looked at the router constantly emitting "WiFi signals," a vein throbbing on his forehead: "Fellow Daoist Jiang… when you were refining your artifacts, did you still harbor some obsession with modern communication technology?"
Qi Lan was laughing so hard she could barely stand up straight, and she grabbed Huiming's shoulder: "Hahaha... a router binding immortals... why didn't he just use a signal amplifier as a binding rope? I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter..."
Huiming tried hard to keep his facial expression calm, but his constantly trembling shoulders betrayed him: "Amitabha... Benefactor Jiang... Your idea is unique, this humble monk... has learned a lot."
Seeing that the "router trap" only slightly slowed down Chen Anran's movements, Jiang Yun was not frustrated. On the contrary, he became even more excited, as if he had found a rare "product tester". He stuffed the router back into his bag and took out a round, silver-white thing that looked like a large thermos with several vents on the top.
"Junior Brother Chen, be careful! This is the 'Frost Roar Humidifier Pro Max'!"
He turned the knob at the bottom of the thermos, and a large amount of icy white cold air instantly spewed out from the mouth of the cup. The cold air did not spread, but condensed into a thick frost breath, which rushed towards Chen Anran with the chill that could freeze everything. Wherever it passed, a thick layer of frost formed on the blue stone ground.
"I used Nordic polar condensation technology as the core, combined with the Xuanbing Formation, and added Changbai Mountain spiritual spring water to the water tank! It can not only physically cool down, but also freeze the flow of spiritual energy!" Jiang Yun explained while controlling the "humidifier" to spray continuously.
Chen Anran finally couldn't hold back any longer. While using his movement techniques to dodge this outrageous "frost breath," he complained, "Fellow Daoist Jiang! Are you refining a weapon or doing an appliance review?!"
The Feng family members and Jiang family members below the stage were dumbfounded; they had never seen such a scene in their hundreds of years of cultivation.
Some people wanted to laugh but dared not, their faces turning red from holding it in.