Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 114 - 114 114 Things that fall on the ground cannot be eaten

114: Chapter 114: Things that fall on the ground cannot be eaten 114: Chapter 114: Things that fall on the ground cannot be eaten After all, the Mecha puppet she currently had in Shifang City could only be considered lower class.

In her Qiankun Bag, there were powerful Mechanical Puppets capable of contending with those in Sea Expansion Realm and even Chengling Realm.

Baili An also pretentiously patted the tin sheet beside him.

The moment his palm touched it, the Spirit Stone sealed beneath the metal chest was instantaneously attracted by the power of his palm, and the thousands of runes embedded in the Spirit Stone started to slither like spirit snakes.

The Mecha’s eyes, small as beans, clicked to life, revealing a faint glow of Spiritual Power.

Then it started its weighty advance, standing face to face with the opposing Mecha radiating a golden, luxurious glow.

Watching the distinctly inferior and superior gigantic shadows, Jin Sheng sighed deeply, squatting on the ground with his sword and thinking this young fool was indeed foolish.

Over these ten days, he had repeatedly explained to him how incredibly wealthy and resource-rich Tiangge City was, mentioning that even his Bai Tuo Mountain could not match half of its resources.

Yet, this fool insisted on setting this wager, and now, he had lost the mountain, and couldn’t even grasp a trace of the city.

Could it really be that he had to disgracefully return to Bai Tuo Mountain with a foolish corpse demon?

Lin Yuan was quite pessimistic about this match instigated by Baili An; he was deeply concerned about where Baili An would go if he lost.

Now, hearing Fang Geyu speak without the intention of driving him away, a huge stone settled in his heart.

However, occasionally, when he met Fang Geyu’s teasing gaze, which seemed like a smile but not quite, Lin Yuan’s newly stabilized heart fluttered erratically again.

Fang Geyu calculated that the impressively useless tin sheet, even relying on its mysterious frost-iron material, would not last more than ten seconds before transforming from a chunk of metal to scrap metal.

Alas, no help for it.

She would just eat a few more grapes.

She picked another grape from the plate, skillfully peeling it in two breaths’ time.

Yet, before she could put the peeled skin into her mouth, a terrifyingly high temperature erupted in the space in front of her, twisting and warping the air.

A hurricane mingled fiercely with lightning on top of the somewhat clumsy-looking metal arm, which lifted in a simple, stiff motion, then began its charge.

With a grating screech!

The beautiful broadsword in the golden Mecha’s hand twisted rapidly under the metal arm,

Even the rose patterns on the sword body could not release their stored power quickly enough before deforming along with the sword body.

The exceptionally crafted broadsword bent and flexed like dough, then snapped with a piercing screech.

The eyes in the golden Mecha flashed angrily with a magma color, and its core issued a booming alert—their proximity to a horrifying crisis triggering an instinctive high-temperature self-explosion response.

This design meant that if Mechanical Puppet encountered an unstoppable enemy, it would self-destruct to protect its master unto death.

After all, they were lifeless.

The clumsy metal arm, still enveloped in the hurricane and lightning, remained undamaged even after a blast of scorching wind.

The golden giant melted into a puddle of scrap in the high heat, the molten golden metal slowly covering its clumsy body before dripping onto the ground.

The battle concluded in less than five breaths.

It even vastly surpassed Fang Geyu’s calculated outcome, causing the second grape on her fingertip to drop to the ground before she could eat it.

She straightened her back subconsciously from her boneless, languid posture, her obsidian-like lucid and radiant black pupils trembling in shock.

The incessant chatter of Jin Sheng, squatting under a tree and cuddling the Yuanli Sword, suddenly stopped!

Lin Yuan snorted, barely recovering from choking on the lake water.

Only Lin Guiyuan appeared diligently engaged in digging and planting from the start, as if he had long expected this outcome.

The only change was him slightly lifting his ash-gray eyes amidst the high-temperature wind, then casually averting his gaze again.

“How…

How is this possible?” Fang Geyu felt this scene wholly overturned her understanding of the last sixteen years.

Baili An smiled and responded, “Anything is possible.”

He stepped over to the halted clumsy tin puppet.

His palm rested on its broad back, sensing that the hit had already depleted all of Spiritual Power inside the Spirit Stone.

Fang Geyu’s reaction was incredibly quick, capturing the rapidly dimming glow beneath the puppet’s chest.

Her eyes narrowed sharply, “That’s…

a Spirit Stone!

You crafted this Mecha without making an energy source box, but directly replaced it with a Spirit Stone?!”

This was impossible!

If an ordinary Spirit Stone could produce a Mecha of extraordinary combat power, the technology of fabricating Mechas wouldn’t be monopolized solely by Shifang City.

Shifang City had specialized in Mechanical Technique for a millennium.

Before succeeding, the ancestors of Shifang City had spent a millennium of time researching, finally inventing Mechanical Technique, and establishing the richly endowed Shifang City.

She frowned deeply, clearly unwilling to accept this harsh reality as she looked at Baili An and snorted.

She didn’t think such a simple-minded young man who could only rear deer was a genius surpassing her ancestors.

She attempted to salvage her dignity, “Although I am not sure what kind of technology you used to create such destructive power, the Spiritual Power stored in a Spirit Stone is limited.

Judging by this, it was unmistakably a one-time attack.

Such a technique cannot be considered true Mechanical Technique.”

Baili An, of course, did not mention that the Spirit Stone now lying beneath this Mecha’s chest was just a low-grade Spirit Stone.

If a mid-grade Spirit Stone had been used as the power source, the combat power would have lasted much longer.

Before Baili An could speak, the young lady surprisingly quickly conceded, “Regardless, I lost.

I will not fight for the Mountain Seal anymore, and Tiangge City is yours now.”

As for this outcome, Baili An had no further thoughts, but Jin Sheng under the tree was hit by this abrupt conclusion and was slightly at a loss.

The scorching hot molten metal quickly solidified in the night wind, forming like a pool of golden blood on the surface of the ground.

Fang Geyu’s back went soft, and she lazily reclined back into her wicker chair, watching the mottled night sky and the piteously clear moonlight.

She mocked herself with a laugh, “In the end, this place still doesn’t belong to me, does it?”

Or rather, she never belonged here.

Blinking, she reached out to pick up a piece of wind-fallen dry leaf, holding it in her palm.

Then, as if she remembered something, she bent down and picked up the peeled grape from the ground.

The translucent flesh of the grape was already covered with the dirt of the Mountain Realm, looking somewhat dirty.

She held it hesitantly for a moment, her expression placid as she prepared to eat it.

At that moment, a pair of pale hands appeared in front of her.

Two cold fingers, like those of a dead person, brushed past her warm fingertips and scooped up the grape.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s unclean to pick up food that’s fallen on the ground and eat it?”