214: Chapter 215 A Sudden Change in Art Style? Technology vs. Cultivation?

The curvature shield of the luan niao starship emitted a slight tremor.

It was the kinetic impact generated the moment it broke through the planet's gravitational field and entered the atmosphere of this life-bearing planet.

The clouds were brutally torn apart.

A massive shadow, kilometers wide, like a black curtain blotting out the sky, instantly shrouded the lush mountain range below.

It was a silver-white giant warship, five hundred meters in total length.

It lacked the roar of jet engines and the clunky feel of any traditional spacecraft. It was like a miracle quietly suspended in the air, its hull surface gleaming with a cold metallic luster, while dozens of ferocious secondary guns refracted chilling cold light under the sun.

The mountain range below was named Qingyun Mountain.

It was the holy land for cultivators on this planet.

At the mountain peak, antique halls were arranged in rows, shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.

At this moment, on the plaza of the Qingyun Sect.

Thousands of disciples practicing in the morning simultaneously stopped the swords in their hands.

Everyone looked up in unison.

Looking at the steel behemoth that blocked half the sky, their eyes changed from initial confusion to unparalleled fear in an instant.

"What... is that?!"

"Is it a magical treasure of the Demon Sect? How could there be such a huge magical treasure?!"

"Could this be the legendary... descent of the Heavenly Demon?!"

Panic spread in an instant.

Those Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stage disciples who were usually high and mighty, capable of riding the wind, were now pale with fright.

Their mana, which they took pride in, appeared so pale and powerless before that crushing physical pressure like Mount Tai pressing down.

"What monster is this!"

An aged voice exploded on the mountain peak.

It was the Supreme Elder of the Qingyun Sect, an old monster at the Nascent Soul stage who had been in seclusion for fifty years.

He was seen stepping on a flying sword glowing with cyan light, rushing out from the sea of clouds like lightning, his robes rustling, clutching several talismans emitting terrifying pressure in his hand, with the demeanor of "If I do not enter hell, who will?"

He stared fixedly at the luan niao starship hovering overhead, his beard trembling with anger:

"This is the territory of my Qingyun Sect!"

"Regardless of which Demonic Sect monster you are, if you dare to trespass on my mountain gate, you must ask if the sword in my hand agrees!"

"Get lost! Otherwise, I will make your soul and spirit perish!"

Inside the command center of the luan bird.

Jiang Chen sat on the captain's chair, looking through the holographic image at the little old man standing on a flying sword, wearing a Taoist robe, and glaring at him, his eye twitching uncontrollably.

He picked up the microphone and spread his hands towards Academician Chen Shuyin beside him:

"Old Chen, did I drink too much?"

"Or is the translation chip of my Wasteland system broken?"

"What did he just say? Qingyun Sect? And he wants to make my soul and spirit perish?"

Academician Chen Shuyin pushed up her glasses, looking at the old man stepping on the sword on the big screen, her eyes filled with a scientist's confusion and excitement.

"Data parsed."

Academician Chen Shuyin's voice contained a hint of disbelief, "That is indeed a flight magical artifact. Although its internal structure does not conform to aerodynamics at all, it seems to have achieved flight through some kind of... magnetic field repulsion technology."

"That old man's biological magnetic field intensity is very high, roughly equivalent to... uh, ten times the level of an ordinary person on our side?"

"The point is..."

Academician Chen Shuyin swallowed, "Those pieces of paper (talismans) in his hand have very precise internal structures, as if they store some kind of high-energy excitation signal."

"He is not a monster."

"He is a genuine... cultivator."

Jiang Chen rubbed his face.

This is too absurd.

He thought he was going to receive a dowry and mine some resources, but he ran into a cultivation scene right after getting off the spaceship?

Does this still follow the basic laws of physics?

This is the feeling where I just researched nuclear fusion and am preparing to march toward cosmic civilization, but when I open the door, I find the neighbor next door is busy undergoing a tribulation.

The style has changed abruptly!

"Boss Jiang, what should we do?"

Zhao Gang stood beside him, having already switched to a heavy machine gun, "Should I just break his sword with a burst of fire and see how he flies then?"

Jiang Chen glanced at the old man who was clamoring wildly, a playful smirk curling on the corner of his mouth:

"Break his sword?"

"That's so boring."

"We are a high-tech expeditionary force, not here to act like gangsters."

"Didn't he say I was a 'monster'? Since he is so confident, let's show him... what the power of technology is."

Jiang Chen straightened up, pressed the red button on the weapon console, and shouted softly into the loudspeaker:

"Old Daoist, I didn't hear what you said just now."

"You said you are from the Qingyun Sect?"

"Coincidentally, this is my newly renovated 'Chenxing'."

"How about..."

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the main gun charging slot:

"You also get a taste of my..."

"'Thunder Tribulation'?"

Before his voice faded.

Jiang Chen didn't even wait for the other party to reply and gave the order directly.

"Main gun, fire an airburst shell three meters above his head for me."

"By the way, turn the tail flame power of all Anti-gravity Engines to the maximum, and let him experience what... physical-style sword-riding flight is."

"Boom—!!!"

Following the order.

On the giant hull of the luan bird, all the nozzles erupted with dazzling blue light in an instant, and the powerful anti-gravity thrust directly compressed the air into a tangible hurricane.

The old Taoist hadn't even reacted yet.

He was blown rolling in the air like a rag doll by an irresistible strong wind capable of shaking mountains.

At that moment, he couldn't care about his immortal demeanor.

The talismans in his hand were blown flying everywhere by the gale, and the flying sword he was originally stepping on was blown crooked by the powerful air current.

The old Taoist screamed, trying to stabilize his figure.

But unfortunately.

Under the violent propulsion of this interstellar giant ship, his meager mana was like dancing in a typhoon, appearing so ridiculous and powerless.

Not only him.

The entire peak of the Qingyun Sect had a layer of roof tiles blown off by this strong air current.

Hundreds of disciples practicing sword skills were now like ice skating on dry land, blown about, and the swords in their hands all flew into the sky.

The scene instantly turned into a chaotic mess.

"Is... is this his mana?"

"How can that hunk of iron glow?"

"Old Ancestor! Please come back! That monster has set a fire!"

Watching the natives below, who were in a frenzy and acting out the "descent of the Heavenly Demon" vividly, Jiang Chen picked up his coffee and took a satisfied sip.

"How about it?"

He turned his head and looked at Academician Chen Shuyin, who had a complicated expression, "Do they like this 'monster's' greeting gift?"

"..."

Academician Chen Shuyin took a deep breath, watching the cultivation ancestor on the screen rolling around like a ball, her mouth twitching violently:

"Is this what you call diplomacy?"

"This is clearly..."

"Pure bullying."

Jiang Chen put down the coffee cup and smiled faintly: "As long as they can understand reason, any method is the same."

He paused, his eyes becoming cold and domineering:

"After all, in this world, there is no reason that cannot be solved by a main cannon shot."

"If there is."

"Then just add another shot."

After speaking, he pressed the launch confirmation button flashing with red light.

"Next, let these old guys take a good look at what is called..."

"Technology is power."