126: Chapter 126 First Interstellar Deal: This Mech Looks Familiar
Starry Sky Ancient Road, Third Star Sector.
Ever since it put up the sign for "Tianhe Supply Station," pangu-003 was no longer just an ordinary wandering planet; it had become a mobile internet-famous check-in spot.
Every day, passing spaceships would dock, either to buy a couple of "Abyssal Meat Skewers" or to add some "High-Pressure Spiritual Qi."
At this moment, the Mecha Engineering Department (formerly a branch of the Civil Engineering Department) of Tianhe Academy was conducting a special "internship class."
"Attention! A passenger ship is approaching on the left deck!"
"It's a ship from the Scrap Iron Clan! Prepare to receive guests!"
Butcher Xiao, currently acting as the manager of the Tianhe Repair Factory, was wearing a grease-stained tank top and holding a large wrench, though he still couldn't shake his bandit-like temperament.
A mechanical spaceship with a peculiar design, constructed entirely of gears and steam pipes, wobbled and docked at the temporary pier outside the Cultivation World known as the "Tianhe Port" (constructed from salvaged Abyssal Lord warships).
The hatch opened.
A few rusted robots, two meters tall, walked out.
The leader, an old model robot, had red lights flickering in its eyes and emitted a static-filled electronic sound: "Excuse me... can you repair engines here?"
"Our ship... is leaking oil... it's about to explode..."
Butcher Xiao stepped forward and scanned the broken ship with his Divine Sense.
"Tsk tsk, what kind of antique is this?"
"The pistons are severely worn, the spiritual paths are aged, and even the spark plugs are carbonized."
"It can be repaired, but parts need to be replaced."
"Replace them! As long as it can move, it's fine!" the old robot said anxiously, "We are rushing to participate in the 'Interstellar Mecha Tournament' ahead, we can't be late!"
"Mecha Tournament?"
Li Mo, who was drinking tea in the command room, twitched his ears upon hearing these words.
He flashed and teleported directly to the port.
"What kind of mecha tournament?" Li Mo looked at the old robot.
Seeing the Administrator radiance on Li Mo (although it didn't recognize it, it instinctively felt this was a big shot), the old robot hurriedly projected a light screen respectfully.
The screen displayed: [The 99th Interstellar Mecha Combat Tournament] [Organizer: Titan God Race.] [Prize: A resource planet + 'titan core' (the legendary perpetual motion energy source).]
Li Mo's eyes lit up.
He wasn't short on resource planets (after all, he was a planet himself).
But that "titan core"... according to the records in the black box of the ship, it seemed to be a crucial Materials for repairing the "main engine's secondary thruster"!
"Interesting."
Li Mo stroked his chin and looked at the old robot.
"With this broken ship of yours, even if it's repaired, wouldn't you just be serving yourselves up on a platter if you went to compete?"
The red light in the old robot's eyes dimmed.
"We are the 'Scrap Iron Clan,' born without creativity; we can only pick up others' trash to piece together mechas."
"This is our last chance... if we lose, our home planet will be forcibly reclaimed."
Li Mo looked at these pitiful robots, then looked at the Mecha Department students behind him who were drooling while staring at the alien spaceship.
A bold idea formed in his mind.
"How about this."
Li Mo patted the old robot's shoulder (making a clanking sound).
"I can waive the repair fees for your ship."
"But I have a condition."
"What condition?"
"Our Tianhe Academy wants to get involved in this competition too."
Li Mo pointed to the students behind him, "I provide the technology and the mecha, you provide the entry quota."
"If we win, we split the prizes. The resource planet goes to you, and that 'titan core' goes to me."
"How about it? Do we have a deal?"
The old robot was stunned.
It glanced at the students.
Those humans looked weak, but standing beside them were those "mechas"... That was the [Heavy-Duty Magic Pig Tank 3.0] modified by Li Mo.
That was the [Combat Tentacle Monster] wearing exoskeleton armor and holding a laser sword.
That was the [Wanfa Immortal Sect Flying Sword Array] that could even transform into a Gundam.
A kind of wild and violent "Cultivation Punk" aesthetic that they had never seen before deeply shocked the Scrap Iron Clan.
"Deal! We have a deal!"
The old robot was so excited it almost short-circuited.
"As long as we can win, I'll even call you Dad!"
"Calling me Dad won't be necessary."
Li Mo smiled and turned to look at the group of students who couldn't hold back any longer.
"Director Lei! Butcher Xiao!"
"We've got work!"
"This isn't about fixing air conditioners or cleaning windows this time."
"This time it's... Gundam battle!"
"All members of the Mecha Department, listen up!"
"Bring out that [xingtian no. 1] (a giant mecha pieced together from the remains of an Abyssal Lord) we've been keeping for a rainy day!"
"Polish it! Wax it! Install the latest 'Anti-Matter Spiritual Energy Furnace'!"
"We're going to teach those aliens a lesson."
"The lesson is titled: 'On How Cultivators Teach Mechas a Lesson with Fists'."
"ROAR——!!!"
The port boiled over with excitement.
What is a man's romance? It's mechas! It's the stars and the sea! It's blowing everything up!
The students rushed frantically toward the workshop, and the sparks of electric welding instantly illuminated half the starry sky.
Li Mo stood in the sparks, watching the terrifying mecha that was gradually taking shape, standing a hundred feet tall and fused with cultivation runes and Abyssal flesh, a nuclear-kind smile curling on his lips.
"Titan God Race?"
"Perpetual motion energy source?"
"Sorry, that thing... I've taken a liking to it."