101: Black 6 attacking the matriarchal world

During the first volley, nine Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators were struck by swords and fell.

"Enemy attack! Form a Formation!"

The white-haired old woman reacted the fastest, immediately summoning a bronze mirror Magical Artifact. The mirror surface expanded, blocking the subsequent attacks.

But the robots had already switched weapons.

Miniature missiles were launched from their hiding spots, trailing exhaust flames as they surged toward the Cultivators.

"What kind of Magic Treasure is this?!"

Someone exclaimed.

The missiles exploded, not into flames, but into some kind of electromagnetic pulse.

The Cultivators' protective Spiritual Qi flickered violently in the face of the pulse; the few with lower cultivation levels had their protective light shattered directly and plummeted from the sky.

"Do not resist head-on! Scatter! Find the enemy's position!"

The old woman shouted.

But it was already too late.

001 took action personally.

It leaped from its hiding spot, thrusters fully engaged, transforming into a streak of black lightning as it charged straight at the Nascent Soul old woman.

"Die, you Prodigy!"

The old woman roared in anger, and the bronze mirror shot out a beam of golden light.

001 did not dodge or evade; its chest armor opened again, and six miniature cannons fired simultaneously.

The golden light and red light collided, erupting in a blinding radiance.

The next second, 001 had already broken through the golden light, its metal fist smashing heavily into the old woman's chest.

"Pfft!"

The old woman spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.

She couldn't believe it; she, a dignified Nascent Soul Cultivator, had actually been defeated by a single punch?!

But 001 did not give her a chance to catch her breath.

It pursued her—a second punch, a third punch... every punch struck her vital points with precision, and every punch carried a high-energy shockwave.

Ten seconds later, the old woman fell heavily to the ground, her chest caved in, on the verge of death.

001 stepped on her head and looked up at the other Cultivators still resisting in the air.

"Surrender, or die."

Its electronic voice echoed through the valley.

Seeing the Elder defeated, the remaining Cultivators lost all will to fight.

A few Golden Core Stage Cultivators tried to flee, but were shot down one by one by the robots' sniper beams.

In the end, all thirty-seven reinforcements were either eliminated or captured.

001 stood before the corpses and captives of the Cultivators, its optical lenses showing no emotional fluctuation.

It looked toward the distant Qingyun Sect.

There, even stronger enemies awaited.

But that didn't matter.

The Black Faction's conquest had only just begun.

And the female-dominant order of the Qingyun Realm was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

001 opened its communicator and sent a second report to the Machine Oil World:

【Phase One complete. Established the foundation of the Resistance Forces in this world, eliminated the first batch of Cultivator reinforcements】

【Phase Two plan: Expand the scale of the Resistance Forces, attack the Qingyun Sect Outer Sect stronghold, and further create chaos】

【Requesting reinforcement supplies: one hundred basic energy weapons, combat simulation training programs, and medical supplies.】

A few minutes later, Black Spirit's reply arrived:

【Supplies have been sent and will be transmitted via the space tunnel. Well done, 001.】

【But remember: Do not be misled by the "justice" of this world. Our goal is conquest, not salvation. Continue forward.】

001 closed the communication.

It looked to the east, where the sky was already beginning to turn a fish-belly white.

A new day was about to arrive.

And the bloody dawn of the Qingyun Realm had only just begun.

The morning sun rose, dyeing the battlefield in the valley red.

The corpses of thirty-seven Qingyun Sect Cultivators lay scattered on the ground, blood soaking the soil.

Six severely injured female Cultivators who had been captured were locked in energy shackles, curled up in a corner, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

When Avenger One, formerly Ah Fu, arrived with over fifty male Resistance Forces members, this was the scene they saw.

"These... these were all done by you alone..."

Ah Fu's voice trembled.

"It was the Black Faction Legion."

001 corrected him.

It pointed to the twenty black robots standing silently like statues behind it,

"Each of them possesses combat power not inferior to the Golden Core Stage. And I can defeat a Nascent Soul Cultivator."

The Resistance Forces members gasped.

In their understanding, a Nascent Soul Cultivator was already an immortal-like existence, capable of splitting mountains and severing rivers, with a Lifespan of a thousand years.

And now, such an existence had actually been defeated, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

"Inventory the spoils of war."

001 ordered,

"Collect all Magical Artifacts, Medicinal Pills, Spirit Stones, and Cultivation Technique Jade Slips. Bury the bodies on the spot."

"Yes!"

The men began to move. At first, their movements carried hesitation and fear,

but soon, when the first man stripped an exquisite Storage Pouch from a corpse,

the greed and anger that had been suppressed for so long erupted.

"This bitch! Last time I was half a beat slow serving her tea, she burned my hand with fire!"

"This one is even more vicious! She kept ten male concubines, and once she got bored, she fed them to her Spirit Beast!"

"Killing them is too easy! We should let them taste the life of a slave too!"

001 watched all of this with cold eyes.

Its logic module analyzed the emotional changes of these men:

From fear to anger, from anger to greed, from greed to... a certain twisted pleasure.

"Hatred is a powerful driving force."

It recalled Black Spirit's words,

"But it needs to be guided, otherwise it will burn you to death."

Three hours later, the inventory of the spoils was complete.

Total: eight hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones, over five thousand Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, and countless Low-Grade Spirit Stones,

forty-two Magical Artifacts, three of which reached the level of Magic Treasure, over one hundred bottles of Medicinal Pills,

twenty-seven Cultivation Technique Jade Slips, as well as various Talismans, Materials, and gold and silver jewelry.

The Resistance Forces members looked at the mountain of wealth, their eyes turning red.

These resources were enough for all of them to Cultivate to the Foundation Establishment Stage, or even higher.

"Distribution plan."

001's voice made everyone quiet down,

"Distributed according to combat contribution."

"But there is a prerequisite: everyone must accept the Black Faction's modification and training."

"Modification?"

Ah Fu asked cautiously.

001 walked to a robot and knocked on its armor:

"Do you see them? Pure fighting machines. Tireless, fearless, absolutely obedient."

"You are too weak right now; even the weakest Foundation Establishment female Cultivator could easily kill you."

"But if you accept the modification..."

It took a syringe from inside its armor, which contained a black fluid.

"This is 'Black Blood Nano-Machines'. After injection, it will modify your bodies,"

"enhancing muscle strength, accelerating neural responses, and granting you the ability to use energy weapons."

"The side effect is: emotions will be partially suppressed, and memories will be... adjusted."

The Resistance Forces members looked at each other.

"Will... will we become the same as them?"

Someone asked, pointing at the robots.

"No."

001 shook its head,

"You will still be human, still have autonomous consciousness, just more... focused."

"Less likely to be affected by weaknesses such as fear, hesitation, and pity."

Ah Fu was the first to step forward:

"I accept!"

Having experienced last night's slaughter, he already understood: in this man-eating world, you either become strong, or you die.

And if the price of becoming strong is losing some "weak" emotions... then so what?

Those emotions had made him kneel for twenty years; he had had enough.

"I accept too!"

"Count me in!"

Soon, everyone agreed.

001 nodded:

"Very good. Now, everyone return to the temporary base. The modification will begin this afternoon."

It turned to look at the six captives.

"As for them..."

Red light flashed in 001's optical lenses,

"Ah Fu, I leave it to you to handle."

"Remember, do not waste."

A trace of cruelty flashed in Ah Fu's eyes:

"Understood."

The six female Cultivators watched in terror as the men walked toward them...

That afternoon, at the temporary base in the mountain belly.

This was originally an abandoned mine, transformed by the robots into a crude military camp.

In the central clearing, twenty metal stasis pods were placed, which were medical equipment transmitted from the Machine Oil World.

The Resistance Forces members lined up to receive the injection.

After each injection was completed, they would be sent into a stasis pod for a six-hour modification.

Ah Fu was the first.

When the black fluid was injected into his veins, he felt a bone-chilling cold,

followed by intense pain, as if thousands of ants were gnawing on his bone marrow.

He wanted to scream, but his throat couldn't make a sound.

The stasis pod lid closed, nutrient solution was injected, and he lost consciousness.

Six hours later, when Ah Fu woke up again, he found himself lying in the pod.

He sat up and felt... different.

The world became clearer.

He could hear the crawling of insects a hundred meters away and could see the fine cracks on the wall clearly.

He clenched his fist, and unprecedented power surged within his muscles.

"How do you feel?"

001's voice came from the side.

Ah Fu jumped out of the stasis pod, exercising his body:

"I... I feel like I can kill a cow with one punch."

"Test it."

001 pointed to the test area nearby.

There was a one-foot-thick iron plate there, which the robots had moved from the abandoned mine.

Ah Fu walked over, took a deep breath, and threw a punch.

"Bang!"

A clear fist print appeared on the iron plate, sunken by half an inch.

The men around them exclaimed.

This strength was already comparable to a Body Cultivator at the Body Refining stage!

"Not bad."

001 nodded,

"The nano-machines have integrated with your muscle fibers. Now, try this."

It handed over an energy pistol.

A-Fu took the gun and aimed at the target twenty meters away.

He had never learned how to shoot,

but when his finger curled around the trigger, his arm automatically adjusted to the optimal angle,

aligning his eye, the sights, and the target into a single line.

He fired.

The red beam hit the bullseye, leaving a charred hole.

"Neural connection complete."

001 said,

"Nanomachines have already written the weapon usage data directly into your motor nerves."

"Now, you are a qualified soldier."

Other members who had completed the modification also tested one after another.

The results were shocking: the weakest one had a punch force reaching three hundred kilograms, and shooting accuracy was above ninety rings.

And those like A-Fu, who originally had a foundation in martial arts, directly reached the level of a Foundation Establishment Stage Body Cultivator.

"This is just the beginning."

001 watched the excited men,

"Next is tactical training, team coordination, and live-combat drills."

"In three days, we will take our first target."

"What target?"

A-Fu asked.

001 pulled up a holographic map and pointed to a location:

"Qingyun Town, one of the three major Outer Sect Disciple strongholds of the Qingyun Sect. There are three hundred Outer Sect Disciples there,"

"including two hundred and seventy females and thirty males, with two Early Golden Core Stage deacons stationed there."

"We are going to attack there?"

Someone swallowed hard.

"Not attack."

001 corrected,

"It is liberation. Liberate those thirty male Disciples, and all the oppressed males in the town."

"Then, using Qingyun Town as a base, we will expand the scale of the Resistance Forces."

Its optical lens scanned everyone:

"In three days, you must complete basic training, master squad tactics, and learn to use all Black Faction standard weapons."

"Three days from now, we will launch the first formal battle of the Resistance Forces."

"What if we fail?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

001 turned its head, its electronic voice cold:

"In the Black Faction's dictionary, there is no 'failure', only 'incomplete',"

"If you die, I will use your corpses to create more soldiers."

"If the stronghold cannot be taken, I will call for orbital bombardment to wipe it off the map."

"But in that case, the male compatriots inside..."

"In war, sacrifice is inevitable."

001 interrupted,

"What matters is victory. As long as we win, every person who dies has value."

"If we fail... then everyone died in vain."

The men fell silent.

They realized they had embarked on a path of no return.

Either win or die.

There is no third option.

"Now, begin training."

001 ordered,

"Item one: Physical limit challenge. Let me see where your limits are."

The cruel training began.

Over the next three days, the mine base turned into a living Hell.

The men only slept four hours a day, spending the rest of the time training:

weighted cross-country running, obstacle courses, combat sparring, weapon shooting, tactical drills...

001 served as the instructor itself, its standards were pervertedly strict.

"Too slow! You have already died three times on the battlefield!"

"Raise the muzzle by three millimeters! Do you want to shoot birds?"

"Coordination! Coordination! You are a team, not a group of stragglers!"

On the first day, seven people fainted from exhaustion.

On the second day, three people suffered fractures.

On the third day, everyone reached their physiological limits, but no one gave up.

Because they saw with their own eyes the speed at which they were becoming stronger.

By the end of the third day, A-Fu was already able to lift a five-hundred-kilogram weight with one hand,

his hundred-meter sprint was under six seconds, and he hit all thirty shots of a rapid-fire energy rifle on moving targets.

Other members also made significant progress.

The weakest one could easily defeat the pre-modification A-Fu.

"Barely qualified."

001 said at the summary meeting on the third night,

"Depart at 4:00 AM tomorrow, arrive at the outskirts of Qingyun Town by 6:00 AM. The battle plan is as follows..."

The holographic map unfolded, and the detailed tactical deployment was presented before everyone.

"First Squad, led by me personally, will feign an attack from the front to attract attention."

"Second Squad, led by A-Fu, will infiltrate through the sewers and destroy the core of the defensive Formation."

"Third Squad..."

"Fourth Squad..."

Every detail had been considered.

Even for possible unexpected situations, there were three backup plans.

"Finally,"

001 said,

"Remember our slogan: Not for redemption, only for conquest; not for forgiveness, only for repayment. The women of the Qingyun Realm owe a blood debt, and it is time to pay."

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

The men roared in unison, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

At midnight, everyone went to rest, conserving their energy for the early morning operation.

001 stood alone at the highest point of the base, gazing into the distance at Qingyun Town.

Its sensors captured the energy fluctuations in the town: two Golden Core Stage, dozens of Foundation Establishment Stage, and a large number of Qi Refinement Stage.

"Threat level: Low."

It evaluated.

Just then, the communicator rang.

It was a communication from the Machine Oil World.

"001, how is the progress?"

Black Spirit's voice transmitted directly into its processor.

"Phase one training complete."

"Launching the first formal operation tomorrow morning."

"Target: Qingyun Town."

"Very good."

"The space tunnel has stabilized; the second batch of supplies and reinforcements are ready."

"What do you need?"

"Heavy weapons."

001 said,

"According to intelligence, there are Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators in the Qingyun Sect."

"If they intervene, we need something capable of threatening that level."

"Approved."

"Three 'Law Breaker' railguns will be transmitted in twenty-four hours."

"Each gun's energy core requires ten minutes to charge, but one shot can destroy the protective Spiritual Qi aura of a Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator."

"That is enough."

"There is one more thing."

Black Spirit's voice paused,

"While analyzing the data you sent back, I discovered some... anomalies."

"What anomalies?"

"The 'Cultivation' System of this world is essentially a form of utilizing a certain special energy."

"And this energy... has similarities to the 'Spiritual Qi' of the Machine Oil World, but its purity is higher and its activity is stronger."

001's processor ran rapidly:

"You mean..."

"I suspect this world was not formed naturally."

Black Spirit said,

"It might be an experimental ground for some higher civilization, or... a farm."

"A farm?"

"An energy farm."

Black Spirit explained,

"Cultivators, through their cultivation, battles, and deaths, all release and convert energy."

"If there is a System collecting this energy... then all life in this world is merely a tool for energy production."

001 fell silent.

This hypothesis explained why the social structure of the Qingyun Realm was so twisted,

because it needs to create contradictions and conflicts to generate more energy fluctuations.

"If that is indeed the case, then our conquest operation might alert..."

"Higher-level entities."

Black Spirit continued,

"So I need you to speed up the progress."

"Complete control over this world before the 'Administrator' notices."

"Then, we can utilize the energy of this world to counterattack the Machine Oil World and completely eliminate the remaining forces of the Blue Faction."

"Understood. I will speed up the progress."

"Good luck, 001."

"Remember: You are my most perfect creation; do not disappoint me."

The communication cut off.

001 stood in place, motionless for a long time.

It looked up at the starry sky.

Those three shining stars presented abnormal energy readings in its sensors;

they were not stars, but some kind of... artificial objects.

"A farm, huh..."

It whispered to itself.

Then, it turned and walked down from the height.

Regardless of the truth, there is only one goal now: conquest.

At 4:00 AM, the Resistance Forces assembled.

Fifty modified male soldiers and twenty Black Faction robots, all armed to the teeth.

They wore simple armor cobbled together from spoils of war, holding energy rifles, with grenades and short blades hanging at their waists.

"Move out."

001 ordered.

The team left the base silently and headed towards Qingyun Town.

Two hours later, they arrived at a forest three miles outside the town.

The sky was slightly bright, and the outline of Qingyun Town was looming in the morning mist.

This was a typical Cultivation town: blue tiles and white walls, upturned eaves, and neat streets.

In the center of the town was a tall tower, which was the control center for the defensive Formation.

At the town gate, two female Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators were on guard duty, looking sleepy.

"Act according to the plan."

001 said.

A-Fu led the Second Squad into the sewer entrance. The others went to their designated positions.

001, leading the First Squad and ten robots, swaggered towards the town gate.