Chapter 277

Twenty percent?

This discovery made Gu Yuan's eyebrows twitch involuntarily.

What kind of concept was this?

Last time they forcibly stripped away forty-three great continents, what was filled in was more than half the life of the Zhenyuan Immortal King, plus the origin of his Jue Dian Immortal King Dao Fruit.

The overall energy consumption was approximately equal to one-third of a Jue Dian Immortal King.

Following this ratio, if they wanted to move one hundred great continents, they would have to sacrifice one whole Jue Dian Immortal King on average.

How many bases were left in the Sanqian Zhou? More than two thousand continents.

If they really wanted to pull the entire great world up by the roots and pack it back to the Primordial Immortal Domain, the energy gap required for the formation would need more than twenty Jue Dian Immortal Kings to fill with their lives.

Reducing the loss by twenty percent, converted, was equivalent to saving the lives of nearly ten Jue Dian Immortal Kings.

This deal was profitable enough to change the future strategic direction of the Gu Family.

"Since it's useful, then come with me for a trip." Gu Yuan stood up, brushing the purple bamboo leaves off his sleeves, "Conduct an on-site inspection and thoroughly understand the underlying logic of those mechanical array patterns. If we can integrate them into the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Qian Yin Formation, we'll be able to save a lot of effort the next time we move."

Gu Xuan Ce nodded repeatedly, backhanding the compass on the table into his storage ring, unable to wait to set off.

Just one breath before the cross-world teleportation portal was about to take shape, the system's mechanical voice, lacking fluctuation, sounded abruptly in the depths of Gu Yuan's sea of consciousness.

【Warning: The vital signs of the investment target 'A-Qi' are dropping sharply.】

【The Poison Python Gang of the Tian Shu Source World has breached the air-raid shelter base of the Iron Blood Society, and a large-scale mutiny has occurred within the Ancient Immortal Gate. The target person is facing a fatal threat, and the estimated survival time is less than three minutes.】

Gu Yuan was slightly startled.

He had pushed A-Qi to the position of Sect Master, and how long had it been? He hadn't even warmed the chair, and his base had been raided?

Although he speculated that even if A-Qi died.

He could just swap for someone else to continue the 'investment'.

However, Gu Yuan wasn't the kind of heartless person; if he could help, he could naturally help.

Tian Shu City No. 11, deep in the underground black market.

A huge gap had been melted into the heavy alloy door of the air-raid shelter by a high-temperature cutting saw.

The pungent smell of burnt material mixed with machine oil and blood permeated the cramped circular passage.

Poison Python sat on a hover-chair carried by four half-mechanical strongmen, the red-glowing electronic prosthetic eye rotating rapidly, locking onto the remnants in the center of the conference room.

Inside the conference room, the Iron Blood Society's defense line had completely collapsed.

Tie Tu's pride-and-joy Tier 4 energy-gathering engine was ruined, and he was currently being pressed to the ground by two Poison Python Gang thugs with high-voltage stun batons, his mechanical spine emitting a groan of unbearable pressure, sparks flying everywhere.

And the slum teenager A-Qi, whom Tie Tu revered as the Sect Master, had an even more miserable situation.

Several leaders within the Ancient Immortal Gate, under the threat of the Poison Python Gang's heavy electromagnetic cannons, had chosen to defect without suspense.

Skinny Monkey stepped on A-Qi's cheek, pressing him tightly against the rough concrete floor.

"Boss, this is the new master Tie Tu found, a piece of trash without even a neural interface." Skinny Monkey tossed a high-frequency vibrating short blade in his hand, the blade flickering back and forth in front of A-Qi's eyes.

A-Qi trembled all over, his teeth chattering, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

He had just experienced a taste of power, and the shadow of death had crushed it in the most brutal way.

He called out to the immortal in his mind desperately, but received no response at all.

Poison Python sneered, his mechanical fingers tapping on the armrest: "Tie Tu, you really have lived backward. Finding a piece of slum garbage as a shield, you think you can keep those two Tier 5 chips? Hand over the vault password, and I'll leave you a whole corpse."

Tie Tu lay in a pool of blood, gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

He had seen the immortal's methods; if he spoke now and angered that existence, the outcome would only be worse than death.

"Tough bones." Poison Python waved his hand impatiently, "Skinny Monkey, cut off this kid's limbs. I want to see how many pounds of blood this so-called Sect Master can bleed."

Skinny Monkey accepted the order, raising the vibrating short blade high, heading straight for A-Qi's right arm.

A-Qi closed his eyes in despair, tears mixing with the mud on the ground to cover his face.

There was no scream, no sound of a blade cutting through flesh.

The air in the air-raid shelter fell into absolute stagnation at this point in time.

A ripple like water waves stirred in the center of the conference room.

Gu Yuan and Gu Xuan Ce stepped out of the void, one after the other.

Gu Yuan was dressed in white, spotless, completely out of place in this wasteland environment filled with machine oil and bloodstains.

He lowered his eyelids, his gaze landing on A-Qi, who was being stepped on by Skinny Monkey.

"Stand up." Gu Yuan spoke, his tone flat, unable to tell if he was happy or angry.

The force pressing on A-Qi vanished into thin air.

Skinny Monkey was sent flying by an invisible giant force, slamming heavily into the alloy wall, his chest bones shattered.

A-Qi scrambled to Gu Yuan's feet, hugging his calf and wailing: "Immortal! You've finally come! They want to kill me, they're snatching the chips!"

Gu Yuan looked down at the teenager covered in snot and tears, an undisguised disappointment rising in the depths of his eyes.

In the world of immortal cultivation, it's the law of the jungle; poor aptitude can be compensated for, and lack of resources can be snatched, but only this cowardice rotting in the bones is something even immortals cannot cure.

Poison Python's electronic prosthetic eye reported errors frantically, the red light flashing to the extreme.

He tried to activate the Tier 4 engine in his body, only to find that the surrounding spirit Qi had been completely cut off.

"You... who are you?" Poison Python's voice came through the synthesizer, carrying obvious static.

Gu Yuan didn't even look at him, turning his head to instruct Gu Xuan Ce:

"Uncle Xuan Ce, clear the field."

Gu Xuan Ce was staring at the mechanical prosthetics on the Poison Python Gang members with glowing eyes.

This kind of novel thing made him very interested!

"Don't worry, Young Master; the array pattern framework on these people is crude, perfect for practicing."

He hadn't even used magic power, just raising his right hand and casually sketching a few array patterns in the void.

Space displacement.

The dozens of fully armed thugs of the Poison Python Gang didn't even have time to pull the trigger before they found their vision undergoing a bizarre reversal.

The necks of those leaders who had betrayed the Ancient Immortal Gate twisted three hundred and sixty degrees in reverse on their own.

The crisp sound of metal breaking rang out in succession.

The hover-chair under Poison Python lost power and slammed heavily to the ground.

His pride-and-joy mechanical body, under the cutting of Gu Xuan Ce's formation, was like tofu on a chopping board, precisely dismantled into dozens of standard parts.

The whole process took less than a breath.

The air-raid shelter returned to dead silence.

Except for A-Qi's heavy panting and Tie Tu's gasping for survival, there were no other living things.