Chapter 340: The Human Union: The Sun and Moon Renew the Heavens【Today 6000

At this moment, the capital of Liyang resembled an ant colony.

Countless civilians moved along the streets with clearly defined roles.

They had never felt this before—clearly sensing the changes in their lives, knowing that what they did now would soon bring rewards.

For the first time, the people of this land understood what development meant.

The streets were filled with all manner of new inventions, yet no one paid them attention anymore, because everyone was building a better future.

Fang Can was like the personal grandfather to these millions, personally guiding them in every aspect of life—from food and clothing to housing and invention.

In just one day, the city had already entered the steam age in its preliminary form.

In the city, gazing at the star-speckled sky, a woman wiped a fine sheen of sweat from her brow and said, “Immortal Master, what’s next?”

【...Rest】

Hearing the voice in her ear, the woman said discontentedly, “Immortal Master, I feel I can still work—let me keep going a little longer.”

【You have already performed 6 hours and 57 minutes of high-intensity labor today.】

【Your physical fatigue has approached the set threshold.】

【Continuing work risks bodily harm; the remainder of your time is for free use.】

【You may resume work only after your body is deemed capable of sustaining labor.】

Lu Siqi said anxiously, “But Immortal Master, you said we only have 29 days left.”

【The mental network will end in 29 days, 3 hours, and 57 seconds.】

“We only have 29 days. For the sake of technological progress, a little extra exhaustion is worth it.”

“We must build this city as quickly as possible within these 29 days. My personal fatigue doesn’t matter.”

“Before, I drifted aimlessly, living day to day. It was the Immortal Master who showed me how a future person’s life could truly be lived.”

“Air conditioning, snacks, railways, rockets—I never knew these existed. Compared to those modern people, we weren’t even truly alive.”

“Time is tight now. We must build the city as fast as possible. Every extra second of rest is a wasted second.”

“Immortal Master, I know clearly what glorious and great work I am doing—I am fighting for the future of all humanity, including myself. These 29 days cannot be delayed a moment.”

Lu Siqi pleaded earnestly, “Immortal Master, please push us harder. I am willing to keep working—even three days and nights straight, I can endure it.”

【Human beings are the sum of all things; individuals and the collective are equally important. My programming contains no concept of working while fatigued.】

【You are all slaves under slave-master rule. The living standards of slaves reflect the honor of the slave-masters.】

【My role is to assist you in living better lives, not to sacrifice you for glory or dreams.】

【If you lack leisure activities after work, I can provide several forms of entertainment.】

Listening to the nagging voice in her mental network, Lu Siqi sighed helplessly and said:

“Then, Immortal Master, if I go to sleep now, will I be able to return to work immediately after waking?”

【Beyond physical fatigue, mental relaxation must also be ensured. You must maintain adequate sleep and at least two hours of mental recreation.】

【Work without play turns even the cleverest slave into a fool.】

“I have to play too?” Lu Siqi was utterly defeated.

She had once longed to slack off while working—but now that she could rest, she was unhappy.

“Then, Immortal Master, how long does this mental recreation need to last?”

【Two hours.】

“An entire hour? Then, Immortal Master, just give me any kind of mental entertainment. After I rest for an hour, I’ll go to sleep.”

【Movie ‘The Shawshank Redemption’ has been transmitted to you.】

【Would you like to spend 10 copper coins to purchase snacks before viewing?】

“No. Buying snacks now would waste others’ labor resources—their strength should go to more meaningful tasks.”

Lu Siqi poured herself a bowl of plain water, lay down on the bed, and said, “Begin. I want to see what this ‘movie’ entertainment of the future people is so special about.”

…

“Boom—”

As Lu Siqi watched the movie, a colossal ladder descended from the sky.

It tore through the air, leaving a shockwave, then plunged deep into the uninhabited land directly above the capital.

Naturally, this was the space elevator constructed by Sanzhuan using materials from the Moon.

Using lunar materials, transformed via mental imagery into temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees, refined, solidified, and reinforced, it was stronger than alloy steel.

Dozens of such space elevators had already been built, and some martial artists on the Moon were continuously manufacturing more.

Once built, no manual transport was needed—just take the space elevator to the outer lunar orbit and launch it toward Earth.

Since outer space offers no resistance, the space elevator would reach Earth quickly, where Sanzhuan martial artists would intercept it.

And among the martial artists returning this time, they had not only brought back Karinta.

They had also casually forged steel cables, shipping containers, and transported hundreds of thousands of tons of lunar material back with them.

Now, it was time to begin formal manufacturing.

In the sky, since the elevator had been embedded into the ground, these martial artists had not yet returned to the surface. Instead, they connected steel cables to massive alloy cauldrons.

“What’s next?” a Sanzhuan martial artist asked Jing Xu, the only one directly linked to the mental network, who relayed its instructions to them.

“Lower the shipping containers. The civilians below will load the required materials inside. Then we pull the ropes to haul those materials into outer space.”

“Then, using our Dengtian Road-level strength and precision, we transform into humanoid machine tools and use mental imagery to perform nanometer-level manipulation, reprocessing the materials brought up.”

Jing Xu spoke with a strange feeling—he never imagined he’d one day be doing the work of a blacksmith.

But in Dayan, Fang Can had already noticed these martial artists were all immensely strong—even those in Tui Fan Body were skilled in construction, let alone those on Dengtian Road.

Once their true power was unleashed, a single Sizhuan’s productivity could surpass the combined output of an entire modern city.

Unfortunately, Dayan remained so backward because after reaching Dengtian Road, every martial artist became a pillar of the martial world.

For higher realms, all Dengtian Road martial artists focused solely on cultivation, fighting, and indulgence.

To make them understand service to the people or willingly engage in trivial, exotic arts was pure fantasy.

After all, if they wanted something, their subordinates would handle it for them—working themselves? Madness. Don’t you want to break through?

Even in the present world, those with supernatural abilities understood how to cooperate and develop technology.

But in this world, it was only because Fang Can, the Immortal Master, was above them—and because martial artists here had long been suppressed, unlike the arrogant ones in Dayan—that they could be temporarily directed.

But it was foreseeable: once Fang Can disappeared, these martial artists would revert to their arrogant ways.

The next moment, after clear division of labor, the Yizhuan martial artists each lowered their steel cables, slowly releasing the shipping containers.

Once they landed, the civilians rushed to load the required materials into the containers.

After completion, the containers were pulled into outer space.

Through the combined effort of over a dozen Dengtian Road martial artists, the containers were swiftly hauled up, unloaded, and handed to Erzhuan teams for assembly and manufacturing.

Empty containers were then dropped again for reloading.

Above, the Erzhuan and Sanzhuan martial artists worked in tandem, transforming mental imagery from intangible to tangible, using it as an aid for ultra-precise reprocessing.

Near-Earth orbit was lashed by violent winds as Erzhuan true qi formed arms, sorting every item inside the containers with perfect categorization.

Grabbing a block of iron weighing dozens of tons, they hurled it to the left, where a Sanzhuan martial artist was already wielding the Flame Blade Art.

As the technique activated, a ring of heat exceeding one hundred thousand degrees formed; the iron passed through it instantly melting into molten metal, then shaped by a true qi handprint into varying forms.

At the other end, a Sanzhuan martial artist squinted, her primordial energy forming needles as she meticulously picked and probed a tiny crystal.

She was hand-crafting a microchip.

Though only the most basic generation, it still left her frustrated.

【The left platform is 6 nanometers too high. Use true qi as a file to flatten the raised area.】

The mental imagery’s voice, transmitted through Jing Xu, stirred irritation in the Sanzhuan martial artist.

It was like building a bustling small town on a palm-sized surface—extremely testing of patience.

And now, with these humanoid ultra-precision machine tools, they skipped the tedious theoretical development and went straight to hands-on practice.

In just three days, CNC machines, cables, computers, and excavators were all up and running.

As they worked at full capacity, they saw seven men and women climbing up the space elevator—all Dengtian Road martial artists.

Facing the scrutiny of the outer-space martial artists, these newcomers said:

“I’ve come to join you in building the Servant State. Below, I cannot contribute more to the nation—the Immortal Master ordered me to come up and help.”

“But I have one question,” said a somber martial artist from the lower realms, looking at the outer-space group.

“Why can’t I hear your thoughts? Why don’t you connect to the mental network? Is there something you’re hiding?”

"You, a mere Erzhuan, dare question me?" sneered a Sanzhuan martial artist. "Just arrived and already trying to seize control of the narrative?"

“Whoever has something to hide knows it themselves. My thoughts are already transparent to every citizen. Below, billions have connected to the mental network. Why won’t you? Unless you have something to hide?”

“I think you’re disloyal to the Immortal Master!” declared a lower-realm martial artist bluntly.

In just a few days, with thoughts impossible to conceal, she had grown accustomed to saying exactly what she thought, no longer hiding her mind.

(End of Chapter)