Chapter 51: Principles vs Profit
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Chapter 51: Principles vs Profit
Wang Xuan was genuinely taken aback. He knew Old Chen was powerful, but he hadn't imagined the man capable of such feats. With nothing more than his bare hands, Old Chen had taken down a mech suit!
Memories of a day in an old machinery factory flashed in Wang Xuan's mind, where Old Chen had lightly tapped on a steel plate. At that time, Wang Xuan had wondered if Old Chen had some trick up his sleeve—maybe he had rigged the steel beforehand? But now, he realized he had underestimated his old colleague all along.
A rush of inspiration filled Wang Xuan. This wasn't a thing of legends or tales from ancient books—it was the achievement of a living, breathing man. This observation ignited the deep-seated ambitions within him. He had often pondered: if one could harness enough physical power, could they stand against the peak achievements of technological civilization?
Trying to play off his astonishment, he jested, "It’s a waste that Old Chen is not into mining. With those hands of his... The possibilities..." The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
"What are you on about?" Wu Yin looked over, a playful confusion in her eyes.
"I mean, any real man should be able to dismantle a mech with his bare hands!" Wang Xuan exclaimed, setting an internal goal for himself.
Nearby, the crowd snapped back to reality, deeply impressed by Old Chen's display of power. Especially those from the genetically enhanced warrior and New Arts practitioner, they were extremely wary now.
Some of them turned their gaze to Wang Xuan, seemingly amused and somewhat offended. "How many can actually dismantle a mech with their bare hands? Is this younger generation trying to mock us, implying that most men are inferior?"
"Old Chen, no matter how respected you are as a senior figure, don't you think you were too ruthless?" A voice coldly remarked.
Approaching was a sleek, silver-gray mech standing at an imposing four and a half meters. Its streamlined design and metallic sheen were undeniably impressive.
"Is this your first time meeting me?" Old Chen responded calmly, his silver mask making him appear even more aloof. "Most who've shown murderous intent towards me, or pointed a weapon in my direction, are now dead. The man lying there is fortunate to merely be incapacitated for the next few months."
Many remained silent. Those who were familiar with Old Chen knew this was his way. Over the years, the number of enemies Old Chen had dwindled, partly because many had met their end by his hand, and partly due to the growing apprehension surrounding his name.
"After all these years, let's see if you've still got it," came a voice from within the silver-grey mech, now glowing all over.
Old Chen retorted, "Having once been defeated by the Old Arts, and now aligning yourself with a different faction is understandable. But harboring such hatred for the old ways is quite excessive. Your mech is heavily modified, brimming with energy weapon ports everywhere. Are you certain this is meant to test your skills against mine, instead of fighting using weapons?"
He continued, "But times have changed. The Old Arts are waning, soon to fade from the stage of history. You know well what the New Arts represent: they have built a bridge to transcendence in this era."
Clearly, this elder in traditional clothing was no ordinary individual. He directly mentioned the origin and significance of the New Arts, implying their capability to tap into supernatural powers. The vast expanse of land was a dull brown. In this season, the weather in Pamir Plateau was harsh, turning the ground into ice.
Old Chen paced slowly, showing no sign of emotional disturbance. Behind that cold silver mask, his heart seemed equally detached. He responded, "I have never been against other paths. I've always advocated for the integration of all knowledge. With technology being so magnificent, who would willingly revert to the primitive days of consuming raw meat and blood? As you mentioned, the New Arts offer a connection to the divine, a way to transcend the ordinary. Who would forsake that? I have always been inclusive and open to learning. Even if my disciples reach the end of their journey with the Old Arts and can't find further potential, I've always suggested they study the New Arts to break through. But why do some of you insist on burying the Old Arts, suppressing them without giving them a chance to thrive?"
Wang Xuan listened intently, silent.
Wu Yin, standing beside him, whispered her analysis, "It's not just an ideological conflict but also a matter of vested interests. I've heard that recently, a grandmaster from the realm of the New Arts visited the Old World's authorities, offering to join their exploratory organizations and assist in various matters. This is still a place where Old Chen holds sway. It hints at the intricate relationships and the vast interests at play behind the scene. As for the state of other organizations and institutions dedicated to the old techniques, their situation now is even more precarious."
Wang Xuan was surprised, realizing just how unaware he was.
"My interpretation might be flawed. Just take it with a grain of salt," Wu Yin said with a smile.
"The situation is precarious," Wang Xuan whispered.
Wu Yin nodded, adding, "The exploration organization led by Mr. Chen is indeed extraordinary. Be it the Immortal Caves, the preserved flesh and blood of a female practitioner from three millennia ago that can prolong modern lives, or other even more significant discoveries... His team has always been at the forefront."
Wang Xuan nodded, appreciating Wu Yin's logical analysis.
Clearly, the situation was far more complicated than what Wu Yin described. The deeper reasons were not being explicitly shared by the elders. Even Old Chen, despite his evident anger, did not fully disclose his grievances but rather hurled veiled accusations.
"During the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought, different philosophies flourished and competed brilliantly. But later, all other philosophies were suppressed in favor of Confucianism. Do you want to replicate that scenario in this era, following the ancient practices?" Old Chen challenged.
"Old Chen, you know that is not true. We're merely having a friendly competition. We have no intention of killing off anything," the elderly man in Tang attire responded.
"Oh? You’re even thinking of killing the Old Arts off? To even utter such words. That’s rather confident of you" Old Chen retorted with a cold laugh.
Jimmi's Thoughts
Yeahhh!!! Don't mess with my man Old Chen!!!
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Chapter 51: Principles vs Profit
Wang Xuan was genuinely taken aback. He knew Old Chen was powerful, but he hadn't imagined the man capable of such feats. With nothing more than his bare hands, Old Chen had taken down a mech suit!
Memories of a day in an old machinery factory flashed in Wang Xuan's mind, where Old Chen had lightly tapped on a steel plate. At that time, Wang Xuan had wondered if Old Chen had some trick up his sleeve—maybe he had rigged the steel beforehand? But now, he realized he had underestimated his old colleague all along.
A rush of inspiration filled Wang Xuan. This wasn't a thing of legends or tales from ancient books—it was the achievement of a living, breathing man. This observation ignited the deep-seated ambitions within him. He had often pondered: if one could harness enough physical power, could they stand against the peak achievements of technological civilization?
Trying to play off his astonishment, he jested, "It’s a waste that Old Chen is not into mining. With those hands of his... The possibilities..." The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.
"What are you on about?" Wu Yin looked over, a playful confusion in her eyes.
"I mean, any real man should be able to dismantle a mech with his bare hands!" Wang Xuan exclaimed, setting an internal goal for himself.
Nearby, the crowd snapped back to reality, deeply impressed by Old Chen's display of power. Especially those from the genetically enhanced warrior and New Arts practitioner, they were extremely wary now.
Some of them turned their gaze to Wang Xuan, seemingly amused and somewhat offended. "How many can actually dismantle a mech with their bare hands? Is this younger generation trying to mock us, implying that most men are inferior?"
"Old Chen, no matter how respected you are as a senior figure, don't you think you were too ruthless?" A voice coldly remarked.
Approaching was a sleek, silver-gray mech standing at an imposing four and a half meters. Its streamlined design and metallic sheen were undeniably impressive.
"Is this your first time meeting me?" Old Chen responded calmly, his silver mask making him appear even more aloof. "Most who've shown murderous intent towards me, or pointed a weapon in my direction, are now dead. The man lying there is fortunate to merely be incapacitated for the next few months."
Many remained silent. Those who were familiar with Old Chen knew this was his way. Over the years, the number of enemies Old Chen had dwindled, partly because many had met their end by his hand, and partly due to the growing apprehension surrounding his name.
"After all these years, let's see if you've still got it," came a voice from within the silver-grey mech, now glowing all over.
Old Chen retorted, "Having once been defeated by the Old Arts, and now aligning yourself with a different faction is understandable. But harboring such hatred for the old ways is quite excessive. Your mech is heavily modified, brimming with energy weapon ports everywhere. Are you certain this is meant to test your skills against mine, instead of fighting using weapons?"
He continued, "But times have changed. The Old Arts are waning, soon to fade from the stage of history. You know well what the New Arts represent: they have built a bridge to transcendence in this era."
Clearly, this elder in traditional clothing was no ordinary individual. He directly mentioned the origin and significance of the New Arts, implying their capability to tap into supernatural powers. The vast expanse of land was a dull brown. In this season, the weather in Pamir Plateau was harsh, turning the ground into ice.
Old Chen paced slowly, showing no sign of emotional disturbance. Behind that cold silver mask, his heart seemed equally detached. He responded, "I have never been against other paths. I've always advocated for the integration of all knowledge. With technology being so magnificent, who would willingly revert to the primitive days of consuming raw meat and blood? As you mentioned, the New Arts offer a connection to the divine, a way to transcend the ordinary. Who would forsake that? I have always been inclusive and open to learning. Even if my disciples reach the end of their journey with the Old Arts and can't find further potential, I've always suggested they study the New Arts to break through. But why do some of you insist on burying the Old Arts, suppressing them without giving them a chance to thrive?"
Wang Xuan listened intently, silent.
Wu Yin, standing beside him, whispered her analysis, "It's not just an ideological conflict but also a matter of vested interests. I've heard that recently, a grandmaster from the realm of the New Arts visited the Old World's authorities, offering to join their exploratory organizations and assist in various matters. This is still a place where Old Chen holds sway. It hints at the intricate relationships and the vast interests at play behind the scene. As for the state of other organizations and institutions dedicated to the old techniques, their situation now is even more precarious."
Wang Xuan was surprised, realizing just how unaware he was.
"My interpretation might be flawed. Just take it with a grain of salt," Wu Yin said with a smile.
"The situation is precarious," Wang Xuan whispered.
Wu Yin nodded, adding, "The exploration organization led by Mr. Chen is indeed extraordinary. Be it the Immortal Caves, the preserved flesh and blood of a female practitioner from three millennia ago that can prolong modern lives, or other even more significant discoveries... His team has always been at the forefront."
Wang Xuan nodded, appreciating Wu Yin's logical analysis.
Clearly, the situation was far more complicated than what Wu Yin described. The deeper reasons were not being explicitly shared by the elders. Even Old Chen, despite his evident anger, did not fully disclose his grievances but rather hurled veiled accusations.
"During the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought, different philosophies flourished and competed brilliantly. But later, all other philosophies were suppressed in favor of Confucianism. Do you want to replicate that scenario in this era, following the ancient practices?" Old Chen challenged.
"Old Chen, you know that is not true. We're merely having a friendly competition. We have no intention of killing off anything," the elderly man in Tang attire responded.
"Oh? You’re even thinking of killing the Old Arts off? To even utter such words. That’s rather confident of you" Old Chen retorted with a cold laugh.
Jimmi's Thoughts
Yeahhh!!! Don't mess with my man Old Chen!!!
Chapter 51: Principles vs ProfitWang Xuan was genuinely taken aback. He knew Old Chen was powerful, but he hadn't imagined the man capable of such feats. With nothing more than his bare hands, Old Chen had taken down a mech suit!Memories of a day in an old machinery factory flashed in Wang Xuan's mind, where Old Chen had lightly tapped on a steel plate. At that time, Wang Xuan had wondered if Old Chen had some trick up his sleevemaybe he had rigged the steel beforehand? But now, he realized he had underestimated his old colleague all along.A rush of inspiration filled Wang Xuan. This wasn't a thing of legends or tales from ancient booksit was the achievement of a living, breathing man. This observation ignited the deep-seated ambitions within him. He had often pondered: if one could harness enough physical power, could they stand against the peak achievements of technological civilization?Trying to play off his astonishment, he jested, "It's a waste that Old Chen is not into mining. With those hands of his... The possibilities..." The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Nvl1n."What are you on about?" Wu Yin looked over, a playful confusion in her eyes."I mean, any real man should be able to dismantle a mech with his bare hands!" Wang Xuan exclaimed, setting an internal goal for himself.Nearby, the crowd snapped back to reality, deeply impressed by Old Chen's display of power. Especially those from the genetically enhanced warrior and New Arts practitioner, they were extremely wary now.Some of them turned their gaze to Wang Xuan, seemingly amused and somewhat offended. "How many can actually dismantle a mech with their bare hands? Is this younger generation trying to mock us, implying that most men are inferior?""Old Chen, no matter how respected you are as a senior figure, don't you think you were too ruthless?" A voice coldly remarked.Approaching was a sleek, silver-gray mech standing at an imposing four and a half meters. Its streamlined design and metallic sheen were undeniably impressive."Is this your first time meeting me?" Old Chen responded calmly, his silver mask making him appear even more aloof. "Most who've shown murderous intent towards me, or pointed a weapon in my direction, are now dead. The man lying there is fortunate to merely be incapacitated for the next few months."Many remained silent. Those who were familiar with Old Chen knew this was his way. Over the years, the number of enemies Old Chen had dwindled, partly because many had met their end by his hand, and partly due to the growing apprehension surrounding his name. "After all these years, let's see if you've still got it," came a voice from within the silver-grey mech, now glowing all over.Old Chen retorted, "Having once been defeated by the Old Arts, and now aligning yourself with a different faction is understandable. But harboring such hatred for the old ways is quite excessive. Your mech is heavily modified, brimming with energy weapon ports everywhere. Are you certain this is meant to test your skills against mine, instead of fighting using weapons?"He continued, "But times have changed. The Old Arts are waning, soon to fade from the stage of history. You know well what the New Arts represent: they have built a bridge to transcendence in this era."Clearly, this elder in traditional clothing was no ordinary individual. He directly mentioned the origin and significance of the New Arts, implying their capability to tap into supernatural powers. The vast expanse of land was a dull brown. In this season, the weather in Pamir Plateau was harsh, turning the ground into ice. Old Chen paced slowly, showing no sign of emotional disturbance. Behind that cold silver mask, his heart seemed equally detached. He responded, "I have never been against other paths. I've always advocated for the integration of all knowledge. With technology being so magnificent, who would willingly revert to the primitive days of consuming raw meat and blood? As you mentioned, the New Arts offer a connection to the divine, a way to transcend the ordinary. Who would forsake that? I have always been inclusive and open to learning. Even if my disciples reach the end of their journey with the Old Arts and can't find further potential, I've always suggested they study the New Arts to break through. But why do some of you insist on burying the Old Arts, suppressing them without giving them a chance to thrive?"Wang Xuan listened intently, silent.Wu Yin, standing beside him, whispered her analysis, "It's not just an ideological conflict but also a matter of vested interests. I've heard that recently, a grandmaster from the realm of the New Arts visited the Old World's authorities, offering to join their exploratory organizations and assist in various matters. This is still a place where Old Chen holds sway. It hints at the intricate relationships and the vast interests at play behind the scene. As for the state of other organizations and institutions dedicated to the old techniques, their situation now is even more precarious."Wang Xuan was surprised, realizing just how unaware he was. "My interpretation might be flawed. Just take it with a grain of salt," Wu Yin said with a smile."The situation is precarious," Wang Xuan whispered.Wu Yin nodded, adding, "The exploration organization led by Mr. Chen is indeed extraordinary. Be it the Immortal Caves, the preserved flesh and blood of a female practitioner from three millennia ago that can prolong modern lives, or other even more significant discoveries... His team has always been at the forefront."Wang Xuan nodded, appreciating Wu Yin's logical analysis.Clearly, the situation was far more complicated than what Wu Yin described. The deeper reasons were not being explicitly shared by the elders. Even Old Chen, despite his evident anger, did not fully disclose his grievances but rather hurled veiled accusations."During the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought, different philosophies flourished and competed brilliantly. But later, all other philosophies were suppressed in favor of Confucianism. Do you want to replicate that scenario in this era, following the ancient practices?" Old Chen challenged."Old Chen, you know that is not true. We're merely having a friendly competition. We have no intention of killing off anything," the elderly man in Tang attire responded."Oh? You're even thinking of killing the Old Arts off? To even utter such words. That's rather confident of you" Old Chen retorted with a cold laugh.Jimmi's ThoughtsYeahhh!!! Don't mess with my man Old Chen!!!
