Ye Chong had now built 62 work machines. Each work machine was equipped with a low-level bio-photon processor. Ye Chong did not mind that the processors were weak, since they were easy to build.
Ye Chong could produce a large number of low-level bio-photon processors in a short time by using the targeted cultivation method. The parts of the work machines, on the other hand, were more difficult to build. The wood here was as hard as alloy, but not as easy to work with as metal. Ye Chong had to modify many of the parts manually. Otherwise, Ye Chong would not have 62 mechs now, but 620.
Ye Chong referred to these machines as "labor machines", which was quite appropriate.
A small mound of soil had been built in the backyard of the manor. Ye Chong's laboratory had been dug 60 meters deep. The chip Kui gave Ye Chong contained detailed information on the construction of an underground base, as well as their experience in building an underground base on Spectre.
This was a great help to Ye Chong. Otherwise, with his foundation, he would only be able to build a small basement, but not an underground base.
The base was still far from completion. There were piles of soil everywhere, but the areas paved with stone were clean. To save costs, Ye Chong had chosen natural materials such as rocks.
Laboratory One was completed. The floor was made of hard, flat rocks. The smooth surface of the floor was patterned with natural indigo patterns. The rocks were all cut by a high-precision laser cutter. The internal air circulation system was complete, and the energy and water supply were all settled. Laboratory One was 1,600 square meters in size. It was a standard square. The space was large enough for Ye Chong to move all the equipment he had in the buildings here.
After moving in, Ye Chong divided the large Laboratory One into dozens of smaller rooms. Although the sparrow was small, it had all the essentials. These research rooms were also of all kinds, and involved a lot of different kinds. Ye Chong had only built a few labs that were currently in use. If he wanted to move all the equipment from Celest's dimension keystone, he would have to wait until all five labs were completed.
The control center for the manor's defense system had also been moved underground. The manor was not impregnable, but it was still relatively safe. Even Ye Chong would have a hard time trying to break through 60 meters underground. As for those buildings outside, they were insignificant decorations.
As for someone trying to sneak in from underground, that was even more impossible. Everything around was under the surveillance of the holographic scanning system.
Ye Chong heaved a sigh of relief after a few days of hard work. The current Research Room 1 could be considered a real laboratory. Ye Chong had spent a lot of effort on the construction of the underground base. He didn't have any special tools on hand, so he had to make it himself. It was not a problem for Ye Chong to build a few construction machines, but for a large underground base, he would need a wide variety of construction machines, many of which he had never seen before, or even heard of. He could only design the machines based on their functions. If not for Ye Chong's solid fundamentals and rich experience, he would not have been able to complete the 62 labor machines.
Finally, they had a relatively safe base. It really wasn't easy. Ye Chong looked at the unfinished base and sighed. It seemed that he had never had a base of his own.
However, how long would he stay here?
After a week in the manor, Ye Chong had to come out, because there was something else waiting for him. The weapon design competition was coming up, and he needed to be a judge.
Before that, however, he had to entertain a guest.
Xuan Ning's visit was unexpected. Xuan Ning was the third person to enter the manor after Sun Sieha and Master Karu.
If it were anyone else, Ye Chong would have ignored them, but he decided to meet Xuan Ning.
Xuan Ning was like a completely different person now. If it was said that he was a sharp sword in the past, then he had become ordinary now. His face was filled with a warm smile, and he looked relaxed.
Ye Chong looked at Xuan Ning and asked, "You've reached Level 9?"
Xuan Ning smiled. "Yeah, I didn't expect that you were the one who brought me the Ninth Rank that I haven't been able to break through. I have to thank you properly. "
"No need to thank me, it's your own ability." Ye Chong shook his head. The way he saw it, while Xuan Ning's advancement had something to do with him, it was not in a good way. If it were Ye Chong himself, and someone almost killed him and forced him to breakthrough, he would not thank the person for that.
The first thing Ye Chong would do after his breakthrough was to kill that person.
Ye Chong did not think that he deserved Xuan Ning's gratitude.
Xuan Ning did not argue, and only laughed. "Thank you or not, that's my business. There's no need to argue."
"Yes, you're right." Ye Chong nodded. He had never been interested in influencing other people's thoughts. He asked Xuan Ning, "Why are you looking for me?"
"Nothing, I just felt something, so I came to see you." Xuan Ning shook his head and smiled.
"Alright, you can go now," Ye Chong said to Xuan Ning.
Xuan Ning smiled. "I was just about to leave."
Sha Ya was baffled by the conversation between the two. She had no idea what the two were up to. However, the news of Xuan Ning's advancement to Level 9 was like a bomb. If word got out, it would cause a huge uproar. She watched enviously as Xuan Ning disappeared into the distance. Her heart was pounding. The first Level 9 shooter in 50 years was born. Looking back, as a Level 8 shooter, she was still a long way from reaching that level. She did not know when she would be able to do so.
Ye Chong looked at Xuan Ning's receding figure, and suddenly had an idea. He looked at Sha Ya and said, "Come here, I'll tell you about my fight with Xuan Ning. It might be helpful."
Ye Chong knew Xuan Ning better than most people. He even knew about Xuan Ning's parapsychic attack at the end. These details might be worthless to the average person, but to Sha Ya, they were priceless treasures.
Ye Chong finished, and Sha Ya looked thoughtful. Ye Chong did not disturb her, and went to the training ground.
The training ground was bustling with activity. Dust filled the air. Liao San's roars, the students' heavy breathing, and the thudding of their feet on the ground made the training ground even more lively.
These people had already grasped the rhythm of running, and were no longer as exhausted as before. Some of the better ones were even able to do it with ease. Once they grasped the rhythm, or rather, the method of running, their physical strength would improve rapidly. However, there was a limit to this improvement. Once they reached a certain threshold, they would have to use other methods to improve their physical strength further.
After some time, Ye Chong would be able to select students who met his requirements. A qualified long range mech pilot would first have to overcome physical strength, and then marksmanship. Most long range mech pilots prioritized marksmanship, but Ye Chong was not worried about that. In Eastern Cloud, only those with a gun license could own a gun, but who had not played with a gun before?
"Take it slow," Ye Chong comforted himself again.
Eastern Cloud's Weaponsmithing Competition was held once every four years. It was not only a grand event for the weaponsmithing industry, but also a large-scale trade fair. Generally, weaponsmiths with a bit of fame would bring some of their more outstanding products here to sell or auction them. Weaponsmiths who were not short of money would use them to exchange for rare materials that they needed.
Shooters would also come here to buy one or two high-level weapons that they had been eyeing for a long time with their harvest from the past few years.
As the main judge of the competition, Ye Chong was free to do whatever he wanted, except for the finals.
The large square was filled with weaponsmiths selling all kinds of weapons, and shooters selling rare materials. The stalls were so crowded that it was hard to get a foothold, but the people who came to trade were very enthusiastic.
The stalls had all sorts of strange items and materials on display, which was an eye-opener for Ye Chong.
The only thing that made him uncomfortable was that almost everyone knew him now. No matter where he went, people would come up to greet him, fawn over him, or hope to become his disciple. Even someone as calm as Ye Chong felt his scalp tingle at the sight of such a bustling scene.
Ye Chong finally managed to squeeze his way out of the crowd. He quickly bought a cloak, a gray cloak with a mask to disguise himself. In a crowded place like this, there were many people like Ye Chong who did not want to show their faces in public, so he did not stand out too much.
Ye Chong had a few laser guns he made with him. He wanted to see if he could trade them for something useful.
He was not interested in weapons. The stalls he frequented mostly sold materials. Many of these stalls had metals on display, which were what people here called gravstones. Few shooters could venture deep into Darkniss, but there were still a few skilled shooters who ventured into Darkniss in groups. Their goal was to obtain gravstones, a specialty of Darkniss.
A good weapon was often priceless in the market. Some of the more famous weaponsmiths did not lack money, and preferred to trade. Gravstones were one of the more popular items among them.
However, to Ye Chong, metal was one of the things he was most familiar with. These metal ores could not interest him at all. The number of high-grade alloy items inside Shen's storage ring was no small matter.
Ye Chong looked around, and suddenly saw a stall set up by a bearded man. His eyes lit up.
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