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Chapter 422 That's right!

Inspiration is a magical thing. Sometimes, problems that might take years or even centuries to solve can be solved with just a sudden flash of inspiration.

At this moment, Feng Xue was in such a state. When he thought of the Hexing people he had seen before, the power system of this world seemed to be about to emerge.

However, problems also arose.

That is……

Why?
The concept of "self-sufficiency of willpower" is not actually a very difficult system. The aura and pressure that Feng Xue developed herself, similar to Conqueror's Haki, is actually an application of self-sufficiency of willpower.

However, he did not try to strengthen his body by using his willpower, because it was uncontrollable.

This technology is very susceptible to disturbances from willpower, which is a power produced by thoughts that are difficult to quantify. This means that even a slight deviation in thought can easily lead to physical distortion. Just thinking about the bizarre appearances of the Hexing people made Feng Xue give up the idea of ​​using willpower to strengthen herself.

But the people in this world all look like humans. Although humans are different from creatures like the Hexian people who are born with abnormal development abilities, it is too absurd that they have not changed at all.

Therefore, if the system of this world is truly based on the self-sufficiency of willpower, then there must exist a technology sufficient to suppress the disturbance of willpower.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue couldn't help but get excited. Although he couldn't be sure if his guess was true, in a world where there were living people everywhere but no willpower, the willpower must have a place to go, right?

Could it be that all these philosophers from the Hundred Schools of Thought in front of us are NPCs from a game world?

While Feng Xue was pondering, the fight between the two on the stage had escalated. Unable to break through Tian Xu's defense with martial arts alone, the young master of the military was finally getting annoyed.

You should know that physical strength, martial arts skills, and armor are all key training areas for military experts. Being unable to achieve success in these most important areas is fifty times worse than being verbally abused!

Suddenly, the young strategist's aura changed. He reached into his waist and pulled out a dozen or so thumb-sized soldiers. These soldiers were not much different from the ones Feng Xue had seen in the sand table before, except that their equipment was slightly more luxurious. As the young man scattered them, these dozen or so soldiers grew in the wind and transformed into people who looked just like ordinary people in the blink of an eye...

Okay, there are still differences, after all, this thing...

"Painted terracotta warriors!"

Feng Xue had heard that the Terracotta Warriors were painted when they were first unearthed, and now she finally saw the real thing!
These terracotta warriors without horses (does it make sense to have no horses?) form a battle formation, with five holding shields in a semi-circle, three holding spears peeking out from behind the shields, two guarding the flanks, and finally two archers nocking arrows, giving off the impression that if they can't beat someone in a one-on-one fight, they'll gang up on them.

The arena was only about ten feet long, and this dense formation of soldiers was practically a human tank, carrying the young military strategist forward steadily.

This fighting style, which seemed to lack martial ethics, did not anger Tian Xu at all. He unbuckled his belt, gave it a sharp shake, and it was as if a city wall had been erected between the two of them.

Not to mention the thirty-zhang city wall that Feng Xue saw when she entered the city, this thing in front of her is not even as good as the earthen city wall she built in her previous life.

But it's clearly enough to stop this human tank.

Although the Mohist school leans more towards wandering knights and martial artists, they clearly haven't lost the skills of their ancestors. This move is obviously a manifestation of the "untying of belts to form a city, and using slips of paper as weapons" that Mozi used when he gambled with Gongshu Ban. However, Feng Xue's joy at this moment was that he had finally seen the qi!

Although the composition is still unclear, both the belt that turned into a city and the soldier that grew bigger have obvious traces of qi. Moreover, they are very similar to the cute bat flying ram that Bigeley used back then.

The only difference is that Bigeley uses what she calls "elements" as energy, while the people of this world use a strange and elusive power that does not exist within the Great Source System and is difficult to understand.

"Interesting. How about we try joining a sect later? Which one? The Craftsmen? The Taoists? Or perhaps the Yin-Yang School?"

Feng Xue muttered to herself, but the battle took a new turn. However, Feng Xue had already gotten what she wanted to know, so the remaining matters of victory or defeat were no longer important.

He slightly exited the overclocking mode, casually glancing around, only to find that Tao Qing also had a bored expression. Curious, he immediately said:
"Brother Tao seems a little distracted?"

"It's just that this young soldier is too weak to get Tian Xu to get serious, so it's a bit boring." Tao Qing shook her head, pointed to the young man standing calmly behind the city wall, and a subtle displeasure flashed across her face.

Feng Xue asked curiously:
"Really? You mean the Mohist practice of 'using documents as weapons'?"

"No, using scrolls as weapons is a technique that only the Mo craftsmen would study. If you don't understand the craftsmanship, it's useless for you to learn it. In fact, using scrolls as weapons is not something Tian Xu should use. Just think of the Mo knights as reckless assassins. When these people get serious, they're like mad dogs..."

“Brother, your words are biased!” Just as Tao Qing was halfway through speaking, someone suddenly interrupted. Feng Xue turned her head and her face darkened. The man’s attire was quite similar to Tian Xu on the stage, and he was obviously also a disciple of the Mo family. She felt a little embarrassed, but Tao Qing had a dead pig not afraid of boiling water expression.

Just as Feng Xue was pondering whether she should apologize, the Mo family disciple solemnly said:

"How can a mad dog compare to the recklessness of the Mo Xia faction?"

"..." Feng Xue's apology, which was on the tip of her tongue, suddenly caught in her throat. For a moment, she didn't know whether this person was praising or insulting her. But in any case, Feng Xue understood that the chivalrous man named Tian Xu was probably playing with the disciples of the military school.

Knowing that it was unlikely that any new information could be obtained here, Feng Xue suggested:

"In that case, why don't we go and take a look elsewhere?"

"Very well." Tao Qing nodded, while the young man from the Mo family who had previously argued with Tao Qing stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting:

"Gentlemen, I am Deng She, a disciple of the Mo Bian School of the Mohist School. May I ask your name?"

"The craftsman's goldsmith is a master of peach blossoms."

"Feng Xue of the Shenxiao School of Yin-Yang School".

The two returned the greeting and exchanged a few brief introductions. Deng She, however, did not leave immediately, but instead, even more familiar with Tao Qing, said:
"What a coincidence! Since you two are planning to take a stroll, why don't you come and take a look at my Mo family's booth? The Mo family's booth has just been set up and we need the talents of the Yin-Yang School and the Crafts School to come and offer their guidance!"

(End of this chapter)