From the Soul Motion Machine onwards, the Mechanized Douluo

Chapter 27 A Young Man Should Aspire to Greatness! [Please Read On! Please Vote!]

Hu Liena, who had sat back down in the carriage, looked at Chen Lin, who was sitting in the driver's seat and trembling as he gripped the Soul Motion Engine. She rolled her eyes at Chen Hong in front of her and then said to Chen Lin, "Drive with peace of mind. The Spirit Hall isn't that stingy."

Chen Hong sat down next to Chen Lin, grabbed the wooden steering wheel, waved for the Spirit Hall's spirit masters to lead the horses away, and then said to the crowd:

"Infuse with soul power! Advance four steps! Destination: Baiyun Village!"

hum!

Soul power was injected through the wires, and the soul engine immediately burst out with a tiger's roar. The internal shaft rotated, and with the power conversion of the gears, it drove the front wheel of the carriage, which began to move slowly forward!

"This guy actually moved!"

"The carriage is out of horses!"

"So this is a soul tool! The carriage is moving on its own!"

"He can even accelerate? That kid's a genius!"

The people from the Spirit Hall around them watched as the carriage began to slowly bump forward on the dirt road, and their eyes revealed a hint of shock. They immediately sped up to catch up and kept looking at the Soul Movement carriage that was slowly moving forward on the dirt road.

"Wuhu! Do you see that! Hu Liena, this is a moment to witness history!"

Chen Hong sat at the front of the carriage, holding the steering wheel, and happily gesturing with his hands and feet.

Although he already knew the outcome, although he had seen even more magnificent scenery, although this was the world's first Soul-Moving Wooden Car, how could Chen Hong not be excited by the feeling of creating history with his own hands and kicking open the door to a new era?

What is the meaning of a person's life?

Why are time-travel novels so popular?

Isn't that just proving to the world that you were here, and saying:

Hello World!

Standing silently behind Chen Hong, Hu Liena watched the boy in front of her reach out to catch the wind in the midday sun, enjoying the refreshing breeze of spring. For some reason, the words "I want to be the saintess's coward!" suddenly echoed in her ears, and a pure smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

She had already made up her mind that she must win over this extraordinary genius before her.

Although, this boy does exude a unique charm.

In a daze, the image of her teacher reappeared in Hu Liena's mind. That powerful woman who fell in love with a man many times weaker than herself.

Chen Hong finally proved his talent in soul tool research to the Spirit Hall group. Although he didn't seem to have developed the kind of soul tool that could destroy the world in the traditional sense, as he himself said, he was already on the way and had been stumbling forward for four or five years.

He is already a lonely pioneer, a trailblazer who deserves respect. His age has always been an advantage, while those old guys who are obsessed with fighting should be ashamed of their age.

"Go! Dad, speed up!" After getting used to the speed, Chen Hong waved his hand, and the Soul-Moving Wooden Cart began to accelerate on the dirt road, gradually restoring the Spirit Hall group's previous travel speed.

"How about it? Isn't this soul tool more fun than those long guns and cannons?" Driving the Soul-Moving Wooden Cart swiftly through the green fields, Chen Hong smiled and said to Hu Liena behind him, "Soul tools like long guns and cannons only lead to endless battles between soul masters, and don't benefit most people. But this Soul-Moving Wooden Cart, whether for transportation or travel, is a tool that can be chosen by both soul masters and ordinary people."

"So, soul tools aren't just simple swords, spears, or clubs; those are meaningless."

Chen Hong's voice contained the unique clarity and purity of a young man. His tone was gentle and casual, and his understated manner revealed a carefree and unrestrained spirit beyond his years.

Hu Liena gave Chen Hong a deep look, then smiled and said, "Everyone in the world is thinking about how to create more powerful weapons to make themselves known to the world. But you, you only want to be a tool, not a weapon. You're really quite interesting, Chen Hong."

Chen Hong grinned, wanting to turn around and show Hu Liena his pearly white teeth, but was suddenly slapped awake by his father, Chen Lin. "You're driving! Watch where you're going!"

"Uh..." Chen Hong scratched his head, glared at the insolent driver beside him, and looked at the rough road ahead, saying to Hu Liena, "I'm a great philanthropist."

As soon as Chen Hong opened his mouth, Hu Liena's face darkened. Who would boast like that?

"Tools are neither good nor evil, but craftsmen are either righteous or wicked."

"Some people research weapons to take other people's lives. Some people research protective gear to prevent being taken from their own lives, but ultimately, it's all about protecting your own safety while taking other people's lives, which is a kind of aiding and abetting evil."

"I have disliked the educational philosophy of Wuhun Elementary School since I was a child. It teaches children how to train violence and how to use violence. In order to make them used to violence, those unworthy teachers would even actively provoke conflicts between students and make them enjoy fighting."

"Six years old is the golden age for children to explore and understand the world. Do you think that children who are exposed to violence from a young age will have a shrinking brain that can hold anything else when they grow up?" Chen Hong pointed to the driver's head.

Coachman:

The Spirit Hall members:

This guy's insults are awful! But what he's saying also sounds like he makes a lot of sense!

The Spirit Hall group turned pale, affected by Chen Hong's sweeping generalization, but they didn't say much, because they felt they probably couldn't argue with that clever little rascal.

"..." Hu Liena paused for a moment, then looked at Chen Hong's retreating figure and smiled, "I didn't realize you were such a great thinker at such a young age!"

Chen Hong wanted to turn his head and roll his eyes, but he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the coachman was ready to punch him. Worried that the coachman might take revenge, he ultimately chose to look at the road and say, "When everyone talks about force, tools naturally transition to weapons. This is a very normal thing."

"So back then, the purpose of making tools was to kill, to kill efficiently. But I was different, because I didn't go to school and didn't receive the baptism of ignorance at the Martial Soul School."

Everyone: Their fists were clenched tight!

Hu Liena forced a smile and asked, "So what is your purpose?"

"As a well-rounded young person with wisdom, conscience, and ambition, my goals are definitely different from those of others!"

At this point, Chen Hong seemed to brighten up completely. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair, and sunlight brushed his cheeks. He looked ahead at the road and smiled brightly:

"To establish a moral compass for Heaven and Earth! To secure a destiny for the people! To continue the legacy of the Soul Weapons! To usher in an era of peace for all generations!"

The boy's voice boomed like a bell, and the girl's heart trembled slightly.

The others stared in disbelief at the tiny figure chasing the sun ahead!

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