Ascension For All: Start With Sss-Level Mechanical Heart

"You said that the thinking of the Self-cultivation Furnace is wrong?"

In the room, Ma Xianhong looked at Ye Hang with a troubled expression.

He was a little confused and said: "Isn't it a good thing to let ordinary people become aliens? Everyone in the world is like a dragon. If they all become aliens, there will be no distinction between aliens and ordinary people."

After hearing this, Ye Hang basically understood Ma Xianhong's initial thoughts and concepts.

Ye Hang shook his head: "The idea that everyone is like a dragon is beautiful, but it is unrealistic and the method is wrong."

"What you call a self-cultivation furnace is just forcibly turning ordinary people into aliens. In theory, it is a kind of mutation. Do you think the aliens you create are right?"

"Besides, I saw that your so-called self-cultivation furnace has many flaws and is not stable. Ten ordinary people may not be able to succeed in one."

Ma Xianhong fell into silence after hearing this.

He looked at the huge stove in front of him in silence for a while, with a trace of confusion in his eyes~ and a trace of confusion.

At this moment, he was thinking in his heart, was he wrong?

Isn't it right for ordinary people to become aliens?

In fact, this is not a question of right or wrong, but an issue involving all aspects and even the entire environment.

"Why do you have to change ordinary people into aliens?"

Ye Hang shook his head and sighed: "You have chosen the wrong direction. You obviously have the talent of a weapon refiner and can be called a weapon refiner genius.

"Why do you, who has practiced so many magical skills, take this road full of thorns and a dead end?"

Ma Xianhong touched the first-generation self-cultivation furnace he created in confusion.

He was extremely confused and at a loss.

"My memory is incomplete. At first I just wanted to retrieve my memory, but now I hear you say that this path is wrong. Maybe I am really wrong."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a long time before looking up at Ye Hang.

Ma Xianhong took a deep breath and solemnly asked for advice: "Deputy Master Ye, I would like to ask you how the new Jiejiao should go in the future.

"Aren't you going to build a self-cultivation furnace?"

Ye Hang smiled slightly and looked at Ma Xianhong who seemed to be determined.

I saw him gently nod: "Yes, you are right, I am afraid this path is wrong. Now that you realize the mistake, you cannot continue.

"So what do you think we should do next?"

Ma Xianhong said as he took out various certification documents that he had previously processed.

"These are the formal and legal procedures that have been completed in accordance with your requirements, the application approval documents for the establishment of Biyou Village, and the approval documents for the establishment of a religion.

Ye Hang——Looking through it, there are not only official documents but also official documents of the Taoist Association.

It can be said that having these is equivalent to being officially recognized as a formal religion.

Although I don’t know how Ma Xianhong did it, at least he was legal and compliant. With formal procedures, he naturally belongs to a formal industry.

In this way, suppression from official rules will be eliminated. As for things outside the rules, you have to rely on your own strength to maintain them.

"It's very simple, just change the direction."

Ye Hang put down the things and pointed with a smile: "You are a weapon refiner. Why do you choose to use people as weapons to refine? Changing ordinary people to become aliens is not the right path."

"We must choose the right path of sustainable development."

Ma Xianhong's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he asked hurriedly: "Then what path should we choose? Are we going to refine weapons for the alien world?"

"Why not?"

Ye Hang smiled and then explained: "It's not just the alien world. In fact, our most important direction now is to face ordinary people.

"Ordinary people?" Ma Xianhong was stunned.

He was extremely puzzled: "We are aliens, how can we make weapons for ordinary people?"

"Old Ma, you are stupid!"

Ye Hang shook his head helplessly: "Your weapon refining skills are so superb, why can't you expose them to the public?"

"For example, if you rely on the military, you can cooperate with the military to refine an exoskeleton armor. Is that the kind of combat armor you will use?"

Ye Hang began to preach, telling some of his development ideas.

Ma Xianhong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he was in a state of excitement.

Mecha, backed by the military?

"Not just combat mechas, we can also develop engineering mechas, such as mechas that can fight floods and provide disaster relief, and large mechas that can be used for infrastructure construction. After all, China is known as the infrastructure madman and has a lot of room for development. "

"Although those flower-like puppets you made look good, they are actually no different from robots. Humans don't believe in robots after all.

"So, only mechas controlled by humans are the path to human development."

Ye Hang talked a lot and made a lot of suggestions.

Ma Xianhong's heart was filled with ups and downs, and he could not calm down for a long time as he thought of countless possibilities.

According to what Ye Hang said, he can think of this. Once the earthquake-resistant and disaster-relief mecha comes out, it will be able to participate in various disaster relief operations. Isn't it a good thing to benefit the country and the people?

This is a matter of immeasurable merit.

There is another person who relies on the military. Once you rely on the military's lap, it is equivalent to giving you a protective umbrella.

By developing combat mechas in this way, ordinary soldiers can fight against aliens wearing mechas. Then there is no need to fear aliens threatening ordinary people?

The most important thing is that mechas can be mass-produced, so how many aliens do you have in total? ...........

Ma Xianhong's heart trembled when he thought of this, "It feels like the matter is too big.

If you are not careful, you may fall into a pit and be unable to get up.

"Hiss... Just let me calm down."

Ma Xianhong pulled his hair to force himself to calm down.

He thought a lot. Although the ideas were good, they had great hidden dangers.

"You are right, but the problem is how to get close to the military line. After all, there are obviously ten old people who are suppressing them. How can we get around it?"

Look at Ma Xianhong's confusion and worry.

Ye Hang was always calm. He explained: "The first thing we do now is to make samples, whether they are combat mechas or various engineering mechas for earthquake relief."

"When the time comes, why don't you just go and talk to the person in charge of the military in person? I'm sure they won't let go of such a good thing."

Ma Xianhong thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "Then we have become arms dealers. Why do we feel weird and always uneasy in our hearts.'

Ye Hang rolled his eyes at him: "What is a weapon refiner? He just makes various weapons. Weapons are also weapons, so it's no big deal."

"Tear down your furnace and use the materials to build a server for me to prepare for the next plan."

He said and pointed to the self-cultivation furnace.

Ma Xianhong's expression changed, and he finally gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll listen to you. The future development direction of New Jiejiao will be as you say."

"Don't worry, I'll help you solve your memory problem, but you have to think clearly, maybe these missing memories are not a good thing for you.

Ye Hang nodded slightly, not forgetting to remind him.

Ma Xianhong was open-minded: "It doesn't matter, as long as my missing memory can be restored and the problem of my soul memory can be clarified.'

Ye Hang doesn't want to give much advice on this, after all, for him, the issue of soul memory is simply child's play.

"Then sit tight and I can help you repair the damage to your soul and restore your erased memory."

After saying that, Ye Hang sat in front of him.

"Then please."

Ma Xianhong saluted solemnly.

Buzz!

Ye Hang pointed at the center of Ma Xianhong's eyebrows, and powerful soul thoughts poured in.

Under his terrifying calculation power, he quickly figured out the problem in Ma Xianhong's soul.

Someone tampered with it.

"Tsk, tsk, old horse, your soul memory has indeed been tampered with. It's about to start. Keep your mind and accept your missing memory."

Ye Hang looked solemn, and after speaking, he restored Ma Xianhong's soul consciousness little by little.

Soon, an influx of missing memories made Ma Xianhong's expression change. .