Is the mecha just a limiter? Muscle Lock, Activate!

"Okay."

Su Wanqing smiled, her eyes crinkling, and said sweetly.

"It's on the way. I should also go to the [Mech Soul Corridor] to find my first large mech."

She was really looking forward to Wang Chu's second large mech!

Even more than her own!

Wang Chu was just about to enter the [Mech Soul Corridor] when his movement suddenly stopped.

Oh, right, he almost forgot about the fatty, Ailsa.

For Wang Chu, although the attributes of the [Elf Holy Sword] were already dispensable, its mimicry effect was indeed useful.

It could transform into anything.

Even a Holy Grail would do.

Of course... if you can have the real thing, why bother transforming into a Holy Grail...?

Then, Wang Chu said to Su Wanqing.

"You go to the [Mech Soul Corridor] first. Ailsa is still in the sewer..."

"Uh... seems like she's being a bit slow. I'll go help her..."

"Hey! Can you do it or not!"

"Master Wang is here, open the door!"

......

......

This time, the sewer was seriously damaged.

The tap water gushing out from the faucet soaked the entire bathroom.

A faint smell of water vapor permeated the bathroom.

After a period of hard work with a wrench, Master Wang finally unclogged the sewer that had been blocked for half a day.

"Phew—"

Master Wang let out a long breath and reached out to wipe away the sweat from his hard work.

After a short rest, he activated the spirit纹.

"Enter the [Mech Soul Corridor]?"

"Yes."

The surrounding environment began to change, plunging into darkness.

After a moment, in the infinite darkness, faint lights began to appear.

When the darkness receded like a tide, Wang Chu felt that he was standing on a muddy ground.

"Oh? Looks like this [Mech Soul Corridor] is a bit different from the last time."

Wang Chu raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself.

The last time he was in the [Mech Soul Corridor], it was an almost endless ladder!

But at this moment, the place where Wang Chu was, was a vast sword tomb.

Yes...!

It was a sword tomb!

Under the cyan-gray sky, swords of various shapes were inserted diagonally into the cracked red soil like thorns.

Some of the swords were covered in rust, and the edges still retained dark red bloodstains, emitting a phosphorescent glow in the gray mist.

"So, I've come to the ancestral grave of swords?"

Wang Chu scratched his head.

Because each sword emitted a different color of light.

White light... blue light...

All the way to golden light.

Just like the quality of mech souls, they matched up.

Wang Chu rubbed his chin.

What he wanted was definitely a mythical-grade large mech.

These swords emitting golden light, which seemed to have extraordinary auras, had no attraction for him at all.

However.

Although Wang Chu looked down on these swords that were not even mythical-grade mech souls.

But... these mech souls were very interested in Wang Chu!

A breeze blew past.

From the moment Wang Chu appeared in the [Mech Soul Corridor].

These swords inserted into the ground began to tremble, emitting crisp metallic vibrations!

Clang—

If Wang Chu could understand them.

He would probably have a head full of sounds like "Come play with me, sir~" and the like.

Da... da... da...

Ignoring these swords that were emitting crisp vibrations with flattering expressions, Wang Chu strode forward, heading straight into the depths of the sword tomb.

"Hmm... the deeper I go, the higher the quality of these swords."

"The bloody smell and charm emanating from them are even stronger..."

Wang Chu walked with a calm expression, pondering to himself.

The charm here... refers to sword intent!

As someone who has mastered [Sword Intent] and [Swordsmanship · Peerless Sword Shadow], Wang Chu definitely has his own understanding of swords.

Naturally, he could feel different auras from these swords.

Just as Wang Chu passed by a long sword entwined with golden arcs of electricity.

Clang—

That long sword emitted a sword cry and shot towards Wang Chu!

Pa—

Wang Chu slapped it casually.

That golden-quality long sword entwined with golden arcs of electricity flew out spinning wildly.

"Damn... good thing I reacted quickly!"

"This sword is really cunning. If I had been touched, wouldn't it have forcibly recognized me as its master and directly activated a golden-quality large mech?"

"When encountering a high-quality male like me, it decisively chooses to stick to me, not even pretending, huh?"

"Male safety! Give me peanuts!"

Passing through the densest part of the sword forest, the gray mist gradually dissipated, revealing a mottled torii gate.

It looked like a Japanese-style wooden dojo.

"Here... there's a dojo here?"

Wang Chu raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

The morning light sprinkled down slightly, leaving sword mark trajectories on the white sand of the dry landscape garden, and bamboo deer scares received the morning dew dripping from the eaves.

At the entrance, a scroll with the words [Mind Like a Clear Mirror] swayed gently in the wind.

The floor of the wooden corridor retained the shallow footprints of tabi socks.

It felt like walking into a Japanese manga.

Also, it was very quiet here, and the noisy vibrations of those swords could no longer be heard.

It was like a secluded corner of the world.

"Moshi moshi~ Is anyone home?"

Wang Chu asked casually.

No answer came from the dojo. Wang Chu shrugged and stepped forward slowly, casually pulling open the sliding door.

Creak—

The sound of the door axis turning was very clear, slowly echoing in this quiet space, as if breaking the shackles of time.

Wang Chu's gaze was attracted by the girl in the center of the dojo.

Swordswoman.

The morning light passed through the gaps in the bamboo curtain, weaving fine golden threads on the girl's shoulders.

Underneath a neat and clean plain white kimono was a swordswoman's plain skirt dyed with indigo ink, and three ancient copper coins were hanging from the sleeve ties.

Black hair was tied into a high ponytail with sandalwood paper, revealing a patch of porcelain white on the back of her neck.

In front of her knees, a samurai sword lay in a simple wooden scabbard, and only four characters were faintly visible on the tsuba.

—Kikuichimonji.

Perhaps sensing the aura of a living person.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, but her breathing rhythm remained unchanged.

The high front of the plain kimono rose and fell slowly with her breath, as if she was meditating.

The next second.

She opened her eyes, which were two pools of cold autumn water.

Wang Chu made eye contact with her, then smiled.

"Kikuichimonji?"

"You wouldn't happen to be a mech soul from Japan, would you?"