Chapter 200: The Might of the Spirit Armor
A flash of light erupted in the Refining Hall as the Spirit Armor dissolved into a stream of silver energy, burrowing into Sun Yi’s chest. The surrounding refiners and Patriarch Qingxuan let out a collective breath of relief.
The binding process was finally complete.
Sun Yi wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Even for him, refining a Tier-3 Grade-9 Spirit Weapon with only an early Foundation Establishment cultivation base was a grueling marathon. It was like trying to tame a dragon with a piece of string.
He immediately crushed two High-Grade Spirit Stones in his hands, drawing in a torrent of spiritual energy to replenish his drained reserves.
Moments later, his aura stabilized. Sun Yi opened his eyes, stood up, and with a mere thought, summoned the armor.
Clang!
The suit materialized instantly. It was a masterpiece of pale gold, etched with intricate crimson circuit patterns that pulsed like veins of lava. On his back, the massive blade wings were retracted, folding seamlessly against the rear plating like a dormant metallic cloak.
Sun Yi closed his eyes, running a diagnostic. The energy drain was significant. Even in standby mode, the armor was sipping at his True Qi constantly.
However, the trade-off was undeniable. He felt lighter, stronger. Even without activating the active shields, his passive physical resilience had skyrocketed. When he clenched his fist, the hydraulic hiss of the gauntlets promised bone-crushing power.
“Stealth mode,” Sun Yi whispered.
The Tier-3 Concealment Array hummed to life. Instantly, his aura vanished from the spiritual spectrum, rendering him invisible to divine sense.
“Flight mode.”
Schwing!
The blade wings snapped open with a sharp, aggressive sound. One large pair, one small pair—a mechanical angel of death looming over the workshop.
The refiners gasped, their eyes shining with envy and admiration.
“It’s beautiful…”
“Those wings! The aesthetic is aggressive yet elegant. It’s perfect!”
“I need one. I don’t care the cost, I need one.”
“Hehe, knowing the Headmaster, he’ll probably issue these as standard equipment for the elites. We just have to work hard!”
Patriarch Qingxuan was equally pleased. The craftsmanship was superb. “Don’t just pose, boy! Show us the speed!”
“Yes, Patriarch.”
Sun Yi grinned. He channeled his intent into the wings.
BOOM!
There was no buildup. One moment he was standing there; the next, a sonic boom rattled the tools on the benches. Sun Yi became a golden blur, tearing through the air of the massive workshop. He moved so fast that the afterimages lingered for seconds, creating a trail of golden phantoms.
“Too fast!” Elder Yan shouted, trying to track him.
Gu Qingcheng clenched his fists, trembling with excitement. “It works! The thruster integration is stable!”
“Incredible,” Elder Tong muttered. “He’s only at the Foundation Establishment stage, but that velocity… it defies logic.”
Sun Yi drifted to a halt in front of the Patriarch, looking unruffled.
“Not bad,” Qingxuan nodded, his eyes wide. “That speed rivals a standard early Golden Core cultivator. You could outrun almost anyone in your generation.”
“Hehe,” Sun Yi chuckled mischievously. “Patriarch, who said that was my top speed?”
“What?” Qingxuan blinked. The room fell silent. “You can go faster?”
“You forget,” Sun Yi grinned, “I haven’t used the Wind Thunder Step yet. Let’s see what happens when we stack a movement technique on top of the thrusters.”
Sun Yi took a breath.
Wind Thunder Step.
Arcs of lightning and swirling wind essence erupted from the blade wings.
CRACK!
Sun Yi vanished.
He didn’t just move; he teleported. The air shrieked as he tore through it, leaving behind a trail of ozone and vacuum. He was a streak of lightning, ricocheting off the walls of the workshop faster than the eye could follow.
“He’s faster than a mid-Golden Core cultivator!”
“That’s impossible! He’s breaking the laws of cultivation!”
“The synergy! The armor amplifies the technique!”
“I want one! I want one now!”
The refiners were in a frenzy. This wasn’t just an upgrade; it was a paradigm shift.
Sun Yi skidded to a halt in front of Qingxuan, the wind from his deceleration blowing the Patriarch’s robes back. His face was slightly pale, and his chest heaved, but his eyes were burning with exhilaration.
“Are you alright?” Qingxuan asked, noticing the strain. “Is the armor unstable?”
“No,” Sun Yi waved his hand, panting slightly. “The armor is perfect. The problem is the user.”
“My physical body has reached Tier-3, but barely. Sustaining that velocity puts a massive strain on my internal organs. G-force is a killer.”
“Also, the fuel consumption is terrifying. Even with the seven High-Grade Spirit Stones taking 90% of the load, that short burst just burned through a tenth of my total True Qi reserves. And I have Six Dantians.”
Elder Yan’s jaw dropped. “A tenth? With six dantians? A normal cultivator would be sucked dry in seconds!”
“Don’t worry,” Sun Yi reassured them. “This is a Tier-3 Grade-9 prototype. It’s a Ferrari engine on a go-kart. The mass-production models will be lower tier and much more efficient. The average disciple won’t face this kind of drain.”
“We can optimize the efficiency in future iterations.”
“Fair enough,” Qingxuan nodded. “Now, the defense. Let’s see if it can take a hit.”
“Go ahead, Patriarch. Don’t hold back.”
Sun Yi stood still, deactivating his active defenses and relying purely on the armor’s passive plating.
Qingxuan flicked his finger. A beam of sword Qi, calibrated to the strike of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, shot out.
Ping!
It bounced off the armor like a pebble hitting a steel wall. Sun Yi didn’t even flinch.
Qingxuan raised an eyebrow and fired again—this time with the power of a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator.
Clang!
The armor absorbed the impact effortlessly.
“Alright,” Qingxuan’s eyes narrowed. “Brace yourself. Early Golden Core strength.”
The Patriarch thrust his palm forward. A massive blade of energy materialized, carrying the oppressive weight of the Golden Core realm. The air distorted around it as it slammed into Sun Yi.
BOOM!
The armor’s defensive array flared to life, a golden barrier erupting to meet the strike. Sun Yi gritted his teeth as his True Qi reserves plummeted, pouring energy into the shield to sustain it.
The dust settled.
Sun Yi stood firm. The floor around him was cracked, but the armor—and the man inside—was unscathed.
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