High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

"We've arrived. Please get out of the car with me."

After the hovercar entered the maintenance center of the administrator's center, Yang Yan put down his wine glass and stood up.

Chen Mo, who hadn't spoken a word the whole way, took a deep breath and followed Yang Yan.

Geng Lianhu observed the surrounding situation, ready to leave with Chen Mo at any time.

He didn't intend to lose a top genius like Chen Mo for the sake of Yang Zuo, who was in a coma.

Even if Chen Mo holds a grudge against him because of this, Geng Lianhu will never regret it.

Of course, if the cost is within acceptable limits, everything will be fine.

The entire administrator center was completely deserted; in fact, apart from Chen Mo and his two companions, there was no one else present.

Everything is handled by the androids; Kagerou, the administrator, only needs to make decisions when necessary.

"Please have a seat, both of you."

Although Yang Yan appeared to be very polite on the surface, Chen Mo and Geng Lianhu could clearly sense that he was merely imitating human customs.

"Back to our previous topic, you want to awaken this combat unit called 'Yangzuo,' right?"

"The Celestial Race never makes choices out of pity or emotion; you need to pay the corresponding price in exchange."

"Are you really not concerned about Yang Zuo?"

Chen Mo looked at Yang Yan in front of him, trying to find a trace of emotion in him.

"I care about him a lot because he possesses unique supernatural powers."

Yang Yan shook his head, taking off the fake smile from his face.

"But he failed, and the Celestial Race doesn't need failures."

"Therefore, he has been abandoned by the Celestial Race, and I will no longer serve as 'father'."

"Furthermore, since you didn't bring 'Yang Zuo' with you, I don't know what happened to this combat unit."

"In conclusion, I need to expend a considerable amount of energy to investigate the cause of Yang Zuo's coma, so I need you to make an equivalent exchange with me."

Yang Yan's words were cold and ruthless; in his eyes, Yang Zuo was merely a tool to be used to exchange for benefits.

What do you want?

Chen Mo sighed helplessly.

How to describe his impression of the Celestials...?

It's not too bad; at least these emotionless fighting machines do things in a straightforward manner.

"What I want is not complicated for you; it's something you use frequently in your daily life."

Yang Yan straightened up, staring intently at Chen Mo.

"I want to experience emotions, anger, sadness, happiness, and all sorts of emotions."

"The Celestial Race is born with extremely strong combat talent, but we know almost nothing about anything else besides fighting."

"Yang Zuo's output is actually just an instruction given by the ultimate AI."

"I did not experience any pleasure when I mated with the female provided by the AI."

"But I've read in human books that this behavior is usually pleasurable."

The Celestials' straightforwardness isn't always a good thing...

He was too blunt; he didn't even have the kind of bluntness that comes from treating himself like a human being.

"Therefore, I want to understand what emotions are. I believe that certain emotions can play a supporting role in combat."

Yang Yan stared intently at Chen Mo, but Chen Mo looked at Yang Yan with a thoughtful expression.

"Do you realize that your current state is exactly what 'expectations' are?"

Chen Mo was somewhat curious whether the Celestial Race was devoid of emotions or simply unable to perceive them.

"Expecting?" Yang Yan was taken aback for a moment, then reached out and touched his face.

"This feeling is actually called anticipation? According to the knowledge given to us by the AI, this feeling is a signal that the battle is about to begin."

"The name of this signal is expectation..."

"Is this guy stupid?" Chen Mo whispered in Geng Lianhu's ear.

"Didn't you hear? Their knowledge was all given to them by that so-called AI."

Geng Lianhu carefully observed Yang Yan's reaction, trying to deduce something from his words.

"Why do I feel like there's not much difference between the Celestials and those androids..."

"The Celestials control the androids, and the AI ​​controls the Celestials?"

Chen Mo also felt something was amiss; no wonder the Celestial Race had never communicated with the outside world.

"No, the AI ​​does not control us. Rather, our ancestors created the AI ​​to manage the Celestial Race."

Yang Yan snapped out of his shock at learning about a relationship and turned to speak seriously.

"So, all of this was told to you by that AI?"

Chen Mo had a feeling that something was off about this Yang Yan.

"That's right, the knowledge that the AI ​​possesses is all passed down from the ancient times of the Celestial Race."

"Through generations of selection and refinement by the Celestial Race, the knowledge we possess is absolutely correct."

Yang Yan returned to her previous expressionless demeanor, but a glint of light appeared in her eyes.

"Chen Mo, I have received the first emotion you have given me. Based on the principle of equal exchange, I will repay you with the knowledge in my mind."

"To find out why the Celestial Race combat unit is unconscious, we need to start with its body structure."

"Unlike humans and Abyss warriors, we Celestials possess an organ that none of you know about."

"The core of the celestial being, this is also the source of our celestial supernatural powers..."

...

Just as Yang Yan was recklessly revealing the secrets of the Celestial Race, the situation at the Harbin City military headquarters was getting worse.

"If the blizzard doesn't stop, communications won't be restored."

Guan Xia frowned, rubbing her temples incessantly with her fingers.

"The blizzard is too severe, and there is no effective support from the outside world. Moreover, our comrades from other military units are completely unable to adapt to the extreme cold here."

Despite being wrapped in a thick down jacket, Chen Yi was still unable to ward off the cold outside.

The temperature has been dropping these past few days, with the highest temperature at noon only reaching minus forty-seven degrees Celsius.

The nights are even more unbearable, with temperatures sometimes dropping as low as minus 65 degrees Celsius.

Even a mid-level martial artist cannot stay outdoors for an extended period of time in such low temperatures.

"Didn't I say that martial artists below the fourth rank are prohibited from leaving the room?"

Guan Xia glanced at Chen Yi, who was wrapped up like a penguin, and couldn't help but sigh.

"I can't stand it anymore, the commander hasn't made a move yet..."

Chen Yi shook his head and sat down next to the heat source in the sentry post.

"Now the military only has two Grandmasters left to oversee things. If the Ice Cave riots, it will be troublesome."

"The Snow Woman becomes even more powerful in extremely cold environments."

"Everyone at the Harbin military headquarters is used to temperatures as low as -30 degrees Celsius, but now it's -60 degrees Celsius..."