Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 322 335336—Apocalypse Tank Ma Xiaotao: Shock! My 'Car Buddy' is Gone!

After confirming the quantity and requirements of various equipment once again, Qian Lingyun, together with the Northern Army Group and the Western Garrison, signed a military sales order that would earn them a lot of small profits, witnessed by the Fourth Prince's Consort and the Third Prince's Consort.

Finally, Qian Lingyun leisurely took her leave with the hefty deposit.

These days, both buyers and sellers feel that there aren't many profitable deals!

As is well known, the high cost of soul tools is not only due to the rare metals required for their production, but also to the exorbitant cost of the soul tool maker's "hand-crafting" fee.

Several months ago, the three level-nine soul masters of the Holy Spirit Cult created more than a dozen large machines for stamping and folding metal shells, based on the principle of the skinning assembly line in "Rabbit Amusement Park".

The work efficiency of the Holy Spirit Church's spiritual mentors has more than doubled.

Now they only need to sculpt the core and precision parts of the soul tool. As for the other miscellaneous outer shells and ordinary parts, they can just go up and pick them up after the large stamping machine is finished!

After speeding all the way to the Rhine Gold Soul Guided Arms Factory, Qian Lingyun hummed a little tune and found the Third Elder dozing off in the laboratory.

To be fair, the Third Elder is living a very comfortable life now. When there are orders, he goes around to check on things and sits in the laboratory for a while.

When there are no orders, I drink tea, play chess, and chat with Nan Shui Shui.

He looks significantly younger now, radiating youthful energy.

"Master, you've finally arrived!" The Third Elder strode out of the laboratory and rushed to Qian Lingyun's side.

"Hey! Third Elder, you've been doing well! You've gained quite a bit of weight since a few days ago!" Qian Lingyun handed the Third Elder a newly signed order and patiently explained, "Here, this is an order I signed with the Northern Army Group and the Western Garrison. The delivery time is also one year. Tell everyone to work hard, and the year-end bonus will be doubled!"

"Double? Then I'll thank the sect leader on behalf of all our Soul Masters!" The Third Elder put away the order and nodded slightly.

Admittedly, the treatment at their Rhine Gold Soul Guided Arms Factory is second to none in the entire Sun Moon Empire.

Although it is still a little behind Mingdetang, it is not out of reach.

"Oh right, I remember our soul-guided combat vehicle is already finished! Where is it? Let me go take a look!"

Seemingly having thought of the second purpose of her visit, Qian Lingyun's eyes were full of excitement, and she rubbed her hands together eagerly.

After all, who could resist the thrill of driving a steel behemoth?

"Yes, the first batch of three hundred soul-guided combat vehicles has been completed and is currently stored in warehouses number two and three."

At this point, the Third Elder couldn't help but laugh. Ever since the Soul Masters of the entire Holy Spirit Sect popularized those mechanical knowledge, more and more new ideas have been used on this batch of Soul Guidance War Chariots.

In particular, the widespread availability of new parts such as gears and mechanisms has reduced the number of core magic arrays required for the production of soul tools, thus freeing soul tool manufacturing materials from the requirement of rare metals.

"Is it easy to use? Let me see!"

Qian Lingyun rushed to the door of Warehouse No. 2. As she pulled the valve open, the half-meter-thick metal door slowly split open from the middle, revealing the steel behemoths shrouded in shadow in the darkness.

"It's so dark! Don't they turn on the lights in the warehouse?!" Qian Lingyun frowned as she looked at the pitch blackness in front of her.

"There are lights! Look!" The Third Elder chuckled and stepped into the warehouse.

As people entered the warehouse, rows of soul-guided lamps lit up, illuminating the once dark warehouse as bright as day.

Under the intense light, Qian Lingyun could clearly see the true appearance of these steel behemoths.

It must be said that although most of the evil spirit masters in the Holy Spirit Cult are mentally unstable, how can you get into technology without being a little crazy!

Just from those twin cannons, the coaxial machine guns, and a whole bunch of other miscellaneous cannons, it's not hard to tell the firepower of these iron lumps.

"Although our soul-guided combat vehicles are ready for mass production, they are currently still under wraps!"

The Third Elder patted the heavy metal plate on the soul-guided chariot in front of him and chuckled, "Why doesn't the Sect Leader guess what the cost of this thing is?"

"..."

A sixteen-barreled crossbow, a flamethrower cannon, a rapid-fire cannon, coaxial piercing cannons, two soul-guided machine guns, and at least four types of defensive soul-guided devices…

After much deliberation, Qian Lingyun reluctantly offered what she thought was a price: "It can't be more expensive than a level six Holy Spirit Crossbow, maybe... 500,000 per unit!"

"Too many!" the Third Elder chuckled proudly. "Take another guess?!"

"Three hundred thousand?!" Qian Lingyun exclaimed.

Even if all the weapons mentioned above are of the lowest configuration, it's unlikely that they would be any lower!

"It's already somewhat related, but it's still too expensive. Fine, I'll just say it directly! This thing only costs less than 150,000 gold soul coins to make!"

"Huh?! How much! Less than 150,000! That's so cheap, it can't be!" Qian Lingyun stood there, staring at the Third Elder in disbelief, but the Third Elder was full of confidence as he listed the items one by one.

Level 4 Holy Spirit Crossbow Cannon, cost price 8,000

Tier 4 piercing cannon, cost price 7,000

Level 4 Blazing Cannon, cost price 6,000

Two soul-guided machine guns, costing seven thousand.

A level 5 rapid-fire cannon only costs 10,000.

20,000 internal communication soul tools

Five thousand low-level defensive soul tools with four different properties

Standard metal armor, internal equipment, tracks, spare parts, 41,000

A total of 149,000 Gold Soul Coins.

"It's cheap, but how's the quality?" Qian Lingyun tapped the sloping armor on top and said jokingly, "Don't let the price go down if the quality is bad; otherwise, it's useless!"

Upon hearing this, the Third Elder's expression also turned serious:

"Excuse my bluntness, Master, they may not be very useful against high-level Soul Masters, but these things were not created to deal with high-level Soul Masters."

"Its role is to launch organized assaults on the plains, coordinating with Soul Masters to kill low-level Soul Masters and ordinary troops."

"Furthermore, one of my tanks can't handle mid-to-high-level Soul Masters. I can have ten, twenty, a hundred, or even three hundred tanks firing at once!"

"Forehead…"

After briefly imagining the scene of one hundred chariots with sixteen-barreled crossbows firing one thousand sixteen shells in a short period of time, Qian Lingyun couldn't help but shudder, thinking to herself:

[It's really like a massive firepower assault on an armored torrent! Oh well, since it's already so cheap, I guess I'll just have to... lower my standards a little more!]

After a moment's thought, Qian Lingyun said again, "Third Elder, I've discovered a new approach!"

"What kind of path?" the Third Elder asked.

"Since we can use ordinary metals as the main material to make soul tools, why can't we make fixed soul-guided cannonballs from ordinary metals! Anyway, they're going to explode, so wouldn't it be enough to have a large quantity?" Qian Lingyun clapped her hands, giving the Third Elder, who came from an evil soul master background, a small shock of firepower!

"It's not impossible. If... we thicken the outer shell made of ordinary steel, we should be able to barely make the fixed-load soul-guided projectile reach the power of a level four fixed-load soul-guided projectile," the Third Elder analyzed after considering for a moment.

"If all else fails, we can add a thin layer of rare metal to the outer shell of ordinary metal. That would be about right for a level four fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell. However, the destructive power of a level four fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell is at most close to that of a level five soul-guided cannon. Would that kind of power be..."

"It doesn't matter, it's enough to fight low-level Soul Masters and ordinary armies!" Qian Lingyun waved her hand dismissively.

After giving the Third Elder a suitable suggestion, Qian Lingyun jumped into the first Soul Guidance Chariot.

After a long while, she poked her head out and asked curiously, "Third Elder, have you given this thing a name yet?"

"No!" The Third Elder shook his head and spread his hands, saying, "Since it's still not for sale, it hasn't been named yet. If the Sect Leader has any ideas, then let's give it a name!"

"Naming the Soul Guidance Vehicle? This is so exciting!" Qian Lingyun murmured, affectionately stroking the hatch of the Soul Guidance Vehicle's driver's compartment, "Multi-barreled... Apocalypse... Apocalypse Tank! Yes! That's it!"

"Apocalypse Tank? That's certainly a good name!" The Third Elder pondered for a moment, then nodded with a sense of awe and wonder.

After gently stroking the Apocalypse Tank with her palm for a while, Qian Lingyun directly pocketed the vehicle she was sitting in: "Third Elder, this thing is pretty good, can I borrow one to play with?"

Haha, you're the cult leader, whatever makes you happy!

The Third Elder nodded with a forced smile, saying nothing more, though his eye twitched slightly.

In the following days, Qian Lingyun followed the Third Elder to collect many more fun model machines, and finally left at dawn, having thoroughly enjoyed herself.

Watching Qian Lingyun's departing figure, the Third Elder couldn't help but mutter to himself:

Although I don't know this Xu Tianran, just thinking about how a crazy woman like you, cult leader, is about to marry him makes me feel like his life is doomed...

At this moment, Xu Tianran, who was undergoing rehabilitation training in the palace, was unaware that a level nine soul master was praying for him at home.

All he knows now is that his leg has been reattached, and soon he will be able to walk on the street like a normal person.

Yawning, Feng Ling returned to the Holy Spirit Church headquarters, where she found herself sitting at her desk, grumbling at a huge pile of documents.

"Are these bastards out of ideas? They have to report this ridiculous thing to me!"

Feng Ling tore the document in front of her to shreds and frantically grabbed her hair and banged her head on the table.

"Holy crap, another one's gone mad?!" Qian Lingyun peered suspiciously through the front door, observing Feng Ling's movements, secretly relieved.

Luckily, I became a hands-off manager, otherwise I would definitely be the one pulling my own hair right now.

Sensing that someone was spying on her from the shadows, Feng Ling's expression turned cold. She turned her head to look at the door, and Qian Lingyun was caught red-handed by the working-class Feng Ling!

"Master! Do you know what I've been through these past few days?! Do you know? Do you know?"

Feng Ling stood up and stumbled off to her feet. Her stiff movements resembled a zombie emerging from its cage, which startled Qian Lingyun so much that she couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Feng Ling grabbed Qian Lingyun by the collar, shaking her while roaring, "Just because you're getting married, all the work has fallen on my shoulders! You're so comfortable being a hands-off boss, don't you feel any remorse?"

"Well...we evil spirit masters have no conscience!" Qian Lingyun awkwardly scratched the back of her head, leaving Feng Ling speechless with just one sentence!

"Qian Lingyun! Qian Lingyun, you're absolutely inhuman!" Feng Ling roared through gritted teeth, "You have no idea! With the Holy Soul Hall and the Holy Spirit Cult separated, I've been handling so much work all by myself. Now, I even have to eat at the table!"

Before Qian Lingyun could retort, Feng Ling leaned closer, pointed at her smoky makeup, and angrily said:

"Look at my dark circles! I haven't slept for days!"

With that, Feng Ling dragged Qian Lingyun and pinned her against the desk, angrily shouting, "I need to go back to sleep tonight. You can deal with this yourself here!"

Watching Feng Ling's departing figure, Qian Lingyun sighed and focused on fulfilling her mission as the sect leader!

Feng Ling was gone for several days without anyone coming to relieve her. It wasn't until Qian Lingyun fell asleep with her head on a pile of documents that she and Dai Lun quietly emerged from the shadows.

"Hey, hey, she's asleep! I'll be there soon!" Feng Ling called out, holding her communication device and contacting the person on the other end.

"Sure enough, she loses her sense of time when she's reviewing documents. She's getting married tomorrow and she's still reviewing documents today! Hahahaha!"

"You're deliberately increasing her workload, aren't you! Ever since she became the leader, you've hardly approved any documents; you've left them all to her!"

Yuma, on the other end of the communication device, sneered with dissatisfaction, "It's fortunate she didn't know, otherwise no one could have saved you!"

"How can you blame me?!" Feng Ling's face stiffened, and she retorted without holding back, "Didn't you want to surprise her and ask me to keep her occupied?"

"Putting aside the facts, I just want to ask you, haven't you been dragging this out these past few days?"

"..."

This time, Yuma didn't say anything more. Fengling's words made a lot of sense, and she couldn't refute them!

"Hey, can you guys stop chatting? Come lend a hand!"

With Feng Ling's help, Darren somewhat struggled to hoist Qian Lingyun onto her shoulder, and she couldn't help but complain, "How can she be so heavy! She's like a huge lump of iron!"

"Who knows! You take her first! Wu Yun and the others don't know about tonight's event yet!" Feng Ling pouted, indicating that Darren should go to the Duke's mansion first. She still needed to call Zhang Lexuan, Hu Mei, and the Wu Yun sisters.

According to Yuma, in addition to the bride's priceless phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, the bridesmaids also had bridesmaid dresses worth over ten thousand gold coins.

Yuma was a wealthy woman, and she had an exceptionally keen eye for valuable things.

The priceless value she described was absolutely true.

Enough said, she was going to the Duke's mansion to see what that priceless phoenix coronet and wedding gown looked like!

He kicked open Mei Douluo's door and, unsurprisingly, found her training with Ma Xiaotao.

Feng Ling ignored this, and simply urged Hu Mei to change her clothes and leave without any expression...

"Oh my god, that Crown Prince of Sun and Moon married our leader?" Ma Xiaotao slammed on the brakes and stopped the cart. She sat there, twisting her waist as she looked at Feng Ling in surprise.

Although the Sun and Moon Royal Family has been spreading the news of the Crown Prince's marriage far and wide these days, in reality... it's not a big deal for those of them who live in the Demon Forest.

After all… for evil spirit masters, whose proportion of pure-love warriors is almost non-existent, the cult leader's marriage is nothing more than a marriage of convenience, and not a big deal at all…

Having just finished warming up, Ma Xiaotao watched angrily as Mei Douluo ran out the door, her clothes disheveled. She felt incredibly frustrated and, sitting on the car seat, shouted indignantly:

"Oh no, I'm so pretty, why didn't she invite me to be her bridesmaid!"

Hearing this, even after running far away, Mei Douluo still turned back, pulling up her pants, and sneered, "Who told you you weren't a Title Douluo! To get into the high-level bridesmaid group, you have to be a Title Douluo!"

"Damn it! What kind of bridesmaid group is so hardcore? Only Title Douluo can get in!" Ma Xiaotao twisted a few times in frustration. Seeing that her friend had already gone far away and she was left alone, she suddenly felt that everything around her was boring. So she took her clothes and went back by herself.

She would cultivate diligently and strive to become a Title Douluo as soon as possible. She wanted to teach Mei Douluo a lesson.

Things change, and fortunes shift; never underestimate a young girl's potential!

(End of this chapter)