One full month. That was how long it had taken-thirty grueling days of relentless production, sleepless nights, and quiet victories measured in exponential growth.
The swarm had multiplied beyond counting. The Mother Al now pulsed at the heart of the building like a living heartbeat.
And the first finished product rested in his small palm: a thin, transparent strip norger than a band-aid, shimmering faintly under thentern light.
He had chosen Lu Piao for this moment the sharp-eyed young man from Thousand Herb''s Peak and the circle of trusted disciples who had followed him since the beginning.
They were the ones who understood loyalty and hungered for strength.
"Lu Piao," Alex called, his voice steady and low.
The disciple stepped forward, robes whispering across the polished floor. Alex extended his hand, offering the small device.
"You will use this technology."
Lu Piao took the strip between two fingers and turned it over, brow furrowed. "What is this?"
"It is artificial intelligence," Alex exined, calm and precise, the way a teacher might introduce a new scripture. "It will guide you, teach you, and help you grow stronger than you ever imagined. It was made by Prussia."
The words barely left his mouth before Lu Piao recoiled. He flung the device onto the table as if it had burned him.
"What Prussia?" he spat, face twisting with disgust. "This nasty thing... just touching it made me feel like I was betraying my Xia blood."
A flicker of disappointment crossed Alex''s face, but he kept his expression neutral. He reached out, picked up the discarded strip with careful fingers, andid it gently on the table.
"I''m sorry," he said softly. "That was the wrong one. You should use this."
From his spatial ring he drew out an identical band-aid, except this one carried a single elegant line etched along its edge: Made in Wudang.
Lu Piao''s eyes widened. He stared at the new device, then at Alex, shock rippling across his features. "What? It''s... made in Wudang? You created it?"
"Yes," Alex answered simply.
"It is so cool, I felt proud with my Xia''s and Wudang''s blood." A slow, eager grin spread across Lu Piao''s face. "Of course I''ll use it. Tell me how. This is incredible."
Inside, Alex felt a cold sneer curl through his chest. All it took was a change ofbel. Swap “Prussia” for "Wudang," and the same man who had thrown it away moments ago now reached for it like a sacred treasure.
The hypocrisy tasted bitter, but it also tasted like victory. He pushed the emotion down and kept his voice gentle.
"Just ce it here," Alex said, demonstrating on his own small neck, right below the ear. "Press it gently against the skin. It will do the rest."
Lu Piao copied the motion exactly. The moment the strip touched his skin, it adhered seamlessly, bing almost invisible. His eyes widened in shock. A soft gasp escaped him.
"What... I can hear a voice,” he whispered. "And I see colors-words, images— floating right in front of me."
Alex nodded, a quiet pride warming his chest. "Yes. Just follow its guidance. You can learn anything from it-herbal lore, fighting techniques, cultivation methods, even the secret arts of the Shaolin monks. It never sleeps. It never tires. It will carry you forward."
"It''s so cool," Lu Piao breathed, awe lighting up his entire face.
Alex allowed himself a small smile. He reached into the ring again and lifted a in wooden box. Insidey dozens of identical Gaia strips, each one ready to awaken a new mind.
"Now," he said, handing the box over, "you need to distribute these to every disciple at Thousand Herb''s Peak."
Lu Piao took the box with both hands, reverence in his grip. "Yes, Sect Master."
"And when that''s done," Alex continued, voice firm and clear, "distribute them to every peak. To every disciple. To every servant and ve. Not one person left out. Can you do that for me?"
“Sure,” Lu Piao said, his voice ringing with absolute certainty. "If this is yourmand, Sect Master, who in all of Wudang would dare refuse?"
He bowed once, deep and respectful, then turned and strode from the hall with the wooden box cradled against his chest like a sacred relic.
Alex watched him turn and walk toward the door, the box cradled like something holy. For the first time in weeks, he felt the weight in his chest ease just a fraction.
Technology is made byzy people forzy people. He was toozy to teach Wudang himself, so technology became the answer. This way, he could keep improving Wudang while still beingzy.
The revolution had begun-not with thunder and fire, but with a simple strip of transparent film and the quiet power of abel.
One mind at a time, Wudang would rise. And no one would ever know how deeply the future had already taken root.
Within a single week the
transformation swept through the mountain like wildfire. Every disciple at Thousand Herb''s Peak received a Gaia strip. Then every outer disciple. Then every servant everyborer, every ve who had never before tasted power. The thin, transparent bands disappeared against skin and became invisible, but their presence changed everything.
Alex watched it happen from the quiet heart of the sect master''s building. Through the newly awakened Mother Gaia—the vast intelligence now powered by trillions of nano-bots-he saw it all.
The core Al had already linked to every single Child Gaia on every wearer. It recorded their heartbeats, their breathing patterns, their smallest doubts and greatest ambitions.
It taught them. It guided them. It pushed them to be masters or monsters that Wudang had never seen before.
In one short month Alex knew the entire sect more intimately than any master before him. He knew their hidden fears, their darkest secrets, the quiet betrayals some had whispered only in their own minds.
None of it mattered to him. He did not care about their sins or their loyalties. He only cared about results.
"Mother Gaia," he said one quiet evening, voice steady and professional, "your new primary directive begins now. Convert every aspect of Wudang production to Prussia-standard efficiency."
"Traditional pift furnaces be
automated factories. Herb gardens be drone-managed hydroponic towers with elerated growth cycles No more centuries of slow
tradition. We build the future here, today."
The Al''s calm, feminine voice answered directly in his mind. "Directive received and acknowledged, Vice-Sect Master. Execution begins immediately."
And so the revolution took root.
Ancient alchemy halls echoed with the soft whir of new machines. Rows of gleaming fabricators turned rare herbs into perfect pills at a rate no human hand could match.
Outside, on the once-sacred slopes, fleets of silent drones tended vast artificial gardens that bloomed under controlled light and nutrient mist.
Flying cargo craft moved silently between peaks, carrying supplies that had been ordered and delivered through systems no one in Xia had ever imagined. The entire sect had be a living engine of progress sleek, relentless.
unstoppable.
Alex felt a fierce, quiet pride settle in his chest. Yet he also knew the truth: his own
body stillgged behind. If he was ever going to protect himself, he needed to surpass even his original self from Estoria.
So he gave one final order.
"Mother Gaia, maintain full operations. Keep raising the technologies until they even
surpass Prussia. If possible. I will enter closed cultivation."
He sealed the deepest chamber beneath the sect master''s hall, stepped inside, and
let the world fade.
Ten years passed in a blink.
The old Sect Master emerged from his own long seclusion at dawn, robes still carrying the faint scent of cave stone and incense.
A rare, genuine smile softened the old master''s weathered face. After a decade of relentless focus he had finally mastered the Nine Moons Wudang Sword Art-the pinnacle of their sect''s legacy.
His steps were light, almost youthful, as he walked out of the hidden cave and into the open air he had missed for so long.
He paused at the ridge overlooking the main peaks, eager to see the home he had
left in Alex''s hands. The smile lingered on his lips.
Then it died.
His mouth fell open in pure, wordless shock.
Drones hummed across the sky like silver bees, carrying crates of supplies stamped
with delivery codes he did not understand.
Sleek flying vehicles glided between the ancient pagodas, their engines whispering where horses and footpaths once ruled.
Below him, disciples moved in perfect forms, yet they fought against empty air— striking, dodging, parrying invisible opponents while their lips moved in quiet conversation with voices only they could hear.
Others stood motionless, eyes distant, absorbing knowledge straight into their
minds.
The old Sect Master''s eyes widened until they burned.
"Is this... still Wudang?" he whispered.
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