Star Sky Professional
Chapter 358 - 291: Plan (Request for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 358: Chapter 291: Plan (Request for Monthly Ticket)

"Mecha retirement?"

Davis was stunned, then a contemplative look crossed his face, "Indeed... many of the defensive mechas on this planet are nearing the end of their service life and should be scrapped to prevent various leaks and explosion threats... I wonder if Galaxy Company would be interested in taking over this business?"

"Recycling and scrapping business?"

Beside him, Vijali’s eyes lit up, ’Is this the business model of the Federation’s upper echelons? Quite an eye-opener...’

She certainly knew that getting rid of those scrapped products would cost Davis money!

Yes! It would involve the Federation paying a fee to Galaxy Company to handle a batch of scrapped mechas!!

"We could consider it. My secretary Vijali will handle this matter; you can discuss it directly with her."

Fang Xing laughed heartily as he and Davis then began discussing the business of suppressants.

Davis, having received satisfactory answers, seemed very excited.

Fang Xing also gained benefits.

The only loser in all this was the Federation’s interests.

Davis was very generous with his largesse from the Federation, giving Vijali a particularly favorable contract.

Watching Davis leave, Fang Xing felt reflective, "This is human nature... Reluctant to part with one’s own wealth, yet so generous with company and public possessions... But regardless, as long as I benefit in the end, it’s all good."

He found the ’Sun God’s Wings’ mecha quite handy.

After this ’scrapping’ process, he could take it to the Cultivation World or other otherworlds.

As long as it never returned to the Main Universe, there would be no problems.

Even if the Federation sent someone to investigate, he could simply claim that this mecha had been destroyed, as it would absolutely leave no trace in the Main Universe.

"I find myself growing bolder... Is it the confidence that comes with the impending advancement to Martial Saint?"

Fang Xing began to analyze his own heart.

A Martial Saint, already a true bigwig within the Federation, could form teams and partake in senatorial elections, just like Xu Sanyang!

That guy had already started canvassing across various planets.

Fang Xing felt that even if he advanced to Martial Saint and ran for senator, he still wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

But nonetheless, this was his ticket to entering the Federation’s ’upper circles’!

"Martial Saint... I hope I don’t end up like Wei Shentong; it’s better to advance sooner rather than later!"

This step of becoming a Martial Saint, without the resources provided by the Federation, was entirely luck-based.

Some Martial Artists had insights that allowed them to breakthrough.

Others, however, struggled with inner demons and even failed when using ’Divine Marrow’, as seen with ’Refining Divine Marrow.’

"I’m currently at the Nine Revolutions Great Vajra Realm, already Perfect within the Seventh Realm... moving up, my only option is to break through to Martial Saint!"

"For an average Great Vajra Realm Martial Artist, besides rigorous cultivation, the only option is to seek support from major powers..."

Fang Xing, still a doctoral student at Blue Star University, naturally could ask his alma mater for aid.

He had previously sent an email to Nie Ying, inquiring about the ’Divine Marrow’, but this strategic resource of the Federation was extremely rare and scarcely produced, with too many Martial Artist Professionals vying for it. Even with sufficient contributions, it was uncertain how long one would have to wait.

Fortunately, as a promising young talent from the academic circles, Nie Ying offered him several choices that involved undertaking fairly risky tasks, and once accepted, it was essentially a commitment.

Originally, Wei Shentong must have also had such an opportunity, assigned a special mission by bigwigs behind the scenes, but he likely failed.

"Such tasks are not only very dangerous but also carry a strong personal undertone..."

"Once undertaken, it’s like conceding leverage..."

Fang Xing sighed.

He clearly wouldn’t accept it just for a bit of ’Divine Marrow’.

Many of the Federation’s martial arts talents probably thought the same way, then ended up compromising with reality when they couldn’t find a breakthrough, turning into another Wei Shentong.

"But I am different... With resources from another Cultivation World, how could I possibly fail to break through the Eighth Realm?"

Fang Xing felt a pressing need to advance to Martial Saint.

Leaving aside some external shadows, even the Evil God’s World, the progeny of the Evil God were growing rapidly.

He needed to ascend to his strongest form as soon as possible, then test turning the Evil God World into his own backyard.

He pondered for a moment, then remembered he still had one genuine and one supreme ’Nascent Condensing Pill’ in his possession.

’Ordinary Vajra Realm warriors, of course, can’t use the Nascent Condensing Pill to break through...’

’But I am different, I am an "Immortal Martial Artist", with special advantages... This is a good opportunity to try it out, and also to lay the groundwork for future breakthroughs beyond Martial God.’

...

While Fang Xing was contemplating.

White Bird Star, at the space station platform.

A man dressed in a suit, looking every bit the upper-echelon elite, walked down from the spaceship.

"Is it Mr. Oli Jones? We have prepared a private hover car for you."

A white female in a small suit with a curvaceous figure bowed in welcome.

"Let’s go!"

Oli Jones followed the secretary to just outside the Space Center and got into a hover car.

The hovercar started smoothly, without a tremor, almost making one think it was still stationary.

"Mr. Oli Jones, this time I have prepared all the materials for Galaxy Company, and I believe we will have a certain advantage in business negotiations..."

The secretary spoke softly.

"Hmm..."

Oli Jones received a large volume of information and quickly flipped through it with the help of smart glasses.

As a business elite, he also had many undisclosed ’side jobs.’

This trip to White Bird Star was actually on behalf of the Ao Wei Group, to observe the Federation security advisor.

’A Vajra Realm Martial Artist, with connections to Blue Star University and the Xu Family... Recently got involved with the Nine Swords Academy, certainly different from the previous ones... Hard to deal with.’

’Just keeping those two women... Seems a bit distracted.’

Oli Jones silently inspected the documents, like a shrewd and bloodthirsty hunter looking for a prey’s flaws.

’However, the Ao Wei Group has not ordered a direct attack, just observation...’

’Additionally, if there is a chance, we could do business with the suppressant... Of course, it would be best to get the patent ourselves.’

Such Federal consortiums had long established a seasoned approach.

His arrival this time, rather than for revenge, was more for that new type of suppressant.

After all, sons and daughters could be re-born.

But missing out on such a good deal, who knows when the next opportunity will come?

In the Federation, which one of those corporate tycoons doesn’t have thousands of children? Losing a few occasionally does no real harm, even the particularly favored ones...

Nowadays, Federation’s biotechnology is so advanced, even genes can be engineered and cloned, greatly reducing the importance of blood relations.

Even if they are particularly favored, the actual familial affection is very indifferent.

Perhaps acceptable in normal times, but in the face of huge benefits, it’s completely negligible.

"Ownership of the laboratory belongs to Galaxy Company, controlled entirely by that person..."

"Key research members are all second-rate... mainly because of special raw materials."

"The various cultivation bases on White Bird Star don’t seem to have found that magical suppressant material... It’s a bit tricky."

"Hmm?"

Oli Jones reached the last few pages of the information and his eyes suddenly brightened. "The military of White Bird Star plans to dispose of a batch of scrapped mecha... Was this deal given to Galaxy Company?"

Although there was no hint of an issue on paper, Oli Jones knew there must be a story!

"Activate my S-level authority... I want to know everything about this scrapped mecha transaction!"

Oli Jones’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

He had a feeling that perhaps the key to completing this mission lay in this scrapped service plan.

...

Cultivation World.

Wanxiang Sect, Mountain Gate.

Meng Zijin stepped on the Fourth Rank Spirit Field, feeling slightly dizzy.

He crouched down, like an old farmer, grabbing a handful of Five-colored Spirit Soil and muttered, "Fourth Rank Five-colored Soil... Excellent stuff. Planting Spiritual Medicine here, a year’s growth equals a hundred years outside..."

As a low-level cultivator and a Spirit Plant Cultivator,

he never imagined that he’d be working in a Fourth Rank Spirit Field one day.

"Yes... Wanxiang Sect is worthy of being a Nascent Soul Sect, such accumulation, truly luxurious..."

Han Qingyun smiled, "Although most spiritual objects and scriptures have to be cataloged and then transferred to the Heavenly Sword Sect... Being able to cultivate here with the Spiritual Energy of the Fourth Rank Spirit Vein is greatly beneficial to us."

He had previously cultivated to the peak of the Foundation Establishment middle stage, and now felt that breaking through to late Foundation Establishment was within reach, thanks to the Fourth Rank Spirit Vein.

Such cultivation speed far exceeded his expectations.

It felt like he might have a chance at Core Formation in the future!

With that thought, Han Qingyun was immensely excited and thrilled.

After all, in the small town where he came from, being a Foundation Establishment cultivator was enough to wield power.

As for a Core Formation real person? Even a Fake Core real person was an absolute authority in Zheng Country.

Just then, a sword light descended.

"Who?"

Han Qingyun was startled and then saw Fang Xing, immediately bowing respectfully, "Greetings, Sword Child... So, the Upper Sect has appointed Sword Child to oversee here? Truly a prudent choice..."

Of course, he didn’t know Fang Xing had already advanced to Nascent Soul, still treating him like the original True Disciple.

He was secretly amazed in his heart, "Sword Child’s cultivation is profound, hidden and unfathomable... Definitely has formed a True Core... No, possibly a Half-step Golden Core, or even... an Immortal Golden Core?"

Although he also had a chance at Core Formation, he only dared to dream of Golden Core.

"Hmm."

Fang Xing nodded and tossed two Jade Bottles over, "Rewards for you... Also, I want to retreat in the best Fourth Rank Cave Mansion here, prepare everything quickly."

"Yes!"

Hearing that Fang Xing was going to retreat in Wanxiang Sect, Han Qingyun and Meng Zijin, although finding it a bit strange, had no intention of resisting and immediately went to prepare...