Star Sky Professional
Chapter 392 - 317: Several Years (Extra, Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 392: Chapter 317: Several Years (Extra, Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Half an hour later.

Star Sea Company, Mecha construction factory.

"What? A spy invasion?"

Fang Xing had just finished dealing with the progeny of the flesh, and he returned to hear a piece of news that made his brows furrow.

"Yes."

Vijali adjusted her glasses, "Fortunately, we discovered it in time, and with Miss Nangong’s assistance... the spy didn’t cause any damage."

"Where is he?"

Fang Xing looked toward Nangong Xue.

"He committed suicide."

Nangong Xue frowned, "Do we need our Nine Swords Academy’s security department to get involved in the investigation?"

"Thank you, but that won’t be necessary for now."

Fang Xing waved his hand.

He intuitively felt that this incident involving the Evil God’s Child was somewhat suspicious since it coincided too closely with the spy’s intrusion.

’If it were just a new kind of suppressant, the background of the Martial Saint and the two top-tier academies would have been sufficient to protect it...’

’But with the unknown material from the Outer Realm Evil God added, does it become too conspicuous?’

’No, given the current confidentiality level of the laboratory, it should just be a suspicion, right?’

’Since that’s the case, if soldiers come, block them, if water comes, cover it...’

...

Meanwhile.

Evil Dragon Star, wormhole.

A spacecraft, resembling a dark evil dragon, slowly emerged from the wormhole.

Inside the vessel, within a large hall.

A Martial Artist, who was balding and resembled an old man, was sitting cross-legged.

He had a large head and a thin physique, appearing very aged, but his eyes were very bright.

Qi of the Martial Arts swirled around him, causing the Void to subtly ripple.

"Wu Yong, Martial Saint, this time you will act as the inspector, heading to White Bird Star in the Evil Dragon Star System to confirm the materials and the deeds."

The mechanical voice of the "All-Knowing Brain" transmitted.

Every time an Evil God’s Child attack occurred, it was not just a matter of killing it and then everyone sharing the loot.

Actually, according to standard procedures, it was first reported, then the Federation confirmed the battle results, and after an evaluation, rewards would be distributed.

Grace, intimidation, rewards, and punishments being in the hands of the Federation’s Governors are signs of a stable government.

If subordinates were to distribute the spoils of war without permission, it clearly indicated a foundational problem in governance.

Of course, special cases are treated specially.

When the contributor is a Martial Saint, ordinary federal civil servants wouldn’t dare say much.

At such times, a new balancing force needed to enter the scene.

Considering that Zhou Yehua, Martial Saint, needed to stay at the Evil Dragon Star, Wu Yong was chosen for this mission.

"Fang Xing, to have reached the rank of Martial Saint in his fifties, truly a genius..."

Wu Yong looked at Fang Xing’s resume, his expression indeterminate: "During college, he even killed his mentor Wei Shentong?... The young Martial Saint was indeed a promising novice from our sect, although he was stuck at the Great Vajra Realm and could not break through, with his Great Vajra Physique, once he did, he would become a strong Martial Saint, and now he’s gone, and there’s nothing left..."

With the Federation’s technology, of course, a clone of Wei Shentong could be easily recreated.

But whether the clone could cultivate to the Great Vajra Realm again was a different matter.

Moreover, it required a lot of resources and seemed very cost-ineffective.

Besides, cloning is not the same as resurrection.

Therefore, even for high-rank powerful beings, once dead, they are genuinely dead.

"For it to be my turn to inspect is truly a strange affair... Our faction didn’t exert any effort, so it must be some other faction trying to muddy the waters?"

A sharp glint passed through Wu Yong’s seemingly cloudy old eyes.

Being able to cultivate to Martial Saint, he was certainly not ordinary, though this mission was allegedly randomly assigned by the ’All-Knowing Brain’, who would believe such a thing was dumb.

"To see if I can measure up the new Martial Saint’s worth? It’s really... interesting."

Wu Yong’s knuckles cracked, a hint of anticipation in his motions.

...

"A Federation inspector is coming?"

On White Bird Star, Fang Xing also got wind of this news from various sources.

"Doesn’t feel like it’s for that flesh progeny, huh."

He sighed deeply and rubbed his temples.

However, this was a routine probe and shouldn’t elicit an overly aggressive response.

"It seems your factory has attracted a lot of attention."

Nangong Xue, beside him, took off her glasses, "What do you think? Should we eliminate that person?"

"Are you out of your mind? That’s a Martial Saint."

Fang Xing glared at Nangong Xue.

The Sword Saints of the Nine Swords Academy were all somewhat eccentric.

"That’s really boring..."

Nangong Xue yawned, put on her glasses, and instantly transformed back into a nerdy schoolgirl, sealing away her charm.

...

Several hours later.

Galaxy Island.

A spaceship modeled on a Black Dragon slowly docked.

The spaceship’s hatch automatically opened and a figure walked down, it was Wu Yong!

"Martial Saint Wu, welcome!"

Fang Xing, smiling broadly, went to greet him.

"Martial Saint Fang!"

Wu Yong also showed a hint of a smile and reached out his hand.

As their palms met, it seemed even the Void trembled!

’A show of power?’

Feeling the powerful force transmitted from the palm, Fang Xing smiled subtly and channeled the Fire Profound Mystery.

Crack!

A grating sound of bones breaking echoed.

Wu Yong’s expression changed, and he subtly withdrew his hand, a storm of emotions rising in his heart: ’He’s so young... and yet he surpasses me?’

From that single handshake, Wu Yong knew, he was no match for Fang Xing.

In Ancient Martial, there was a tradition of gauging strength and skill through physical contact.

That handshake told him, if it were a fight to the death, he could very likely be killed by Fang Xing in combat!

Thinking of his own age, and then Fang Xing’s, suddenly made him feel as if he had lived all these years in vain.

"Martial Saint Wu, please... I have prepared a feast."

Fang Xing maintained a broad smile as if the man who had shown aggression just moments ago wasn’t him.

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