Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The building of the military headquarters was certainly a battleship.
The office of General Li was situated on the top floor of the battleship, but it was not the most important site of the battleship.
Usually, the command room of the captain should be located at the bow of the ship.
There was a large office at the bow of the ship in the building of the military headquarters. Different from the office of General Li, all kinds of artifacts, flowers, and green plants were placed in this office, resembling a garden, devoid of any sentimental object.
A stream meandered at the end of the large hall.
There was a gazebo at the beginning end of the stream with an ancient zither in it.
An elegant young man wearing an ancient-style white robe sat behind the zither.
It was incredible to see such scenery and such a young man in the building of the military headquarters.
The young man was very handsome. His eyes and brows looked like they were painted on. His slightly pursed lips seemed a bit thin, but they didn’t look mean, simply attractive.
His fingers were as slim and long as the chives. When they pressed on the strings of the zither, they seemed to be so harmonious with the instrument, as if he should be an artist by birth.
It was quiet in the courtyard. Several subordinates in military uniform stood by the stream while looking at the scene in the gazebo nervously. They didn’t dare say anything to disturb the young man’s indulgence in playing the zither.
However, the ancient zither didn’t utter a sound in the end. After letting out a sigh, the young man pulled back his fingers before saying, “Three battleships were sent over. One of them was whacked aside, and another one was pierced through…this doesn’t make them look like battleships…more like pigs.”
The officers had the shoulder pads with golden stars displaying various numbers, meaning they were all generals. When being reprimanded by this young man, however, they didn’t even dare to argue.
“Has the long-range surveillance system been repaired?” asked the young man, after which he took out a soft towel and cleaned his hands carefully. He nodded in satisfaction after he took a look at the natural light outside the window.
A general hurried to tune to the wanted channel and to project it onto the light screen.
The seventh warped passage of the Yinhai Nebula was rather far from the Main Planet, and the battleship was severely damaged and the repaired channel was not in 3D. As a result, the picture on the screen was not very clear though it was distinct enough to see many scenes and traces, like the scene in which dozens of sword lights passed through the window and the body of the middle-aged man.
“Chi Song ending his life so pitifully was quite unexpected.”
Looking at the figure condensed from the sword lights, the young man lifted his brows slightly as he commented, “This guy seems to be quite powerful.”
“Those residents who might have met him in the Mingshen Neighborhood on the Stargate Base have all been arrested, and the investigation of the Twirling Rain Company has also started, but we still don’t have any clues.”
The general requested, “Should we stop the development of that game?”
The young man didn’t give a response to the question. “Who do you think is more handsome, him or me?”
This was a question…for which an improper answer would get the asker killed.
The courtyard was deathly quiet.
“It’s truly dreary,” said the young man while looking at the screen. “Though his face is quite pretty, it is nothing but a ceramic doll.”
The scene had changed to the space harbor a few days ago recorded by the long-range surveillance.
The youth in blue clothing stood by the entrance to the battleship and took off the hoodie to expose his face.
“He intended to use his unusual face to win fame in the Federation and thought it would be safe by doing so because nobody could willingly harm him…This guy must have read fictional history books. He is a bit too naïve,” said the young man. “Still, he is one of us. Ignore him, and let him be enmeshed in the story of his imaginings.”
The generals felt surprised. They had thought that this cocoon breaker had dared to resist the test and kill an important figure in the organization. Usually, he would be killed without a second doubt, but why did the young master let him live? This decision was not consistent with his temperament. And what did he mean by “one of us”?
“As for investigation…there is nothing to investigate!”
The young man lifted his legs and put them on the ancient zither. The strings of the zither uttered a whooshing sound because of the weight on them.
The generals were startled and then stood straight hastily.
“It’s nothing, just a faction of restless priests…This history has always repeated itself; it’s truly dreary. Kill all those arrested.”
The young man got up and headed toward the outside of the courtyard after he had seemingly heard something.
…
…
There were a few dining halls and a teahouse on every floor in the building of the military headquarters.
Ran Handong was waiting in a teahouse.
Many officers sat nearby, some of whom intended to talk to her, and some merely enjoyed watching her.
A white cloud suddenly drifted over from the other end of the passage.
It was a young man in a white robe.
The officers got up as quickly as they could and left.
The expression on Ran Handong’s face changed slightly as she saw the incoming person.
…
…
Shen Yunmai.
He was number one in the world in terms of talent in martial arts Cultivation.
He was also the number one in knowledge.
The number one in appearance.
And the number one in narcissistic feeling.
He was selected by the Science Academy of the Federation into the central research team when he was sixteen years old, but he found it uninteresting and joined the First Fleet after having stayed on the team for half a year.
When he was twenty years old, the First Fleet had encountered the dark invasion during their star chain mission and almost lost the entire fleet. It was due to his prowess that most of the fleet was saved.
When he was twenty-two years old, he led the First Fleet in completing the ring of the star chain, obtaining the Medal of the Milky Way, which was a top reward in the Federation.
He had sustained a severe injury in that battle and recuperated for ten months on planet Tianpu. Feeling bored during the period of his recuperation, he tried to break down the nuclear engine in super microparticles, having some breakthroughs. Because of this success, he was awarded the special Star Award when he was only twenty-three years old.
He was twenty-five years old now, and was the advisor of the highest level at the military headquarters of the Federation of the Milky Way; his right of authority was similar to the Commander-in-Chief.
Many people conjectured that he was the long-lost younger brother of General Li. The reason they didn’t think he was a bastard son of General Li was that he had never shown any respect toward General Li.
Shen Yunmai asked with a faint smile while looking at Ran Handong, “Are you waiting for someone?”
“Yeah,” returned Ran Handong.
Chen Yunmai suddenly reached out his hand and squeezed her face.
Ran Handong was an outstanding Cultivation practitioner among the young generation and in the Star State, but she couldn’t evade the squeezing hand of her opponent at the moment.
Chen Yunmai was rubbing her face unhurriedly, as if he was playing with a piece of mud or a doll, a faint smile showing on his handsome face.
“I’ll rape you after your father dies. Don’t resist me when the time comes.”
He looked rather deranged as he said this.
All of a sudden, his fingers grew rigid, and then his hand left Ran Handong’s face slowly one finger at a time.
He turned around to look at the top floor of the battleship.
An office was there.
There was a window on the wall of the office.
A youth in blue clothing stood by the window.
He was staring at Chen Yunmai expressionlessly.
…
…
Jing Jiu followed Colonel Chen to a long corridor, which was made of mental throughout without any rift or any trace of a welding job. By glancing at the corridor twice, Jing Jiu had found that the generator of the gravitational field, the high-energy laser fence, and some unseen weapon systems were hidden behind the metal walls. It would be not easy even for Jing Jiu to charge into this place.
“Did you know that I was coming?” asked Jing Jiu.
No sooner had Jing Jiu and Ran Handong walked out of the elevator than Colonel Chen recognized him and offered an invitation. It was evident that they had prepared for this meeting ahead of time.
Colonel Chen said, “The general is very busy with his regular affairs, so it’s not certain if he can come back to the Main Planet to meet you. But he gave us some instructions.”
The office at the end of the corridor looked ordinary, but it was exceedingly large. The books filled all the bookshelves against the walls on three sides of the room. The paperback books were not rare in the Federation of the Milky Way, but it was not suitable for a leader of the humans to use so many paperback books to decorate the office, which meant that these books were not décors but for reading.
“I’d like to look around,” said Jing Jiu.
Colonel Chen returned, “It’s actually the intention of the general as well.”
Jing Jiu came before the bookshelves and started reading the books.
He read them very fast, and he only read the covers of them. His steps had never halted for a second at any spot.
Soon after, he had read all the books on one side of the room and came up with a conclusion.
None of these books was about the combination of the Cultivation methods and the technology of the Milky Way or about the analysis of the relationship between the gene modification and the Cultivation. All these were books on history and the internet.
However, he was rather familiar with the arrangement of the books.
The books were arranged the same way as on Shiyue Peak.
There was a book on the desk.
He came before it and found that it was “The Path toward Heaven.” The page of the book was turned to the chapter “The Wind blows over Green Mountain and One Comes at Will”. The weight on the page was not a common one; it was an adornment made of two round blue gemstones.
It could be considered two spheres, representing the endless circle that is life
It was also meant to represent infinity.
It looked like the butterfly wings as well.
…
…
“Don’t investigate me,” Jing Jiu said suddenly.
General Li wouldn’t investigate him, but it didn’t mean that that organization wouldn’t do it.
He was not afraid of being investigated, but those thousands of officers and soldiers on that battleship and those people on the Stargate Base would be investigated as a result.
If he met General Li, nobody could tell what would ensue.
Since he hadn’t met General Li yet, he had better take care of this matter.
Colonel Chen didn’t expect him to raise such a request. After a moment of silence, she said, “This is not part of my duty because I don’t have the right of authority for it.”
“Who has the right of authority then?” demanded Jing Jiu.
It was then that he heard a commotion below.
As he came before the window, Jing Jiu saw the scene in which Ran Handong’s face was being squeezed by someone.
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The building of the military headquarters was certainly a battleship.
The office of General Li was situated on the top floor of the battleship, but it was not the most important site of the battleship.
Usually, the command room of the captain should be located at the bow of the ship.
There was a large office at the bow of the ship in the building of the military headquarters. Different from the office of General Li, all kinds of artifacts, flowers, and green plants were placed in this office, resembling a garden, devoid of any sentimental object.
A stream meandered at the end of the large hall.
There was a gazebo at the beginning end of the stream with an ancient zither in it.
An elegant young man wearing an ancient-style white robe sat behind the zither.
It was incredible to see such scenery and such a young man in the building of the military headquarters.
The young man was very handsome. His eyes and brows looked like they were painted on. His slightly pursed lips seemed a bit thin, but they didn’t look mean, simply attractive.
His fingers were as slim and long as the chives. When they pressed on the strings of the zither, they seemed to be so harmonious with the instrument, as if he should be an artist by birth.
It was quiet in the courtyard. Several subordinates in military uniform stood by the stream while looking at the scene in the gazebo nervously. They didn’t dare say anything to disturb the young man’s indulgence in playing the zither.
However, the ancient zither didn’t utter a sound in the end. After letting out a sigh, the young man pulled back his fingers before saying, “Three battleships were sent over. One of them was whacked aside, and another one was pierced through…this doesn’t make them look like battleships…more like pigs.”
The officers had the shoulder pads with golden stars displaying various numbers, meaning they were all generals. When being reprimanded by this young man, however, they didn’t even dare to argue.
“Has the long-range surveillance system been repaired?” asked the young man, after which he took out a soft towel and cleaned his hands carefully. He nodded in satisfaction after he took a look at the natural light outside the window.
A general hurried to tune to the wanted channel and to project it onto the light screen.
The seventh warped passage of the Yinhai Nebula was rather far from the Main Planet, and the battleship was severely damaged and the repaired channel was not in 3D. As a result, the picture on the screen was not very clear though it was distinct enough to see many scenes and traces, like the scene in which dozens of sword lights passed through the window and the body of the middle-aged man.
“Chi Song ending his life so pitifully was quite unexpected.”
Looking at the figure condensed from the sword lights, the young man lifted his brows slightly as he commented, “This guy seems to be quite powerful.”
“Those residents who might have met him in the Mingshen Neighborhood on the Stargate Base have all been arrested, and the investigation of the Twirling Rain Company has also started, but we still don’t have any clues.”
The general requested, “Should we stop the development of that game?”
The young man didn’t give a response to the question. “Who do you think is more handsome, him or me?”
This was a question…for which an improper answer would get the asker killed.
The courtyard was deathly quiet.
“It’s truly dreary,” said the young man while looking at the screen. “Though his face is quite pretty, it is nothing but a ceramic doll.”
The scene had changed to the space harbor a few days ago recorded by the long-range surveillance.
The youth in blue clothing stood by the entrance to the battleship and took off the hoodie to expose his face.
“He intended to use his unusual face to win fame in the Federation and thought it would be safe by doing so because nobody could willingly harm him…This guy must have read fictional history books. He is a bit too naïve,” said the young man. “Still, he is one of us. Ignore him, and let him be enmeshed in the story of his imaginings.”
The generals felt surprised. They had thought that this cocoon breaker had dared to resist the test and kill an important figure in the organization. Usually, he would be killed without a second doubt, but why did the young master let him live? This decision was not consistent with his temperament. And what did he mean by “one of us”?
“As for investigation…there is nothing to investigate!”
The young man lifted his legs and put them on the ancient zither. The strings of the zither uttered a whooshing sound because of the weight on them.
The generals were startled and then stood straight hastily.
“It’s nothing, just a faction of restless priests…This history has always repeated itself; it’s truly dreary. Kill all those arrested.”
The young man got up and headed toward the outside of the courtyard after he had seemingly heard something.
…
…
There were a few dining halls and a teahouse on every floor in the building of the military headquarters.
Ran Handong was waiting in a teahouse.
Many officers sat nearby, some of whom intended to talk to her, and some merely enjoyed watching her.
A white cloud suddenly drifted over from the other end of the passage.
It was a young man in a white robe.
The officers got up as quickly as they could and left.
The expression on Ran Handong’s face changed slightly as she saw the incoming person.
…
…
Shen Yunmai.
He was number one in the world in terms of talent in martial arts Cultivation.
He was also the number one in knowledge.
The number one in appearance.
And the number one in narcissistic feeling.
He was selected by the Science Academy of the Federation into the central research team when he was sixteen years old, but he found it uninteresting and joined the First Fleet after having stayed on the team for half a year.
When he was twenty years old, the First Fleet had encountered the dark invasion during their star chain mission and almost lost the entire fleet. It was due to his prowess that most of the fleet was saved.
When he was twenty-two years old, he led the First Fleet in completing the ring of the star chain, obtaining the Medal of the Milky Way, which was a top reward in the Federation.
He had sustained a severe injury in that battle and recuperated for ten months on planet Tianpu. Feeling bored during the period of his recuperation, he tried to break down the nuclear engine in super microparticles, having some breakthroughs. Because of this success, he was awarded the special Star Award when he was only twenty-three years old.
He was twenty-five years old now, and was the advisor of the highest level at the military headquarters of the Federation of the Milky Way; his right of authority was similar to the Commander-in-Chief.
Many people conjectured that he was the long-lost younger brother of General Li. The reason they didn’t think he was a bastard son of General Li was that he had never shown any respect toward General Li.
Shen Yunmai asked with a faint smile while looking at Ran Handong, “Are you waiting for someone?”
“Yeah,” returned Ran Handong.
Chen Yunmai suddenly reached out his hand and squeezed her face.
Ran Handong was an outstanding Cultivation practitioner among the young generation and in the Star State, but she couldn’t evade the squeezing hand of her opponent at the moment.
Chen Yunmai was rubbing her face unhurriedly, as if he was playing with a piece of mud or a doll, a faint smile showing on his handsome face.
“I’ll rape you after your father dies. Don’t resist me when the time comes.”
He looked rather deranged as he said this.
All of a sudden, his fingers grew rigid, and then his hand left Ran Handong’s face slowly one finger at a time.
He turned around to look at the top floor of the battleship.
An office was there.
There was a window on the wall of the office.
A youth in blue clothing stood by the window.
He was staring at Chen Yunmai expressionlessly.
…
…
Jing Jiu followed Colonel Chen to a long corridor, which was made of mental throughout without any rift or any trace of a welding job. By glancing at the corridor twice, Jing Jiu had found that the generator of the gravitational field, the high-energy laser fence, and some unseen weapon systems were hidden behind the metal walls. It would be not easy even for Jing Jiu to charge into this place.
“Did you know that I was coming?” asked Jing Jiu.
No sooner had Jing Jiu and Ran Handong walked out of the elevator than Colonel Chen recognized him and offered an invitation. It was evident that they had prepared for this meeting ahead of time.
Colonel Chen said, “The general is very busy with his regular affairs, so it’s not certain if he can come back to the Main Planet to meet you. But he gave us some instructions.”
The office at the end of the corridor looked ordinary, but it was exceedingly large. The books filled all the bookshelves against the walls on three sides of the room. The paperback books were not rare in the Federation of the Milky Way, but it was not suitable for a leader of the humans to use so many paperback books to decorate the office, which meant that these books were not décors but for reading.
“I’d like to look around,” said Jing Jiu.
Colonel Chen returned, “It’s actually the intention of the general as well.”
Jing Jiu came before the bookshelves and started reading the books.
He read them very fast, and he only read the covers of them. His steps had never halted for a second at any spot.
Soon after, he had read all the books on one side of the room and came up with a conclusion.
None of these books was about the combination of the Cultivation methods and the technology of the Milky Way or about the analysis of the relationship between the gene modification and the Cultivation. All these were books on history and the internet.
However, he was rather familiar with the arrangement of the books.
The books were arranged the same way as on Shiyue Peak.
There was a book on the desk.
He came before it and found that it was “The Path toward Heaven.” The page of the book was turned to the chapter “The Wind blows over Green Mountain and One Comes at Will”. The weight on the page was not a common one; it was an adornment made of two round blue gemstones.
It could be considered two spheres, representing the endless circle that is life
It was also meant to represent infinity.
It looked like the butterfly wings as well.
…
…
“Don’t investigate me,” Jing Jiu said suddenly.
General Li wouldn’t investigate him, but it didn’t mean that that organization wouldn’t do it.
He was not afraid of being investigated, but those thousands of officers and soldiers on that battleship and those people on the Stargate Base would be investigated as a result.
If he met General Li, nobody could tell what would ensue.
Since he hadn’t met General Li yet, he had better take care of this matter.
Colonel Chen didn’t expect him to raise such a request. After a moment of silence, she said, “This is not part of my duty because I don’t have the right of authority for it.”
“Who has the right of authority then?” demanded Jing Jiu.
It was then that he heard a commotion below.
As he came before the window, Jing Jiu saw the scene in which Ran Handong’s face was being squeezed by someone.
