235: Chapter 235 Forty Thousand Light-Years Away, Someone Has Taken the Order!

Marshal Huo Tianxing was still looking at the sky.

After that dark gold beam of light dissipated, the deep night sky remained deathly silent, with no response whatsoever.

Su Ming patted Marshal Huo Tianxing's arm and shrugged, looking indifferent.

"It doesn't matter, Uncle."

He said nonchalantly: "Let it be sent. When the soldiers come, block them; when water comes, cover it with earth. Who will end up cleaning up whom is not set in stone yet."

He wasn't just being a "King of Posers" here.

Just a moment ago, a System notification had flashed in his mind:

[Detected hyper-dimensional coordinate information stream, parsing... Parsing failed.]

[Target distance is approximately 42,000 light-years; signal attenuation is severe. It poses no threat in the short term.]

With his current Gravity Anchoring ability, he couldn't intercept it, to say nothing of the fact that even if the other side received the signal and rushed over, it would absolutely not happen overnight.

40,000 light-years?

By the time that so-called shepherd received the express information and rushed over, he would probably be able to traverse the Universe with his Physical Body.

Perhaps by then, he could even go back to his home planet to take a look...

I wonder if those teachers who accompanied him through countless days and nights are still around?

Has the business of Madou Pictures continued to grow?

Has the red-light district in Japan been legalized?

That server in the cubicle next door that ran for three years without being shut down—did anyone unplug it?

...

Thinking too much.

Su Ming extinguished that sentimentality in his mind and looked back at Marshal Huo Tianxing.

Marshal Huo Tianxing stared at his poker face, feeling deeply moved.

As expected of the man with the codename "King of Posers."

To bluff about interstellar matters like that without even blinking...

However... this kid really does have the capital to be arrogant.

Those two moves just now—they were probably not much worse than his own mentor's, right?!

Marshal Huo Tianxing suddenly recalled that sentence his mentor once said on the Marshal's private channel—

"It wouldn't be impossible to get that brat to call me 'Daddy'..."!

At the time, he thought it was just an elder's acknowledgment of a Junior.

Looking at it now, perhaps there was another meaning to it?!

He himself had been calling him "nephew" left and right just now; he really was taking advantage of him.

Based on the force of that punch just now, shouldn't he be the one calling him "Grandpa"?!

Having figured this out, the way Marshal Huo Tianxing looked at Su Ming changed.

Su Ming had no time to pay attention to the complex psychological activities of a middle-aged uncle.

He looked at Zhou Kui, who was lying half-dead in the mud pit.

The Ferryman Mark was already mostly shattered.

The Styx spring eye was also nearing exhaustion.

However, this old guy was a Ninth-Order after all.

There should still be some mixed Origin left in his body, right?

He called the System in his mind.

"System, can this guy still be recycled?"

A cold notification sounded quickly.

[Detected a broken Ninth-Order lifeform.]

[Life form: First Life Form · Pseudo-Ninth-Order (Has not yet broken through the silicon-based threshold)]

[Human gene structure ratio: 78%.]

[High-dimensional alienation structure ratio: 22%.]

[Analyzing recyclable Origin...]

Su Ming subconsciously tapped his fingertips on Zhou Kui's shoulder armor twice.

If he could extract the remaining Origin, it would be worth at least hundreds of thousands of mass points.

Even a mosquito's leg is meat.

[Analysis complete.]

[The target's underlying life structure still falls within the category of human.]

[The solidified Origin is deeply bound to vital signs; it cannot be effectively stripped while ensuring the target's survival.]

[Forcibly devouring a carbon-based lifeform will trigger the highest-level ethical protection protocol; the operation has been locked.]

"Tsk."

Su Ming curled his lips.

So the System also engages in this consumer rights protection nonsense?

You can't eat living people; you can only recycle them if they are completely dead. Previously, the Sixth-Order Scorpion King was a dead Source Beast, so he could devour it directly. Since Zhou Kui was still hanging on by a thread, the System wouldn't recognize it.

Pickiness.

He casually opened the panel.

[Host: Su Ming]

[Life form: Third Life Form · Star Core Embryo]

[True Mass: 5,000 tons]

[Mass point balance: 6,120,000]

6.12 million.

Seeing the balance, the regret in Su Ming's chest dissipated quite a bit.

Zhou Kui's scythe and waterfall had contributed over four million mass points!

Adding Samuel and the Twelve Abyss Knights' equipment, this trip was already a massive profit!

It was enough for him to attempt to impact the Fourth Life Form!

Su Ming closed the panel and looked at Zhou Kui again.

To have such a complete Ninth-Order shell, still carrying a half-shattered Origin core and the Ferryman Mark, just rotting in the dirt like this was truly a bit of a waste.

He rubbed his chin with his fingertips, his eyes darkening slightly.

How about... just slapping him into neutrinos and calling it a day, so he wouldn't cause any more trouble later.

Although Zhou Kui couldn't move, his consciousness was still there.

He saw Su Ming frowning, then smacking his lips, with silver-blue halos that caused space to bend emerging from his fingertips—the look was clearly that of someone figuring out how to deal with kitchen waste.

A chill that went deep into the bone marrow rose up.

Zhou Kui had thought he was no longer afraid of death.

But the look in Su Ming's eyes was more tormenting than killing intent.

Just as Su Ming was about to raise his hand to clear the scene.

"Wait!"

Marshal Huo Tianxing spoke up.

Su Ming turned his head.

"What?"

Marshal Huo Tianxing walked two steps closer, looking first at Zhou Kui, then at Su Ming's hand, his tone unusually having a bit more room for negotiation.

"That... Nephew Su? No, Su... Student Su!"

He coughed dryly.

"If you feel that... keeping this loot takes up space, can we... discuss handing it over to the military for processing?"

Hearing this, Su Ming's eyes lit up instantly.

He hooked his finger slightly, and Gravity Anchoring directly dragged Zhou Kui's body half a foot toward his own feet.

He turned slightly to block Marshal Huo Tianxing's line of sight, striking a defensive posture of someone protecting their food.

"You good Uncle!"

"I treat you as an elder, and you actually want to rob my beloved friends and brothers?!"

Marshal Huo Tianxing: "??"

Zhou Kui, lying in the dirt pit: "???"

Who the hell is your brother?!

Su Ming bent down to straighten the loose bone armor on Zhou Kui's chest.

"Do you know what a huge price I paid to capture him?"

Marshal Huo Tianxing glanced at Su Ming's unscathed fist.

Then he glanced at Zhou Kui's almost completely shattered bone armor.

"How huge?"

"A near-death experience! My hands are still numb to this day."

Marshal Huo Tianxing's eyelid twitched slightly.

The numbness from when you grabbed me just now really hasn't faded yet.

"He is a judge of the Fusion Divine Court, possesses the Origin of the Twelve Abyss Knights, and serves as the intelligence head of the Tongyuan Society. The key is, he knows about alien civilizations!"

"I swear, my brother is absolutely a unique and rare specimen in the world today!"

"Looking at the entire Federation, that is a priceless treasure!"

With every sentence he said, Marshal Huo Tianxing's breathing grew heavier.

Just as he thought, this was no ordinary prisoner.

Zhou Kui's brain contained triple intelligence regarding the Divine Court, the Tongyuan Society, and unknown high-dimensional entities.

Bringing him back alive had a value that could not be measured by military merit.

Seeing that the timing was about right, Su Ming's tone became a bit more reluctant.

"I originally planned to take him home, cut off a few pieces as a souvenir, and keep the rest as a guardian beast."

"Normally, I wouldn't trade him for any amount of money."

Zhou Kui closed his eyes.

Kill me.

Kill me right now.

Please!

Watching Su Ming's sincere and tearful performance, the corner of Marshal Huo Tianxing's mouth twitched wildly.

Why does this taste so familiar?

He felt like he was seeing his own mentor, Shen Hongyuan, who had that same demeanor when he swindled him into going to the forbidden zone to face near-death situations!

If I hadn't been tricked countless times, I would have almost believed him!

Marshal Huo Tianxing suppressed the urge to retort, played along with his act, and sighed cooperatively.

"Cough... Student Su is right! It was my rudeness! However, for the future of the Federation, the military is willing to show the greatest sincerity!"

He promised solemnly: "As long as you are willing to 'part with your treasure', all resources will be converted, and we will definitely make it up to you at the highest standard! After we go back, you can choose from any resource library below S-rank in the four major military regions!"

"Furthermore, for this military achievement, we will record the highest military merit for you!"

"Samuel, the twelve Abyss Knights, and Zhou Kui—all three high-level combat forces were wiped out because of you. Those two Beast Seal Envoys also count towards your military achievements."

Su Ming's ears twitched.

"What about the equipment?"

"The spoils are yours."

"The Shadow Demon Spider corpses?"

"All yours!"

"We will definitely not let you suffer a loss!"

"Oh my, Uncle, look at you, being so polite!"

Su Ming's mood instantly cleared up, his smile as bright as a blooming sunflower.

He lifted his toe and, like kicking a dead dog, kicked Zhou Kui's body in front of Marshal Huo Tianxing.

"We're family, aren't we?"

"For the military, for the Federation, for all of humanity!"

"My dear brother is yours! Why be so polite with me!"

Marshal Huo Tianxing looked down at Zhou Kui, then looked up at Su Ming.

Just a moment ago, it was a near-death experience.

In the blink of an eye, it was for all of humanity.

This kid knows how to "part with treasure"!

As expected of the son-in-law his mentor had his eye on!

If these two really got together, the old men in the Imperial Capital would probably have to resign overnight!

Zhou Kui: "..."

Amidst the immense absurdity and boundless humiliation, this mastermind who had planned for twenty years and had just advanced to the Ninth-Order rolled his eyes and finally fainted in grief and indignation.

Rumble—!

The second after Zhou Kui fell, a harsh sound of air tearing and the massive roar of heavy anti-gravity engines erupted in the sky.

Gale winds howled, kicking up dust and yellow sand across the sky.

Descending from thousands of meters in the air, breaking through the thick clouds, were the Western Military Region's most elite [Sky Dome Heavy Transport Airship Formation] and dozens of pitch-black, falcon-like [Mad Thunder Assault Ships].

The hatch of the giant main battleship opened with a boom while still in mid-air, and several figures emitting powerful Source Energy fluctuations smashed into the ground like meteors, setting up an airtight security perimeter.

In the lead special fighter jet, a figure clad in Marshal's battle armor, with a violent killing intent radiating from his whole body, instantly tore through the sky.

Commander of the Western Military Region's Source Abyss Garrison—Zheng Baichuan.

As far as his eyes could see, not even a complete corpse of the Shadow Demon Spiders that had once covered the canyon could be found; the earth had been crushed into cracks and collapses, presenting terrifying deep pits and altered terrain.

On his way here, that shocking energy fluctuation definitely wasn't Eighth-Order; he had concluded at the time that a Ninth-Order evil cultivator had appeared!

He brought the military region's most elite combat team to provide full-speed support, prepared for a death battle.

He never expected that the battle would have already completely ended by the time he arrived.

The ground was a mess, the rock walls were as smooth as if they had been cut by a machine tool, and even the remains of the Shadow Demon Spiders had been ground into powder.

He swept his gaze and saw Marshal Huo Tianxing standing there safe and sound, his heart immediately relaxed. He stepped forward quickly, his voice loud enough to shake down rocks:

"Marshal Huo! You are still as divinely mighty as ever! Such a Ninth-Order evil cultivator who wreaks havoc on the region couldn't even last a few moves in your hands! I said that with you here, no demons or monsters could turn the sky upside down!"

His flattery was resonant and powerful.

But when he looked up, he bumped into Marshal Huo Tianxing's face—the corners of his mouth twitching, his brows knitted into a knot, his features scrunched together, as stiff as could be.

I am divinely mighty?

I was just watching the show on the sidelines the whole time!

I could ignore this flattery usually, but to say it in front of this monster Su Ming, where does that leave my old face?!

"Shut up! Stop it immediately!"

Marshal Huo Tianxing's face turned black, and he quickly waved his hand to interrupt Zheng Baichuan's endless stream of words, coughing with an extremely stiff tone:

"What merit of mine? Don't put high hats on me here! I didn't even move a finger just now! This... this is all the merit of Su Ming, Student Su, alone!"

Zheng Baichuan's incessant praise came to an abrupt halt.

His saluting hand froze in mid-air, his mouth open wide enough to stuff a fist into it, and he mechanically turned his stiff neck toward the young man with a lewd smile next to him...

Su Ming?

King of Posers?!

That Ninth-Order evil cultivator...

That shocking power...

Was taken care of by him?

What kind of interstellar joke is this!!!?

— — — — — — — —

Meanwhile.

42,000 light-years away from Source Star.

No stars, no light or heat.

Countless shattered planetary remains floated silently in the Void Realm, like a graveyard forgotten by the era.

In the center of the Secret Realm, an armored figure nearly three meters tall stood suspended.

Dark gold light flowed along the armor surface, and between his palms, high-dimensional gravity wrapped around a dead, silent planet the size of the moon.

The sound of the celestial body collapsing pierced the vacuum.

The massive rocky sphere was forcibly compressed and refined in those hands, eventually condensing into a fist-sized Star Core crystal, with high-energy halos flowing ceaselessly.

He tucked the crystal into his sleeve.

At this very moment, a wisp of intermittent, faint coordinate signal, after drifting in the dark matter current for a long time, finally touched the gravity array pattern on the surface of his armor.

The dark gold light mist churning under the helmet froze slightly.

His fingertips pinched that wisp of signal fragment, and shattered images flashed across his fingertips.

He did not speak.

He just tilted his head.

Then he did one thing...

He casually grabbed at his side.

A rocky satellite with a diameter of 3,000 kilometers tens of thousands of miles away was dragged over by gravity; it couldn't even let out a wail before shattering into molecular-level dust in his palm.

The debris flowed away between his fingers.

He looked at the coordinate of that azure planet in the signal fragment, and a very light snort came from under his helmet.

It was like a shepherd counting his sheepfold and discovering an interesting thing in the fence...

The next moment, the dark gold Incarnation tore through the Void Realm, turning into a long rainbow that traversed the Star Domain, heading straight toward the direction of the signal source.

...

(Another extreme challenge of a life-and-death minute!)