123: Chapter 123 Starry City

Six months of interstellar travel was dull and long.

The dark gold "star dome" shuttle steadily tore through the deep space, leaving streaks of eerie blue in its wake.

Inside the main cabin, the lights were dimmed.

Su Wu slowly opened his eyes.

With a slight movement of his consciousness, a translucent System panel that only he could see instantly unfolded before his retinas.

[Host: Su Wu]

[Bound Descendant: Su Yu]

[Descendant Realm: Martial Saint Realm Late Stage]

[Host Realm: Star Saint Realm Tier 7]

[Cultivation Technique: "Yuan Formula" (Perfection/Four Attributes)]

[Martial Skill: "Three-Fire Thunder Blade" (Perfection), "Blood Fiend Transformation" (Perfection), "Yuan Escape" (Space), ...]

[Combat Technique: Yellow Grade]

[Divine Ability: Saber Domain (Perfection), "Suppress"]

[Insight: Tier 8 Water Attribute, Tier 8 Fire Attribute, Tier 8 Thunder Attribute, Tier 8 Space Attribute]

Looking at the panel data before him, the corners of Su Wu's mouth curled into a satisfied arc.

In just half a year, that kid Su Yu had been like a tireless Cultivate machine at Aolan Academy, advancing rapidly all the way to enter the Martial Saint Late Stage!

As the biggest beneficiary of "Fathers Status Rises with the Son", Su Wu's cultivation level rose like a tide, advancing without any obstacles from just entering the Star Saint Realm to reaching the Star Saint Realm Tier 7.

But the improvement in his Realm was merely superficial.

Su Wu's gaze fell on the line on the panel — [Combat Technique: Yellow Grade].

This rating name sounded a bit cheap, not even as imposing as "Perfection".

But in the experiences of the past few months, Su Wu had deeply realized the value contained in these two words, "Yellow Grade"!

This represented the ultimate control over the essence of power!

Previously, Su Wu's combat was more like addition.

Thunder was thunder, fire was fire, and the Physical Body was the Physical Body; although the power was immense, there was always a trace of awkwardness in their connection.

But now, after the Combat Technique crossed the threshold of the Yellow Grade, his body, Origin Qi, Divine Thought, sword techniques, and even those four distinct Tier 8 Origin attributes could perfectly Fusion into one!

Every fiber of muscle exerting force could perfectly align with his own power.

This was a kind of harmony, as if the arm were obeying the fingers!

This caused his explosive power in actual combat to increase exponentially!

Su Wu clenched his fists, feeling that powerful strength.

He now had absolute confidence; if he were to face that Half-Step Domain Lord Level demon god again, he wouldn't need to reveal all his trump cards. With just the white dragon warblade, he could kill it within three moves!

Even, if he were to face a true Domain Lord expert now, he was confident he could face them head-on and find an opportunity to cut them down!

Of course, this was just Su Wu's speculation.

Before actually cutting off a Domain Lord's head, Su Wu would never be blindly arrogant.

Besides the improvements on the panel.

During this half-year of dull voyage, Su Wu spent most of his time immersed in his vast Soul Sea, working on a massive project — creating his own Martial Skill!

This was not a whim; as early as when he set off from the Aolan Star Domain, this idea had already taken root in his mind.

"Three-Fire Thunder Blade" was fierce, but its limit was ultimately restricted.

Now that Su Wu grasped the four major Tier 8 attributes of water, fire, thunder, and space, if he were to just rigidly copy the Martial Skills of his predecessors, it would be a complete waste of heaven's gift.

He wanted to forge a top-tier killing technique that perfectly matched his four-element Origin!

In the midst of Soul Sea deduction.

Su Wu's Divine Thought transformed into thousands of blade-wielding figures.

The explosive nature of fire, the destructive nature of thunder, the endless flow of water, and the unpredictable nature of space.

These four distinct powers, under his control, constantly collided and Fusion-ed.

He tried to use the softness of water as a defensive barrier, the fierce strength of thunder and fire as an armor-piercing blade, and supplemented it with the strange movement technique of space jumping, to achieve a combination of offense and defense that was unpredictable.

Creating a brand-new top-tier Martial Skill was no different from walking a tightrope on the tip of a blade.

Even if the ratio of each attribute's Origin Qi Fusion was off by one in ten million, it would lead to failure.

Over the past half year, although he hadn't been able to fully perfect and finalize this blade technique, he had already explored a preliminary framework with immense lethality.

Once formed, it would surely far surpass "Three-Fire Thunder Blade".

"Beep — Giant artificial gravitational field detected ahead."

The mechanical prompt sound of the spaceship's AI interrupted Su Wu's deep thoughts.

He stood up and walked to the porthole.

He saw that right in front of the star dome, there was no sign of any planet, but rather a steel behemoth so massive it was suffocating!

It was a giant city built entirely of steel.

It was not attached to any planet; it relied on thousands of super nuclear Fusion thrusters at its base to move slowly yet extremely steadily through the pitch-black starry sky.

Neon lights flickered in the city's steel jungle, and all kinds of strange interstellar spaceships flew in and out of the city's landing platforms like a swarm of bees.

Star City was an extremely special existence in the Holy Spirit Star Domain.

They were not under the jurisdiction of any single planetary administrator and were the gray zones where information brokers, interstellar mercenaries, and wandering Martial Artists loved to gather.

Su Wu looked at this giant steel city, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

During the supply stops at other planets over the past few months, he had finally found clues about the "Heaven Stealers".

But this wasn't something others told him voluntarily.

That day, in an underground black market, Su Wu had forcibly torn open a black market leader's Soul Sea and read the other party's memories.

The price was that the unfortunate black market leader turned into a drooling idiot on the spot.

And from that pile of chaotic memory fragments, Su Wu learned that a Heaven Stealer was hiding in the Star City ahead!

"Finally arrived."

As the star dome was guided by the port's tractor beam, it landed steadily on a landing pad.

Su Wu patted the yawning Xiaobai on his shoulder and stepped out of the spaceship hatch.

...

An hour later.

Star City, third basement level, Fury Tavern.

Heavy metal music mixed with the smell of cheap alcohol and hormones, clashing wildly in the dim space.

It was a mixed bag, with people from all walks of life gathering here.

In a booth deep in the tavern, where the light was extremely dim.

Su Wu leaned forward slightly, looking expressionlessly at the strange woman sitting opposite him.

The woman wore an inconspicuous gray cloak, and her appearance was plain, the kind that would disappear instantly if thrown into a crowd.

But her eyes revealed a shrewdness that most people couldn't reach.

"To be able to find me, you know the rules, right?"

The tavern was noisy, but the woman's voice ignored all the noise and was clearly delivered directly into Su Wu's ears.

It wasn't Divine Thought transmission, but a highly advanced Qi-blood sound transmission technique.

Su Wu didn't waste words.

With a flip of his wrist, a space ring without any markings flicked up from his fingertips, traced a parabola in the air, and landed with extreme precision in front of the woman.

The woman reached out to catch the ring and skillfully sent a wisp of Divine Thought into it.

The next second.

Her complexion, which had been relatively calm, collapsed instantly, even revealing a hint of undisguised depression.

"Clap."

The woman casually threw a pitch-black jade tablet onto the table, sliding it in front of Su Wu.

She raised her eyelids, glanced at Su Wu, and slowly spat out three words: "Not enough money."

"Not enough?"

Su Wu raised an eyebrow, pressed his fingertip on the jade tablet, and sneered: "There are 100 billion federal credits in here. You really have a lion's appetite; is this not enough to buy information?"

This price, if placed outside, would be enough to hire a top-tier assassin group to slaughter a small planet.

"Information about the God Race is at this price. If you think it's expensive, you don't have to buy it."

The woman didn't yield an inch, but then, her tone suddenly took a very subtle turn: "However…"

"If you can help me solve the current trouble, this price difference will be considered the reward."

Hearing this, a flash of understanding crossed Su Wu's eyes.

With his Divine Thought far surpassing a Star Saint, as early as when he stepped into this booth, he had extremely keenly perceived that in a dark corner less than twenty meters from their table, there was a gaze, extremely hidden yet full of fatal killing intent, that had been locked tightly onto the woman in front of him.

It was only because Su Wu was sitting here that the presence had been restrained, seemingly wary of Su Wu and not daring to act rashly.

Su Wu picked up the cup of cheap synthetic wine on the table, swirled it gently, and didn't agree immediately.

He was weighing his options.