130: Chapter 130 Shen Wanxing, standing by the panoramic window, has an incredible stroke of luck!

"All troops, forced march! Target is the border of Sector 068. No stopping midway."

Chen Chen's voice boomed through the vehicle's loudspeaker into the communication frequency of every vehicle.

The engines of the forty-four vehicles below revved up almost simultaneously.

Jiang Jiuyou's Anbu reacted the fastest.

The nineteen vehicles completed their formation change within thirty seconds, switching from parking mode to a marching column, maintaining a precise distance of twenty meters between them.

Iron Wall's military convoy was half a beat slower, but they caught up within a minute.

The Ghost Fortress's A-rank maglev engine was pushed to seventy percent, its chassis arcs plowing two blue-white light trails across the Gobi as it led the charge.

Shen Wanbing pulled up the marching route map on the command console.

"Linear distance is one hundred and sixty kilometers. At current speeds, we're estimated to reach the cross-sector border in one hour and forty minutes."

"Any obstacles in between?"

"Two Aberration gathering points. Small scale, about twenty to thirty each, all below Second-Order."

"Let Jiang Jiuyou handle them."

Chen Chen switched the communication channel to an encrypted line and dialed Jiang Jiuyou in the off-road vehicle below.

"There are groups of Aberrations at forty and eighty kilometers ahead. Your Anbu is responsible for clearing them. The military convoy is not to stop; just drive through."

Jiang Jiuyou's reply was minimalist: "Understood."

The communication hung up.

Chen Chen leaned back against the chair in the fourth-floor cockpit and flipped through the system panel.

Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation: Qi and Blood Mutual Nourishment.

Daily limit of five times. Today's quota had just refreshed.

He glanced down at the system time—6:21 AM.

Five times.

Shen Wanxing's luck value was 70, the only attribute on the vehicle that exceeded his.

Each nourishment returned 3%; five times would be 10.5 points.

His luck would rise from 14 to 24.5.

Chen Chen pressed the communicator.

"Wanxing, come up to the fourth floor."

Shen Wanxing's voice drifted up from the first floor, still carrying the nasal tone of morning grumpiness:

"What for?"

"Put on those pink high heels and wear black stockings."

The communicator went silent for three seconds.

Then came Jiang Yanxue's voice: "Here we go again."

Five minutes later, the hesitant clicking of high heels came from the stairs, each step slower than the last.

Shen Wanxing appeared at the entrance of the fourth-floor cockpit.

Nude pink seven-centimeter suede heels, ultra-thin compression black stockings wrapping from her ankles all the way to the base of her thighs, and the hem of a silver-sequined evening gown caught right at the garter clips.

The 360-degree panoramic observation window took in the entire morning Gobi.

The sunlight hit the cockpit from the east, coating her entire body in a layer of warm light.

The thinness of the black stockings allowed her skin tone to peek through, while the compression effect tightened her lines.

The pink heels stepped onto the metal floor, her knees feeling a bit weak with every step.

"I... I'm dressed..."

Shen Wanxing stood two meters away, wringing her fingers, her light amber pupils glancing out the panoramic window.

The entire Gobi spread out beneath her feet; with the height of the fourth floor plus the levitation, it visually felt like being over ten meters off the ground.

"This place... it's all glass..."

"Bulletproof one-way glass. No one can see inside from the outside."

Chen Chen stood up.

One step.

Shen Wanxing took half a step back, her back pressing against the glass surface of the panoramic window.

The icy sensation transmitted through the thin material of the silver evening gown, causing her shoulder blades to twitch.

"Don't... here—there are still two hundred people following the vehicle below—"

"They can't see."

Chen Chen propped one hand on the glass next to her head and gripped her waist with the other.

The shoulder strap of the silver-sequined evening gown slipped from her smooth shoulder.

The backless design allowed a large expanse of skin to press directly against the cold panoramic glass.

The heel of a pink high shoe let out a short metallic scrape against the floor.

Shen Wanxing's hands gripped the front of his tactical long-sleeved shirt tightly, her face buried in his chest.

"It's too bright—it's all sky outside—"

Outside the panoramic window, the morning sun was rising from the horizon.

The c-rank mental soothing bed was on the second floor, but Chen Chen had no intention of going down.

The fourth-floor cockpit's panoramic window illuminated every detail with crystal clarity under the morning light.

Her legs, encased in black stockings, shimmered with a faint pearlescent glow in the sunlight, her pink high heels tilted in mid-air.

[Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation: Qi and Blood Mutual Nourishment triggered!]

[Chen Chen's constitution 137 → Shen Wanxing's constitution 19, difference of 118 points. One-way transmission activated.]

[Shen Wanxing's constitution +3, current constitution: 22.]

[Shen Wanxing's luck 70 > Chen Chen's luck 14. Nourishment triggered! Nourishment ratio 3%, Chen Chen gains luck +2.1 (rounded to 2), current luck: 16.]

The first time.

Shen Wanxing's back arched, the influx of energy making her muscle fibers tremble slightly.

"Ah—it's so hot—"

Her voice broke between the glass and his chest.

The second time.

[Shen Wanxing's constitution +3, current constitution: 25. Chen Chen's luck +2, current luck: 18.]

The third time.

[Shen Wanxing's constitution +3, current constitution: 28. Chen Chen's luck +2, current luck: 20.]

Shen Wanxing's nails dug into his shoulders.

Her black-stockinged knees rubbed two faint marks onto the metal floor.

"No, I can't... really—"

"Two more times."

"Ugh—"

The fourth time, the fifth time.

System pop-ups filled half the screen.

[Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation: Qi and Blood Mutual Nourishment daily quota exhausted!]

[Shen Wanxing's constitution +3, current constitution: 31. Total constitution +12.]

[Chen Chen's luck +2, current luck: 22. Another +2, current luck: 24. Another +2—]

When the final pop-up jumped out, the numbers exploded in Chen Chen's mind.

[Chen Chen's current luck value: 26.]

It had risen from 14 to 26, nearly doubling.

Another pop-up followed immediately after.

[Detected strengthening of beauty Karma relationship! Shen Wanxing's bond progress increased to Lv.5 (89%)!]

[Exclusive entry "Charm Protection: Monster Ignore" upgraded simultaneously! New hidden effect—When the host's luck value exceeds 25 points, Shen Wanxing's Lucky Critical has a very low probability of triggering a hundredfold multiplier! (Current trigger rate: 0.7%)]

Hundredfold critical hit.

0.7%.

Chen Chen stared at this number for two seconds.

The probability was very low.

But combined with the baseline correction of 26 luck points—every time he touched supplies, there would be a chance.

Shen Wanxing slumped in the passenger seat, her silver evening gown crumpled in a heap at her waist, her black stockings from thigh to ankle messy with several folds after the ordeal.

One of her pink high heels had fallen off, lying lopsided under the control console.

She was so limp she couldn't even lift a finger.

"I... my constitution rose to 31... why am I still so tired..."

"Because mine is 137."

Shen Wanxing buried her face in the back of the chair and let out a muffled whimper.

First-floor cabin.

Jiang Yanxue stood with her arms crossed over her chest, holding her saber. Hearing the forty minutes of commotion overhead finally quiet down, she let out a cold snort.

"Five times."

She turned to look at Blood Rose in the corner of the sofa. "You only managed twice last night."

Blood Rose was biting an energy bar, her burgundy curly hair covering half her face.

"Not enough stamina."

She licked her lips. "But—that man's endurance is indeed ridiculous."

Su Xiaoqi poked her head out from behind a storage box: "Is Sister Xingxing fighting up there again? Five times?"

Shen Wanbing changed the position of her thumb on her necklace for the third time.

"Quiet. Heat source gathering detected forty kilometers ahead."

Jiang Jiuyou's voice cut in over the communicator.

"I see them. Anbu vehicles three and four, move forward. Vehicle seven, flank them. Qin Hongye, help me mark the leader."

Qin Hongye's reply was icy: "Locked on. Weak point marker generated, third cervical segment."

"Received. Vehicle three, full speed ahead, cut in from the right flank—"

Jiang Jiuyou's commands were clean and decisive.

Within thirty seconds, three Anbu vehicles broke from the column and spread out in a pincer attack formation.

Qin Hongye's Gauss projectile arrived first, penetrating the leading Aberration's neck weak point, killing it instantly with one hundred percent True Damage.

The remaining twenty-plus Second-Order Aberrants were cut into three groups within the crossfire net of the Anbu talent holders, with each group being mopped up by the vehicle-mounted weapons of a corresponding vehicle.

From engagement to clearing the field, one minute and forty seconds.

Zero casualties.

Chen Chen watched the entire process on the fourth-floor holographic panel.

Anbu's vehicle dispatch, fire distribution, retreat timing—every step hit the optimal solution.

Jiang Jiuyou's command ability was a level higher than he had estimated.

The forty talent holders had been molded by her into a precision killing machine.

Chen Chen closed the holographic panel.

Jiang Jiuyou's report came through the communicator: "Cleanup complete, spoils collected, continuing march."

"Good job."

The channel went quiet for a beat.

"...Thank you." Jiang Jiuyou's tone was half a key lighter than usual.

The second wave of Aberration encounters at eighty kilometers was even faster, taking only fifty-seven seconds.

Jiang Jiuyou didn't even call for Qin Hongye's sniper support, relying entirely on the Anbu to resolve it themselves.

Zero battle losses throughout.

Chen Chen added a line of notes behind Jiang Jiuyou's permission tag on the panel: Core Command Level.

In the passenger seat, Shen Wanxing was curled into a ball wrapped in a blanket, her light amber pupils half-open and half-closed.

"Chen Chen..."

"Hmm?"

"How much did your luck value increase?"

"26."

Shen Wanxing covered her face with the blanket, her voice muffled inside.

"Then I have to keep going... right..."

"There are five more times tomorrow."

A vague wail came from inside the blanket.