131: Chapter 132 Planting Trees and Raising Birds VS. Planet Destroyer Cannon? Two Wives Fight to the Death Over Lunar Terraforming!

The plaza's originally empty tarmac was currently piled high like a scrapyard.

Of course, this was a "scrapyard" with a value sufficient to purchase an entire galactic arm.

Those mountains of metal, shimmering with a deep blue luster, were all made of [Liquid Vibranium], [Memory Alloy], and [Anti-Gravity Cores]—items that even a level three civilization would drool over—refined from the corpses of the Mechanical Zerg.

Star Alliance Emperor Sagras III was currently wearing an ill-fitting set of work clothes, leading a group of equally disheveled Star Alliance nobles, grunting and groaning as they moved bricks.

As they moved, they kept glancing with envy, jealousy, and hatred at the man and two women standing on the high platform.

"What a sin..." Sagras III wiped away some purple sweat, "To think that I, the dignified Star Alliance Emperor, have been reduced to a porter on Earth. Is there any justice left in the world? Is there any law?"

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The Prime Minister beside him sighed, "Your Majesty, be content. At least we weren't dragged off to scrub toilets by that octopus princess (Klara). I heard she has to scrub fifty a day now, and she also has to peel shrimp for that demon child."

On the high platform.

Jiang Chen looked at the pile of materials that could make Earth's technology explode instantly, lost in thought.

"Wives, where should we put this pile of stuff?"

Jiang Chen scratched his head, "If we leave all of this on Earth, the radiation alone would probably cause all the cockroaches on the planet to mutate until they're two meters tall."

[Indeed.]

Ling's holographic projection floated in mid-air, scrutinizing the pile of materials with the gaze of someone looking at their own backyard.

[Earth's crust is too fragile; it cannot support such high-density mass. And...]

Ling looked up, her deep blue eyes piercing through the atmosphere, gazing at the bright, full moon in the night sky.

[I believe that our previous proposal (to convert the moon into an imperial palace) now has the material foundation for implementation.]

"That aligns perfectly with my intentions."

Ji Linglong flicked her sleeve; although it was only an avatar, the domineering aura of someone who commands the world remained undiminished.

"I just used my spiritual sense to investigate; although the Taiyin Star (the moon) is desolate, it has extremely heavy Yin energy, making it a natural gathering place for spiritual energy. If slightly modified, it would be an excellent paradise."

"It can serve as a fortress to defend against external enemies, and also as... ahem, as a villa for our family."

When she said the words "our family," Ji Linglong deliberately glanced at Ling, her eyes carrying a hint of provocation.

[Agreed.]

Ling adjusted her glasses without refuting.

[Since that's the case, let's not waste time.]

[Husband, put on your clothes. We're going to the moon to inspect the property.]

Ten minutes later.

On the moon, next to the ruins of the Sea of Tranquility base.

This was originally the landing site for humans decades ago, but it had now welcomed three "uninvited guests" with an extremely bizarre vibe.

Jiang Chen was wearing the [Nano Life-Support Trench Coat] specially made by Ling. Although he didn't need to wear a helmet, he still shrank his neck due to the freezing cold on the lunar surface.

As for the two by his side, they completely ignored the laws of physics.

Ji Linglong was still in a thin, moon-white palace dress; the vacuum environment seemed not to exist for her.

A faint protective shield of spiritual energy surrounded her, not only isolating the vacuum but even carrying its own gravitational field, allowing her to walk with an elegance like an immortal.

Ling went without saying; she was a projection to begin with. To match the lunar environment, she changed into a set of silver-white, astronaut-style tights, looking like a futuristic warrior from a sci-fi movie.

"So this is the moon..."

Jiang Chen stepped on the dusty lunar soil beneath his feet and looked at the pitch-black cosmic background in the distance, sighing, "Although it's a bit desolate, it has the advantage of being quiet. If we ever fight in the future, I'll hide here; no one will be able to find me."

"Hide?"

Ji Linglong chuckled, pointing her folding fan at the massive crater in front of them.

"Husband, once I finish renovating this place, it will be the most prosperous fairyland in the entire universe. Where do you plan on hiding?"

"Renovate?"

Jiang Chen was taken aback, "Linglong, how do you want to renovate it?"

"It's simple."

Ji Linglong waved her hand, looking completely confident.

"I intend to use this crater as the center and set up the [Nine Heavens Spirit Gathering Array]. By drawing upon the power of the stars, I will transform the vacuum into spiritual energy."

"Then, I will plant it full of [Moon Laurel Divine Trees] from the Taichu Realm; not only will it improve the environment, but it can also be used to brew osmanthus wine."

"As for the architectural style, naturally, it should emulate Guanghan Palace. Pavilions and towers, carved beams and painted rafters. I'll use ten-thousand-year warm jade for the flooring and star sand for the tiles. When the time comes, with clouds swirling and cranes dancing (though I'll have to catch them from the Taichu Realm), wouldn't that be beautiful?"

Jiang Chen listened with wide, unblinking eyes.

This scene... it sounded beautiful, but it was just a bit... expensive?

[Rejected.]

Just then, a cold voice ruthlessly interrupted Ji Linglong's reverie.

Ling floated above the crater, a red scanning laser shooting from her eyes, projecting a 3D blueprint so complex it was mind-numbing into the air.

[This is a strategic location, not a place for you to plant trees and raise birds.]

[My plan is: [Death Star Project - Revised].]

[First, the entire lunar surface must be paved with high-efficiency [Dyson Membrane] solar panels to collect stellar energy.]

[Second, this crater is a natural emplacement. I want to install a [Planetary-Level Planet-Killing Cannon] here, with a caliber of three hundred kilometers; one shot will turn Centaurus into history.]

[As for the residential area...]

Ling swiped her finger, and the blueprint changed.

[We will excavate a honeycomb-style mechanical city underground. All-metal structure, fully automated assembly lines. The style should be cold, hard, industrial, and full of rational geometric beauty.]

[This is the only type of fortress that fits the aesthetic of a 4.5 level civilization.]

"Are you crazy?!"

Ji Linglong pointed at the blueprint full of pipes and cannon barrels, her face full of disgust.

"It's a perfectly good moon, and you insist on turning it into a spiked iron ball? How ugly! It has no artistic flair at all!"

"And living in a metal box like this, how can one's Dao heart remain clear? How can spiritual energy circulate? You're basically putting us in jail!"

[Can "artistic flair" be eaten as food?]

Ling sneered, pointing at Ji Linglong's ethereal "Guanghan Palace" blueprint.

[Your plan has zero defensive capability. Aside from looking good, it's useless. If another level four civilization comes along, one shot will blow your pathetic pavilion away.]

[Also, planting trees? Do you know how much energy is required to maintain plant growth in a vacuum? It's a massive waste!]

"Waste? I have plenty of spirit stones! I am willing!"

"Your iron ball is the real monster! It's depressing just to look at!"

"I want the Guanghan Palace!"

[I want the Death Star!]

The two stood on the edge of the crater, one with spiritual power surging, the other with data raging.

The posture they held suggested that they would start a fight on the moon the very next second.

Jiang Chen was caught in the middle, looking at the "Classical Xianxia Faction" on the left, and then at the "Hardcore Sci-Fi Faction" on the right.

His head was throbbing with a massive headache.

This isn't a renovation, is it?

This is clearly an ideological war between two worlds!

"Husband!"

"Hubby!"

The two turned their heads simultaneously again, throwing the life-or-death question at Jiang Chen.

"You say it! Whose side are you on?!"

Jiang Chen swallowed his saliva, looking at these two murderous women.

He knew that if he chose a side now, he would be courting death.

He must... balance the scales!

He must utilize his top-tier wisdom as the "King of Soft Rice"!

"Um... my two Wives, calm down, calm down."

Jiang Chen walked between them, putting on the appearance of a thoughtful master architect.

"Actually, I think your plans... both make sense, but they also both have some... minor flaws."

"Flaws?"

Both women frowned.

"Yes."

Jiang Chen pointed at Ji Linglong's plan: "Linglong, look, this is the moon; it is, after all, an outer space outpost. If it's all pavilions and towers, it looks pretty, but if an enemy comes, it's indeed a bit... not tough enough. We can't rely on your physical body to withstand cannonballs every single time, right?"

Ji Linglong fell silent. Although she was arrogant, she knew the power of technological weapons.

Jiang Chen then pointed at Ling's plan: "Ling, yours is hard, but it's too oppressive. After all, we're here to live, not to be in prison. If we have to face a pile of cold pipes every day, how are we supposed to cultivate our relationship? How are we supposed to have... ahem, how are we supposed to live?"

Ling's data eyes flickered, seemingly calculating the variable of "quality of life."

"So!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand, his eyes flashing with the light of wisdom (or rather, bullshitting).

"I have an extremely bold and perfect plan!"

"Why don't we combine the East and the West? Cultivate both the immortal and the mortal? Cyber-Cultivation?"