218: God's perspective

Adding flowers to the brocade only garners a smile, but providing charcoal in the snow can stir stronger emotions.

As the lives of the common people improved, the resulting emotions transformed into golden threads of destiny, surging toward the depths of the universe.

On a Space Warp-class spaceship, the imperial seal of china floated above He Ming's head, continuously receiving the rapidly surging destiny like a tide.

[How many times has the Cultivation Bonus reached?]

[7971]

He Ming closed his eyes and carefully sensed it; even separated by thousands of light-years, he could still feel the connection of destiny.

His heart stirred, and he followed one particularly thick Golden Thread of Destiny to find its source.

It was a family of seven, and smiles adorned all their faces.

“Interesting.”

This was a miraculous ability He Ming had only recently discovered—he could follow destiny back to its source.

The closer the link, the stronger the perception.

What was currently displayed in his mind was the pillar of this family of seven; his heart was filled with gratitude and longing for a better life.

Hmm?

He Ming slightly furrowed his brow, searching among the hundreds of millions of golden threads of destiny for one that was unusually strong.

Is he calling for me?

Driven by curiosity, He Ming carefully sensed and found the source.

It was her.

Through his perception, He Ming discovered that the source was the little girl he had once asked a question.

The little girl at the time had answered that she wanted to study, and her grandfather wanted to eat until he was full.

To be precise, she could no longer be called a little girl; she was over a hundred years old and named Yan Yaya.

The girl looked about thirty years old, possessed Planetary Level Stage Three strength, and was currently being cornered by seven people on a plain, wounded and her clothes tattered.

[Where is the plain I sensed? Give me the specific coordinates.]

[Luol Star System, Nanzhou, Changping District, East Suburb 124.792]

“jarvis, dispatch a Space-Level Warship to the Luol Star System, Nanzhou, Changping District, East Suburb 124.792, and eliminate the seven people surrounding Yan Yaya.”

“Yes, sir.”

Luol Star System.

Nanzhou, Changping District.

East Suburb.

Yan Yaya's eyes were filled with tears as she glared fiercely at the seven people constantly approaching her.

“You beasts! Even if I die, I won't let you off!”

“Scream, keep screaming! Do you really think you're some favored daughter of heaven?”

“I gave you a chance back then, but you failed to seize it.”

The person speaking was named Qian Dong. He was, incidentally, a high-ranking official at the Nanzhou Martial Arts Academy and the Legitimate Grandson of the Qian Family, a Blue Star Ancient Martial Arts Faction.

Yan Yaya's current role was Instructor at the Martial Arts Academy, assigned to the Nanzhou Martial Arts Academy, responsible for teaching lower-grade freshmen.

Yan Yaya clenched her fists and angrily retorted, “Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Martial Arts Academy for doing this!”

Upon hearing this, Qian Dong suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly.

The six attendants beside him also burst into laughter, as if they had heard something hilarious.

Yan Yaya clutched the wound on her chest and gritted her teeth, asking, “What are you laughing at?”

Han Dong stepped forward two paces and let out a cold snort.

“Laughing at what?”

“Of course, we're laughing at your ignorance.”

“You're just a Dirt-Poor Peasant with a bit of luck, only reaching this point thanks to policy support.”

“But I am the Legitimate Grandson of the Qian Family. In Nanzhou, our Qian Family is heaven itself; no one can defy us.”

“It's your blessing that this Young Master took a liking to you, yet you girl were so ungrateful as to dare refuse me face-to-face?”

Yan Yaya took a deep breath and gave a bitter smile.

Suddenly, He Ming's figure appeared in her mind.

When she was little, that man who could decide life and death with a single word not only fulfilled her wish but also allowed everyone in her village to live a good life.

“What am I daydreaming about? How could that great lord possibly come to save me...”

Qian Dong waved his hand and sneered, “Capture her, alive.”

“Yes!”

Just then.

Space violently fluctuated, and a Ten-Thousand-Meter-Class Warship suddenly descended.

“What is this!”

“A warship?”

Qian Dong's eyes widened. He looked up at the scene before him in disbelief, his mind going blank.

“Why?”

Seven laser beams shot out like Divine Punishment, instantly piercing the heads of the seven people, including Qian Dong.

The seven men collapsed powerlessly to the ground, turning into seven charred corpses.

The next moment, the warship's engine roared with a deafening buzz.

Yan Yaya subconsciously lowered her head and covered her ears. When she looked up again, the ten-thousand-meter-long warship had vanished without a trace.

“This...”

Yan Yaya was momentarily stunned, watching the seven charred corpses before her, her heart pounding and her chest heaving violently.

“Did that great lord hear my call!”

She instinctively tried to deny the thought.

Because if anyone in the world could accomplish such a feat, it must be a God!

But Yan Yaya truly couldn't think of any other reason.

It was too coincidental.

She had just called out to that being in her heart, and a Space-Shuttle-Level Warship suddenly descended and instantly annihilated Qian Dong and the seven others.

She offered a devout bow toward the sky.

Wiping away a tear, she glanced at the scorched, foul-smelling scene. She wanted to call the Patrol, but upon recalling Qian Dong's words, she immediately abandoned the idea, choosing a random direction to flee.

The next day.

Nanzhou, the Qian Family.

“Patriarch, something terrible has happened! Young Master Sun is in trouble!”

“Hmm?”

“What happened?”

The Butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned around.

Two Servants carried Qian Dong's body, covered by a white cloth, into the hall.

“Young Master Sun... he's dead.”

“Dead?”

Qian Jinming, the Qian Family Patriarch, frowned and quickly stepped forward, covering his nose and lowering his head, his fists slowly clenching.

“Who did this?”

“The Forensic Doctor determined that Young Master Sun was instantly killed by a High-Energy Laser Beam that pierced through the top of his head.”

Qian Jinming tilted his head, suddenly unable to make sense of the situation.

High-Energy Laser Beams—such weapons could not possibly exist among civilians.

People from the Military?

But why would the Military suddenly attack his grandson?

Although the Qian Family's influence in Nanzhou couldn't exactly be described as all-encompassing, it was close enough. The Military had absolutely no reason to target the Qian Family.

After all, the Qian Family was backed by Xinghai, which could practically dominate the entire Milky Way Galaxy!

“Could it be...”

Qian Jinming's right eyelid suddenly began twitching wildly. His heart was restless; he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

“Investigate thoroughly! Who has Dong'er met recently, and what has he done? Investigate thoroughly!”

“Yes, Master!”

In less than a day, Qian Jinming received a full report detailing all of Qian Dong's activities over the past month.

Eating, drinking, and indulging in debauchery.

Spending his days swaggering around with a group of Lackeys.

On the day the incident occurred, he went to the East Suburb of the Southern District.

“Was it her?”

“Master, on the day Young Master Sun had his accident, he must have gone looking for Yan Yaya. Yan Yaya happened to be carrying out a mission in the East Suburb of the Southern District that day, a mission that Young Master Sun had arranged through someone else.”

“This Yan Yaya is highly suspicious. Someone saw her returning to the Instructor Dormitory of the Southern District Martial Arts Academy covered in injuries.”

“She must know something.”