"Hiccup."
The Dragon Python Soul let out a hiccup, seemingly indicating that it was full.
Wang Jixuan was sitting cross-legged in the space carrier’s cabin, descending towards No.1 Space Fortress. Fu Jian had arranged a resting room for him there, along with a simple welco-back ceremony.
Amina was sitting quietly by his side.
Her slender long legs were together and slanted, the narrow hem of her dress glimring slightly, her deep blue long hair also shrouded in a bit of spirit light.
The Spiritual Energy Group scattered after the space battle was attracted by her, constantly converging towards her.
At this mont, Mu Dan was still watching at Wang Jixuan’s Second Battle Puppet.
The fake laboratory needed to be maintained; it served as a false identity for Wang Jixuan’s Second Battle Puppet.
—If Wang Jixuan were discovered when infiltrating the Blade Beast command network using the identity of Galino, this battle puppet could be considered the ’poor little one being researched by humans.’
Wang Jixuan’s Alien Soul had already pondered the thod of transformation, allowing the Alien Soul to also take on Galino’s form.
However, this still couldn’t guarantee foolproof disguise.
These were rely appearances.
If Galino caught the ’scent’ of his Alien Soul, this disguise would be directly shattered.
Wang Jixuan thought about it and, when the two space carriers drew closer, stuffed the Dragon Python Soul back into his battle puppet, reconnecting with...
Uh, only eight Galino command networks left.
It was dead silent here.
It seed even Galinos had emotions, and now their mood was gloomy and disheartened.
After all, they lost this war.
Wang Jixuan squatted inside for twenty minutes, without catching any information, so he boldly attempted and took the initiative to strike.
[We failed.]
He transmitted this ssage, repeating eight tis.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and intelligence began to surface continuously.
Wang Jixuan was witnessing...
The Blade Beasts’ monts of stubbornness, their statents of pride, and, uh, their theory of no loss.
After getting the intelligence he needed, Wang Jixuan was just about to retreat when suddenly a Galino inquired.
[Child, are you alright?]
This inquiry also repeated eight tis.
Wang Jixuan: What’s going on? I, as a Taoist, felt a bit of warmth.
[Alright, I’m being held in the laboratory, unable to precisely perceive the outside environnt.]
[Rest assured child, we have already dispatched spies planted within human society. In the coming period, we must enter a strategic defense phase, and we will search for your trace.]
[Don’t worry child, you will be fine.]
Master Wang raised an eyebrow slightly.
Then may I bless all of you, not to find that space carrier.
[I’m very weak, I’ll rest first.]
He left this sentence, and his phantom gradually faded from that communication network.
As soon as the Daoist opened his eyes, Amina said: "They just asked if we should arrange a welcoming ceremony?"
"No need, do you need one?"
"Hei Ye likes peace."
"Then let’s rest quietly for a bit, Miss Hei Ye," Wang Jixuan smiled, "We’ll regroup here slightly, after absorbing the Spiritual Energy in space, we’ll return to the surface."
"Okay."
Amina looked out the window at the space structure like a hundred-legged crab, tilting her head slightly.
Human industrial aesthetics once again shocked this young spirit cultivator.
...
Fu Jian glanced at the ti and pressed the button in front of him.
A virtual eting room door appeared before him.
Fu Jian remained motionless as the door moved forward on its own, transporting him over, then the entire scene unfolded before him.
—Just so virtual conference room transition animation.
Once Fu Jian settled at the main seat, twelve people were already seated at the thirteen seats of the main conference table; the two outer circles of the conference table were filled with military high-ranking officials from various combat zones and the three major space fortresses.
In tis of chaos, politics beca a garnish for the military.
Above the level of Combined Combat Zone, there was already no such organization as the Governor United Committee.
"Lao Fu, who else are we waiting for?"
"Black Storm."
Fu Jian said in a deep voice.
The entire conference room suddenly started to hum, a group of people imdiately beca restless.
Although they had all observed the battle before the interstellar gate, seeing Black Storm reappear and slay the second-ranked spirit cultivator who defected to the Blade Beasts.
Yet those four words coming out of Fu Jian’s mouth seed to carry a different weight.
"Was he feigning death before?"
"Yes," Fu Jian nodded with a smile, "His previous feigned death helped us eliminate a major force of the Blade Beasts, which was the basis for the pressure reduction and our victory in the current battle."
The old folks nodded to themselves.
An old general sighed: "Previously our situation was a dead pond, but who would’ve thought Black Storm would suddenly leap out, turning the entire tide."
"Indeed, those six spirit cultivators were initially so mysterious, acting as if coming from an advanced civilization, and saving the world beca their charity to us, demanding we continuously hand over resources."
"Originally we were concerned by the Six Elders’ greed, but unexpectedly, spirit cultivators behind the Six Elders are now stepping in, with two already slain."
"However, we cannot overly depend on individual power."
Still, there were elders expressing their caution:
"The continuation of civilization lies in the survival of the community, in the progress of the race territory.
"We cannot deny the contributions Black Storm made; rits should be recorded in our civilization’s history, but we should not overly rely on and exploit the person."
"Alright."
Fu Jian said with a smile:
"He sent in his application, and I approved his entry.
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