Meeting Again

As a planetary-level powerhouse, Luo Feng was naturally aware of some of Earth's most prominent figures. Yisaduona! The Empress of the Underworld, her story alone could fill a biographical novel.

Inside a private room at a tranquil coffee shop in Hongning Base City.

Luo Feng and Councilor Yisaduona sat opposite each other.

“Madam Yisaduona,” Luo Feng said, tearing open a sugar packet and pouring it into his coffee cup, stirring slowly. “What can I do for you?”

“Inspector Luo is quite direct, so I’ll be straightforward as well.” Councilor Yisaduona smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling with crow’s feet. “During the battle for the Muya Jing on Mist Island, Inspector Luo’s strength was comparable to that of the Third and Fourth Councilors, which truly impressed everyone!”

Luo Feng smiled faintly. The battle on Mist Island had indeed placed him on par with the three other Councilors.

“Inspector Luo’s gains this time were considerable,” Yisaduona observed, looking at Luo Feng. “My HR Alliance is also very interested in this Muya Jing. Of course, Inspector Luo, you can name your terms, and we assure you, they will be fair.”

Luo Feng simply smiled.

Muya Jing?

He understood, of course, that all major powers worldwide would vie for the Muya Jing. It had many uses, one of which was its ability to ‘transform an apprentice-level eighth or ninth-tier warrior into a planetary-level warrior within a month.’ This meant… a single Muya Jing could directly create a Councilor-level powerhouse!

How many Councilor-level powerhouses were there on Earth? For the five major nations, a Councilor was equivalent to a mobile nuclear weapon.

“Foolish, they’re going to use Muya Jing to create planetary-level one warriors again.” Inside the wristband space, Babata, clad in luxurious imperial robes, was devouring food at a dining table, cursing as he ate. “To waste such a treasure as Muya Jing on creating mere planetary-level one warriors, what a waste!”

It truly was a waste!

Muya Jing was nothing special to the Yunmo Star Master, but he had collected many. Even in the cosmos, Muya Jing was considered a treasure… yet, planetary-level one warriors were dime a dozen, countless in number, the weakest of all warriors. Who would waste a Muya Jing to create such a warrior?

Figures like Hong and Lei Shen wouldn’t dream of using it to help Wargod warriors. Without Muya Jing, breaking through to stellar level would be incredibly difficult for them, but with it, their chances would significantly increase.

…

However, on Earth, a planetary-level one warrior was clearly already at the pinnacle.

“Muya Jing? I’m truly sorry, I just exchanged some things with the Grand Hall Master,” Luo Feng said with an apologetic expression.

“Oh, I see.” Councilor Yisaduona looked at Luo Feng. “Inspector Luo, do you have any left?” Even one Muya Jing could create a Councilor!

Luo Feng offered a mysterious smile.

Councilor Yisaduona immediately understood, realizing Luo Feng had reserves.

“In that case, Madam Yisaduona, I’ll visit you directly next time,” Luo Feng said with a smile. “However, I’m quite fond of ancient civilization artifacts, such as spaceships and other peculiar items.”

“Oh?” Yisaduona was surprised.

For various nations, ancient civilization artifacts were indeed highly classified. After all, researching ancient technology might lead to significant breakthroughs.

“Very well, I’ll prepare a list for your visit, Inspector Luo,” Yisaduona replied with a laugh.

Exchanging some ancient civilization wreckage for Muya Jing was a trade Yisaduona didn’t hesitate to make.

…

Luo Feng knew very well that most ancient civilization ruins on Earth had long been discovered, and anything movable had likely already been moved! And what Hong and others couldn’t move, he probably couldn’t either! Given this, he could only find ways to contact various nations, the HR Alliance, and the Martial Arts Dojo to see if he could acquire the necessary materials to assemble a spaceship.

It was wise to shop around!

After all, Muya Jing was a treasure highly coveted by all parties!

…

That afternoon, Luo Feng took his intelligent fighter jet back to his home in Yangzhou City.

After lunch.

On the second floor of Luo Feng’s house, only Luo Feng, Luo Hua, and their parents were present—a family of four.

“Mom, Dad, Luo Hua, after you swallow this, you’ll feel a tingling sensation all over your body, along with a cool feeling!” Luo Feng placed the pale green fruit, already cut into three sections, in front of his family. These three sections were from the same plant spirit. The medicinal effects of plant spirits were generally very gentle and harmless to the body.

However, giving one plant spirit to three ordinary people was something few would do; it was an extreme waste!

A single plant spirit could elevate a ‘high-level Warlord warrior’ directly to a ‘mid-level Wargod’ or even a ‘high-level Wargod,’ and it would leave a large amount of medicinal efficacy latent in the body, which would be absorbed gradually with cultivation, leading to rapid strength improvement! Thus, one plant spirit was almost equivalent to a ‘high-level Wargod.’

But for ordinary people…

It would, at most, create a Warlord warrior!

“It’s quite sweet,” Luo Hongguo said, taking a small bite. It melted in his mouth.

“Better than carrots,” Gong Xinlan commented.

“It’s delicious,” Luo Hua agreed, swallowing his portion.

Only after seeing his family finish eating did Luo Feng say, “Oh, this tastes better than carrots, but its price is much higher! It’s even more expensive than the Millennium Black Wugen we had last time.”

“What?!”

“More expensive than Millennium Black Wugen?”

Luo Hongguo, Gong Xinlan, and Luo Hua were all startled. Last time, when Luo Feng was trapped in the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruin, their family faced difficulties… it was Luo Hua who used the Millennium Black Wugen to become the eighth largest shareholder of the Industrial and Commercial Bank. The price of that Millennium Black Wugen was already an unbelievable astronomical sum.

“Did we just eat tens of billions in one bite?” Luo Hongguo and the other two exchanged glances.

“Mom, Dad, don’t measure everything in money. Some treasures on Earth can’t be bought with money,” Luo Feng shook his head. “You just consumed one plant spirit in total. I have eight more plant spirits and two portions of dragon blood in the briefcase I brought. Luo Hua, I’m entrusting these to you.”

“Eight plant spirits? Two portions of dragon blood?” His younger brother, Luo Hua, was clearly stunned.

Luo Feng smiled at their reaction.

Different statuses led to different perspectives. In terms of strength alone, once he received his teacher’s inheritance, Luo Feng would be on the same level as Hong and Lei Shen! Figures like Hong and Lei Shen were exalted, holding even more power than the five major nations. Earth currency was indeed useless to someone of that status.

And in terms of identity…

The sole successor of the Yunmo Star Master—this identity was even higher than that of an emperor of the Silverblue Empire, which ruled eight major star systems. Unfortunately… the Yunmo Star Master was dead, and his power had vanished. Of course, Luo Feng was also grateful, because if Yunmo Star hadn’t been destroyed, it wouldn’t have been his turn to become the Yunmo Star Master’s direct disciple.

…

Watching his parents and brother try to wield his Blood Shadow Battle Blade, Luo Feng smiled.

“Babata, test my parents’ and brother’s physical stats,” Luo Feng said. “What level are they?”

“Your dad is apprentice-level three, your mom is apprentice-level two, and your brother is apprentice-level three. The absorption efficiency for ordinary people is really low. Although that plant spirit was divided into three, each portion’s effect was no weaker than a single portion of dragon blood. One portion of dragon blood can turn your so-called quasi-warriors into beginner Warlords,” Babata explained.

Luo Feng, however, was very satisfied.

His parents and family having good health was enough; he didn’t expect them to go hunting monsters in the wilderness.

“Dad, Mom, I have something to tell you,” Luo Feng said.

“What is it?” Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan were still immersed in the joy of their ‘metamorphosis.’

“I received some news. We still have relatives alive!” Luo Feng announced.

“Alive?!” Luo Hongguo and his wife immediately became agitated. “Xiao Feng, tell us quickly, how many?”

“We’ve found two families so far,” Luo Feng stated directly. “One is Mom’s cousin, Gong Xinhuan.”

“My uncle’s Xiao Hua?” His mother, Gong Xinlan, was somewhat surprised, though not overly so. When the Grand Nirvana period first began, his mother was very young and didn’t remember much. Later, during their escape, she only learned about this relative from Luo Feng’s maternal grandfather. So… his mother didn’t have detailed memories of Gong Xinhuan.

“And the second family?” Luo Hongguo pressed.

“The second family is your aunt, Dad, Luo Hongqin, who is my great-aunt. Her child, Tang Cheng, is also alive. Tang Cheng is now married with children, a boy and a girl, twins, who are the same age as me this year,” Luo Feng explained.

“My little aunt is still alive?!”

“My little aunt is still alive?!” Luo Hongguo’s eyes widened.

Seeing this, Luo Feng felt a pang in his heart. When they lived in the low-rent housing, his father often mentioned this aunt. Before the Grand Nirvana, his father was old enough to remember, and had a deep impression of his little aunt! So, when reminiscing about past relatives, besides Luo Feng’s grandparents, it was always this great-aunt.

“My little aunt always brought me delicious food when she visited, and she even bought me a handheld game console. I still remember her face clearly,” Luo Hongguo said, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t believe my little aunt is still alive. Yes, back then, my little aunt’s family happened to be traveling in Kyoto when the disaster struck, and they got trapped there. Later, it expanded into Kyoto Base City.”

Luo Feng nodded.

Kyoto was considered the place in Huaxia Nation with the highest survival rate during the Grand Nirvana period.

“Xiao Feng, do you know where your great-aunt is? I want to go see her right now,” Luo Hongguo urged.

“Now?” Luo Feng couldn’t help but look at his mother, who also nodded at him.

So many years of longing.

How could they wait any longer?

“Then let’s get ready and leave immediately,” Luo Feng also nodded.

…

Around four in the afternoon that day, the dark blue intelligent fighter jet landed in the residential district of the Extreme Martial Arts Dojo in Tianjin City, one of Kyoto Base City’s Eight Great Guardian Cities.

Luo Feng didn’t arrange for an escort. Instead, the family of four took a car directly to his father’s great-aunt’s house.

…

“Director, intelligence on Tianjin City.”

A bald middle-aged man took the document handed to him by his subordinate, waved him away, opened the folder, and reviewed the intelligence.

“Luo Feng is in Kyoto Base City?!” The bald middle-aged man jumped in shock and immediately picked up the phone beside him to dial a secret line.

“Connect me to Chief No. 1.”