Chapter 638: Waiting with Spear in Hand

Time passed day by day.

The outer space above HongChen Star was tranquil and quiet, when suddenly ripples spread across the starry sky, and a blood-red triangular spaceship appeared out of nowhere.

“Your Highness, ahead lies HongChen Star,” said Dylan, pointing forward from within the control room.

Luo Feng stood there silently.

Behind him stood five Domain Lord bodyguards.

“Hmm,” Luo Feng nodded with a faint smile. “Let’s go meet the Immortal Elders of the Golden-Horned Tribe.”

Whoosh!

The Yimo Starship swiftly dove into HongChen Star’s atmosphere. Activating its cloaking system, it landed at the Virtual Universe Company’s outpost on the planet without triggering any planetary defense systems or drawing the attention of the planet’s inhabitants.

Inside the vast manor grounds,

Nine members of the Golden-Horned Tribe stood watching the blood-red triangular spaceship.

“This is… an F-grade spaceship!” exclaimed a young warrior clad in armor, his eyes gleaming with excitement. His azure skin faintly shimmered with silver light. “And it seems to be made entirely of Chi Hun Copper Mother material. How many resources must it have cost to build such a ship? Luo Feng is truly a wealthy man!”

“Indeed!” The seven Deathless Immortal Elders of the Golden-Horned Tribe’s Tawen Branch also had looks of yearning in their eyes.

Only the elder clad in golden battle armor smiled as he watched the scene unfold. At this moment, he was not wearing his helmet.

“Work hard, and when you reach the King-level strength, the clan will help you obtain an F-grade spaceship as well,” the elder said to the seven Deathless Immortal Elders beside him.

As a vassal race,

The Golden-Horned Tribe naturally received far fewer resources than the humans.

Among humans, nearly every Deathless Immortal of Earl-level strength possessed an F-grade spaceship. As for those of King-level strength… hundreds of millions of mixed yuan units were mere pocket change to them.

But the Golden-Horned Tribe was different.

Within their tribe, only those of King-level Deathless Immortal strength could each possess an F-grade spaceship. As for the Earl-level Deathless Immortals? Only a rare few, a very rare few indeed, were granted such an honor.

“Whoosh!”

The hatch opened.

Under the watchful eyes of the nine Golden-Horned Tribe members, a black-haired youth clad in silver battle armor descended from the ship, flanked by his immortal guardian in black robes and five Domain Lord bodyguards. Moments later, the massive Yimo Starship vanished into thin air.

“Deputy Elder ‘Sifanqi’ of the Golden-Horned Tribe’s Tawen Branch, accompanied by his squad, welcomes the human envoy, Prince Luo Feng,” the elder in golden battle armor slightly bowed his head toward Luo Feng. The golden mark on his forehead briefly glowed, while the other eight members of his team all bowed deeply, their own golden forehead marks glowing simultaneously.

“Deputy Elder Sifanqi, no need for formalities,” Luo Feng smiled as he approached, his gaze sweeping across the other eight present, his brows slightly furrowed. “Elder, why are there ten of you?”

“Your Highness, Luo Feng,”

The elder in golden armor smiled and pointed to the muscular young warrior clad in armor. “This is Kashna, the only son of our Tawen Branch’s leader. From birth until now, he has spent over one hundred thousand years on our homeworld without ever leaving. This time, he has joined our squad to travel the cosmos and broaden his horizons. We hope Your Highness will be understanding.”

Luo Feng nodded with a smile toward the armored youth. “Kashna, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Instantly, excitement lit up the armored youth’s eyes. His azure skin shimmered with silver light as he eagerly replied, “Your Highness Luo Feng, meeting you is such an honor! I’m so thrilled and delighted! Thank you, thank you so much.”

Luo Feng could clearly sense that the young warrior’s speech carried a certain naivety.

Not surprising.

Among the various forms of life in the cosmos, blood-based lifeforms were the strongest precisely because of their superior intelligence. In contrast, plant-based lifeforms, even those reaching Domain Lord or even World Lord levels, could not match the cognitive speed of an average human.

The Golden-Horned Tribe, being rock-based lifeforms, naturally had less intelligence. Of course, at Domain Lord or World Lord levels, their intellects were on par with ordinary humans.

But for them to learn and speak the Universal Language of the cosmos, their speech inevitably came across as somewhat simple-minded.

“Your Highness Luo Feng, let us go inside and discuss the details of this mission,” said the elder in golden armor.

“Hmm.”

Luo Feng nodded and walked side by side with the elder toward the lounge, while Dylan followed closely behind with the other seven Earl-level Deathless Immortals.

Inside the lounge,

A large group of them took their seats. Luo Feng looked at the Golden-Horned Tribe members before him. At first glance, they resembled humans quite closely, but upon closer inspection, one could discern subtle differences—their voices, for instance, sounded like the clashing of steel.

“According to the mission assigned by the Virtual Universe Company, we are to eliminate two Deathless Immortals—one of Earl-level strength named Yaohai, and another of high-ranking general-level strength named Jeffries,” the elder in golden armor explained with a smile. “We have already discussed our strategy. I, along with three Earl-level clan members, will confront Yaohai. The remaining four Earl-level members will team up to deal with Jeffries. There will be no escape—we will succeed in eliminating them!”

Luo Feng nodded with a faint smile.

The Virtual Universe Company’s arrangement was indeed reasonable, especially considering there was even a King-level Deathless Immortal in their group.

In truth, there was no other choice.

Defeating a Deathless Immortal was easy, but actually killing one was extremely difficult. Most of the time, the best one could achieve was to either seal a Deathless Immortal or put them into a deep slumber. To truly kill a Deathless Immortal was dozens, even hundreds of times more difficult than defeating one. That was precisely why such a powerful team had been dispatched.

“I have no objections to Deputy Elder Sifanqi’s plan,” Luo Feng said, smiling at the nine Golden-Horned Tribe members before him. “If the two Deathless Immortal targets are located in separate places, we will proceed accordingly. However, if the situation changes, we must remain flexible.”

“Hmm,” the elder in golden armor nodded in agreement.

“There is one thing I must clarify,” Luo Feng looked at the nine before him. “During the mission, I require absolute obedience to my commands. No one is to act on their own initiative.”

“We understand. The mission comes first,” the elder in golden armor nodded.

“Excellent!”

Luo Feng nodded. “Then let us depart immediately.”

“Depart now?” The armored youth’s eyes widened in surprise.

His reaction drew glances from the elder in golden armor and the other seven Earl-level clan members, causing the young warrior to nervously chuckle.

“I believe it would be best if your clansman Kashna stays by my side,” Luo Feng suggested with a smile. “I don’t want any unexpected issues arising during the mission.”

“I want to stay with my teacher,” the armored youth quickly replied.

“No problem, Prince Luo Feng,” the elder in golden armor readily agreed, casting a stern glance at the young warrior, who immediately lowered his head in submission.

Without further delay, Luo Feng and his group boarded two spaceships and left HongChen Star, heading toward the imperial capital planet of the Mengyou Empire.

The Yimo Starship and the Golden-Horned Tribe’s Tawen Branch spaceship traveled side by side.

Meanwhile, a fragment of Luo Feng’s consciousness entered the Virtual Universe Network, arriving at his own manor in the Yu Xiang Mountains’ primal zone.

“I need accurate intelligence—exact locations of the targets Yaohai and Jeffries,” Luo Feng sat at his desk, his expression grim as he stared at the notebook screen before him. On the screen was a beautiful, emerald-haired woman whose beauty was breathtaking.

“Prince Luo Feng, Jeffries is currently on the capital planet. However, Yaohai… has not been sighted. We suspect he may be within his divine realm,” the emerald-haired woman respectfully replied.

“Nonsense!” Luo Feng snapped coldly. “How can we eliminate him if he’s hiding in his divine realm? We can’t even locate his divine realm, and he can teleport to distant regions at any moment. I’m not asking for explanations—I demand results! I need a precise planetary location, and I need confirmation that Yaohai is definitely there!”

The emerald-haired woman was drenched in cold sweat.

“I understand your intelligence network is vast and carries many responsibilities, likely handling numerous tasks simultaneously. However, the importance of my mission is no less critical. If there’s no progress,” Luo Feng continued, his voice rising, “I will have no choice but to report your incompetence to headquarters and handle this matter myself. Three days—this is your final deadline. Three days from now, I expect a definitive answer.”

“Yes! Your Highness!” The emerald-haired woman bowed deeply, too afraid to even lift her head.

The communication ended.

Luo Feng sat at his desk, his nostrils flaring with anger.

“Don’t get so worked up. This is perfectly normal. The Virtual Universe Company is an enormous organization with an equally massive and sluggish intelligence network. They’re likely juggling tasks across 1008 cosmic nations, including surveillance, assassinations, espionage, and countless other operations. Your mission probably ranks quite low in terms of priority, so they won’t invest much effort into it,” Babata muttered.

“I know,” Luo Feng replied coldly.

The mission deadline was one year.

Of course, the intelligence department of the Virtual Universe Company was well aware of this. Therefore, they wouldn’t rush at the beginning. The detailed information of the 120 million individuals could be easily obtained, but tracking down a Deathless Immortal potentially hiding within his divine realm was beyond their capabilities, so they simply wouldn’t bother investing more effort.

As long as they provided the exact location within the mission deadline, they wouldn’t be considered negligent.

As for whether Luo Feng could complete the mission, they simply didn’t care.

“If the Virtual Universe Company’s intelligence network cannot locate Yaohai, then why not simply lure him out?” Luo Feng sneered. “Organize a grand gathering of powerful Deathless Immortals, send out invitations—including one to Yaohai! He would surely show up. There are plenty of methods. They just don’t want to expend the effort.”

Three days later.

Luo Feng’s Yimo Starship, the Golden-Horned Tribe’s Tawen Branch spaceship, and even the Ninth Legion’s thirty massive interstellar warships were all stationed on a barren mineral planet approximately 1200 light-years away from the imperial capital planet of the Mengyou Empire. At the right moment, they could instantly teleport through space and arrive at the capital planet in less than an hour!

The Ninth Legion’s thirty warships equated to thirty military divisions.

One Earl-level Deathless Immortal, thirty Deathless Generals, three thousand Domain Lords, thirty thousand Sovereigns, and three hundred thousand Cosmic-level warriors.

Such a massive force was deployed because the 120 million targets included nearly 30 million located on the capital planet, many of whom were high-value individuals.

“The intelligence department still hasn’t provided me with Yaohai’s exact location,” Luo Feng stood in the control room of the Yimo Starship, gazing at the desolate landscape of the mineral planet outside, his eyes brimming with anger.

“Luo Feng, a call request from the intelligence department via the Virtual Universe Network,” Babata’s voice echoed in Luo Feng’s mind.