As a Cosmic-Level warrior, Luo Feng naturally knew about some of the big figures on Earth. Isadora! The Queen of the underworld—her story could easily be written into a biography novel.
Inside a quiet coffee shop in Hongning Base City, within a private room.
Luo Feng and Chairwoman Isadora sat facing each other.
“Madam Isadora,” Luo Feng tore open a sugar packet, poured it into his coffee cup, and slowly stirred, “I wonder what business you have with me?”
“Since Supervisor Luo is so straightforward, I shall also get straight to the point,” the elderly Madam Isadora smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling with wrinkles. “During the recent struggle for the Mu Ya Crystal on Fog Island, Supervisor Luo’s strength was actually comparable to that of the Third and Fourth Chairmen, which has certainly impressed all factions!”
Luo Feng smiled slightly. Indeed, the Fog Island battle had placed him on equal footing with the three subsequent chairmen.
“Supervisor Luo’s gains this time were quite significant,” Isadora looked at Luo Feng. “Our HR Alliance also desires the Mu Ya Crystal, of course, and the conditions can be set by you, Supervisor Luo. We will certainly be fair.”
Luo Feng smiled.
The Mu Ya Crystal?
He naturally understood that all the major forces around the world would eagerly seek it. The crystal had many uses, one of which was that it could allow a warrior at the Disciple Eighth or Ninth Stage to transform into a Cosmic-Level warrior within a month. In other words… one Mu Ya Crystal could directly create a Councilor-level warrior!
How many Councilor-level warriors were there on Earth? To the five major superpowers, a single Councilor was equivalent to a mobile nuclear weapon.
“Foolish! Again, they’re planning to use the Mu Ya Crystal to create Cosmic-Level First Stage warriors,” murmured Babata, dressed in a luxurious imperial robe inside the wristband space, eating heartily at the table while grumbling, “Wasting such a precious treasure to create some Cosmic-Level First Stage warriors—what a waste!”
It truly was a waste!
The Mu Ya Crystal meant little to the master of Yimo Star, but even so, the master had collected many of them. In the universe, the Mu Ya Crystal was considered a treasure. Yet in the cosmos, a Cosmic-Level First Stage warrior was common, countless in number, and considered the weakest of warriors. Who would waste a Mu Ya Crystal to create a warrior?
Like Hong and Thunder God, they would never give it to others to help Battle-King warriors. Without the Mu Ya Crystal, it would be very difficult for them to break through to the Stellar-Level, but with it, their chances would increase significantly.
…
However, obviously on Earth, a Cosmic-Level First Stage warrior was already at the peak of the planet.
“Mu Ya Crystal? I’m sorry, I just exchanged some things with the Curator,” Luo Feng said apologetically.
“Oh, is that so?” Chairwoman Isadora looked at Luo Feng. “Supervisor Luo, do you have any left?” Even one Mu Ya Crystal could create a Councilor!
Luo Feng smiled mysteriously.
Chairwoman Isadora immediately understood, realizing that Luo Feng indeed had some stock.
“In that case, Madam Isadora, I’ll visit you directly next time,” Luo Feng smiled. “But I have a preference for ancient civilization relics, such as spaceships and other strange and wonderful things.”
“Oh?” Isadora was surprised.
For the various countries, ancient civilization relics were indeed classified secrets. After all, studying ancient civilization technology might lead to unexpected discoveries.
“Alright, I’ll prepare a catalog for you, waiting for Supervisor Luo’s visit,” Isadora smiled.
Trading some ancient civilization relics for Mu Ya Crystals—Isadora didn’t hesitate.
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Luo Feng clearly knew that the ancient civilization ruins on Earth had already been discovered long ago, and anything that could be moved had probably already been taken away! If even Hong and others couldn’t move them, he likely couldn’t either. Since that was the case, he could only try to contact the various nations, the HR Alliance, and the martial arts academies to see if he could obtain the materials needed to assemble a spaceship.
Comparing offers from different sources!
After all, the Mu Ya Crystal was a treasure that all factions desired!
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That very noon, Luo Feng returned home to Yangzhou City aboard an intelligent combat jet.
After lunch.
On the second floor of Luo Feng’s house, only Luo Feng, Luo Hua, and their parents were present, the four of them forming a family.
“Mom, Dad, Brother Luo Hua, after swallowing this, you will feel a tingling sensation throughout your body and a coolness,” Luo Feng placed the pale green fruit flesh, already cut into three pieces, in front of his family. These three pieces were actually from the same plant spirit. The medicinal effects of plant spirits were almost always very gentle, causing no harm to the body.
However, giving a plant spirit to three ordinary people to consume—few people would dare to do such a thing; it was an immense waste!
A single plant spirit could allow a High Battle Commander warrior to directly ascend to become a Mid or even High Battle King, with a large amount of medicinal power lingering in the body, gradually absorbed during cultivation, leading to rapid strength enhancement. Thus, a single plant spirit was almost equivalent to a High Battle King.
But for ordinary people…
At most, it could create a Battle Commander warrior!
“It’s quite sweet,” Luo Hongguo took a gentle bite, the fruit dissolving instantly in his mouth.
“Tastes better than a carrot,” Gong Xinlan commented.
“It really is delicious,” Luo Hua also swallowed his piece.
After watching his family finish eating, Luo Feng spoke, “Oh, this thing tastes a bit better than a carrot, but it’s also much more expensive—more expensive than the Black Wugen root from last time.”
“What!”
“More expensive than the thousand-year-old Black Wugen root?”
Luo Hongguo, Gong Xinlan, and Luo Hua were all startled. Last time, when Luo Feng was trapped in the No.9 Ancient Civilization Ruins, the family had gone through a tough time… it was only because Luo Hua used the thousand-year-old Black Wugen root that he was able to immediately become the eighth largest shareholder of the Industrial and Commercial Bank. The price of the Black Wugen root was already an astronomical figure.
“You just ate several hundred billion in one bite?” the three looked at each other in shock.
“Mom, Dad, don’t measure things by money. Some treasures on Earth cannot be bought with money,” Luo Feng shook his head. “You’ve just consumed one entire plant spirit. There are eight more plant spirits and two portions of dragon blood in the briefcase I brought. Luo Hua, these will be under your care.”
“Eight plant spirits? Two portions of dragon blood?” his younger brother Luo Hua was clearly stunned.
Seeing this, Luo Feng smiled.
Different statuses meant different perspectives. In terms of strength alone, once he accepted his master’s inheritance, Luo Feng would be on the same level as Hong and Thunder God! People like Hong and Thunder God were towering figures, even more powerful than the five major superpowers. Such a status rendered Earth currency practically useless.
As for status…
As the sole heir of the Yimo Star Master, his position was even higher than that of the Emperor of the Yinlan Empire, which ruled over eight star systems. Unfortunately… the Yimo Star Master had died, and all his forces had scattered. Of course, Luo Feng had to be grateful because if the Yimo Star hadn’t been destroyed, he wouldn’t have become the direct disciple of the Yimo Star Master.
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Watching his parents and younger brother attempt to wield their own Blood Shadow Battle Blades, Luo Feng smiled.
“Barbara, run a test. Check my parents’ and brother’s physical conditions,” Luo Feng said. “What level are they at?”
“Your father is Disciple Third Stage, your mother is Disciple Second Stage, and your brother is Disciple Third Stage. The absorption efficiency of ordinary people is truly low. Although that plant spirit was divided into three parts, each portion’s effect is no weaker than a portion of dragon blood. A portion of dragon blood, if consumed by your so-called quasi-warriors, could turn them into Low Battle Commanders,” Barbara explained.
Luo Feng, however, was satisfied.
It was enough that his parents and family were in good health. He never intended for his parents to go into the wilderness to hunt monsters.
“Dad, Mom, I have something to tell you,” Luo Feng said.
“What is it?” Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan were still immersed in the ecstasy of their newfound vitality.
“I’ve received some information—I found out that there are still some surviving relatives in our family!” Luo Feng said.
“Still alive?”
Luo Hongguo and his wife immediately became excited. “Xiao Feng, quickly tell us—how many?”
“There are two families that have been discovered so far,” Luo Feng said directly. “One is your cousin, Mom’s cousin, Gong Xinhua.”
“My uncle’s daughter, Xiaohua?” Mother Gong Xinlan felt a flicker of joy, though not overwhelming. During the early days of the Great Nirvana, she had been too young to retain clear memories. Later, while fleeing, she had learned about this relative from Luo Feng’s grandfather. Thus, in her mind, there were no vivid recollections of Gong Xinhua.
“And the second family?” Luo Hongguo pressed.
“The second family is Dad’s aunt, ‘Luo Hongqin,’ my maternal grandmother. Her son, ‘Tang Cheng,’ is also alive. Now, Tang Cheng has married, had children, and has a pair of twin boys and girls. This pair of twins is the same age as me this year,” Luo Feng continued.
“Is my little aunt still alive?”
“Is my little aunt still alive?” Luo Hongguo’s eyes widened.
Luo Feng’s heart ached with a sudden sorrow. In the days when they dwelled within the humble confines of the low-income housing, his father would often speak of this aunt. Before the Great Cataclysm, his father had already reached an age where memories took root, and the image of his younger aunt was etched deeply within his mind. Thus, when speaking of kin lost to time, aside from Luo Feng’s grandparents, it was this maternal grandmother whom his father mentioned most.
“Every time she visited me, my little aunt brought me delicious food and bought me a handheld game console. I still remember her face so clearly,” Luo Hongguo’s eyes welled up with tears. “I never imagined my little aunt was still alive. Right, back then, her whole family happened to be on a trip to Kyoto when the disaster struck, and they were trapped there. Later, it was expanded into the Kyoto Base City.”
Luo Feng nodded.
The Kyoto region ought to belong to the Chinese nation, and it was probably the location with the greatest survival rate during the Great Nirvana.
“Xiao Feng, do you know where your maternal grandmother is? I want to see my little aunt right away,” Luo Hongguo urged.
“Now?” Luo Feng couldn’t help but look at his mother, who nodded at him.
How many years of longing had passed?
How could they possibly wait?
“Then let’s prepare and set off immediately,” Luo Feng nodded.
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That very afternoon, at around four o’clock, the deep-blue intelligent combat jet landed at one of the eight satellite cities of Kyoto Base City—Tianjin City, at the Limit Guild’s residential complex.
Luo Feng didn’t arrange for anyone to pick them up, and the four of them simply took a car to visit his father’s aunt.
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“Director, the intelligence on Tianjin City.”
A balding middle-aged man took the file handed to him by a subordinate, waved the subordinate away, and opened the folder to read the intelligence.
“Has Luo Feng come to Kyoto Base City?” The balding middle-aged man was startled and immediately picked up the nearby phone to dial a secret line.
“Connect me to Director No.1.”
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