When the Federation battleship, which was supposed to receive Wang Baole and Feng Qiuran, entered the perimeter of the Venusian defense line, the Solar System's array formation was activated. After layers of investigation, it was confirmed that Wang Baole and Feng Qiuran weren't possessed by the Never-Ending Clan. Li Xingwen also used special means to investigate and confirm that the two of them weren't being controlled. Only then was their battleship allowed to land at the Venusian base's spaceport.
At the same time, the Venusian spaceport was placed under martial law.
The interior was sealed, and the external defenses were even tighter. A large number of cultivators stood around the spaceport. They were cautious and curious at the same time. Under Duan Muque's lead, they stared at the battleship that was slowly landing not far away.
The moment the door to the spaceport opened, all eyes outside the spaceport focused on it. At the same time, a low shout reverberated in all directions.
"Salute!"
In an instant, all the cultivators and staff in the spaceport, as well as the leaders and elders of the various large factions, raised their right hands and saluted the Federation. Even Duan Muque did the same.
This salute was a salute to Wang Baole!
Regardless of whether it was what Zhao Yameng and Lord Xu had said when they returned, or whether Wang Baole had brought Feng Qiuran back with him this time, all of this could be said to be a great contribution!
The former was because Wang Baole had risked his life to send them out of danger, which was why he had sent a message to the Federation. The latter was a boost to the weakened Federation.
Needless to say, after the ancient greenish-bronze sword Hundred Seedlings Plan had been launched, Duan Muque had spread the word about Wang Baole's great contributions to the Federation. As a result, Duan Muque himself didn't know how to arrange Wang Baole's future position …
Therefore, no matter what, Wang Baole deserved this salute!
However, just as everyone was saluting and welcoming him, as the cabin door opened, an impassioned cry rang out in all directions. The scene inside made everyone's eyes widen. They were shocked, especially Duan Muque and the others.
The first to walk out of the cabin door were Li Xingwen and the Big Tree. The two of them looked normal, but they looked a little awkward. Wang Baole, who appeared behind them, looked fine at first glance. his fatigue had dissipated, and his clothes were neat. His body was to become slender, and even his aura was very different from before he had left the Federation.
It was due to the increase in his cultivation level, the Yuanying of the stars, and the experiences he had over the years that had cast away his childishness. Originally, his current appearance would have made everyone's eyes light up and respect him. However … there was a donkey sitting on his shoulder!
It was a little black donkey. Its two legs were straddling Wang Baole's neck, and its two front hooves were pressing down on Wang Baole's head. It was skinny, but the sound it made on Wang Baole's body was extremely loud and clear …
Most of them had seen people riding donkeys before, but for a donkey to ride a man … that was inconceivable. That was especially so when Wang Baole held a bag of snacks in his hands, continuously raising his hand to feed the donkey …
This scene caused everyone's gazes to turn strange.
Wang Baole also felt awkward, but there was nothing he could do about it. After the donkey was taken out, it refused to return to the storage space. Its shrill cries, its trembling body, and its sticking out its tongue as if it wanted to bite off its tongue to commit suicide made Wang Baole feel ashamed. His heart softened, and this was the result.
As for the snacks, Wang Baole saw that the donkey was about to starve to death, so after he fed it, the little guy seemed to have found the feeling of being its master. If he didn't feed it, it would bite off its tongue to commit suicide.
As he walked out, Wang Baole's gaze swept across the strange expressions on the faces of the people outside the battleship. He sighed inwardly, then stopped in his tracks. His expression was extremely solemn, and he spoke loudly.
"Fellow Daoists from the Federation, you must be puzzled as to why I, Wang Baole, would appear in front of you with a donkey on my back!
"That's because, in my eyes, it's not an animal. It's my companion, my comrade. He was the one who saved me in so many life-and-death situations. During the most difficult months, he would rather not eat or drink until he was all skin and bones. He searched for food and elixirs for the unconscious me, and he almost starved to death himself!
"I, Wang Baole, have always valued friendship and loyalty. Even if I had to cut off my own flesh, I would be willing to do so, let alone carry him on my back. That's because, from the moment I stepped onto the path of cultivation, the Grandmaster of Ethereal Dao College taught me one thing: 'We Federation cultivators must repay kindness!'" Wang Baole's voice grew louder and louder. By the end of his speech, everyone was moved.
The donkey's skinny appearance was especially convincing. In the eyes of most people, whether it was an animal or a human, there had to be a reason why they could starve themselves to such an extent!
Otherwise, in this day and age, it was actually quite difficult to starve to death. And that reason … was obviously what Wang Baole had said. The donkey was willing to sacrifice itself to save its master!
Although not everyone believed it, most people accepted this explanation. When they looked at the donkey, their eyes were filled with respect. The intelligent donkey naturally noticed these changes in expression and gazes. It was stunned at first, then blinked. Just as it was about to instinctively grin, Wang Baole coughed in a voice that only it could hear.
This cough immediately made the donkey's expression turn solemn. It put on a heroic expression as if it was vowing to live and die with its master.
Wang Baole was very satisfied with the donkey's reaction speed. Seeing that his words had not only resolved the awkwardness, but also had a positive effect, Wang Baole was pleased with himself. He felt that his self-awareness had improved significantly, so he spoke again solemnly.
"At the same time, after I graduated from Ethereal Dao College, our President Duanmu taught me something. That is … revenge must be exacted! The Never-Ending Clan has invaded the Federation, and we must avenge them. Since the Dao Palace cultivators are willing to be ordered around, Senior Qiuran and I, as the Dao Palace Grand Elders, have to clean up the mess. But in the end, we, the Federation cultivators, must never forget the words President Duanmu taught me. Revenge must be exacted! "
Wang Baole roared the last sentence with all his might. Given his cultivation, his roar was like a storm that swept through the spaceport like rolling thunder. Everyone present was shaken to the core, so much so that their emotions were affected. Most of them instinctively roared along.
"Revenge must be exacted!"
Under Wang Baole's command, the Federation cultivators in the spaceport were in high spirits. They gathered together and formed a fervent fighting spirit. This fighting spirit shook the hearts of everyone present, and the upper echelons of the Federation were affected as well. Even Duan Muque, Li Xingwen, and the others, despite knowing that Wang Baole had a habit of spouting nonsense, had a strange glint in their eyes. This was especially so for Duan Muque. At that moment, he suddenly felt that … Wang Baole had surpassed him when it came to mobilizing people. He was the most suitable candidate for the presidency.
Similarly shaken was Feng Qiuran, who had walked out from behind Wang Baole. She had yet to recover from her injuries and her face was pale. When she heard the roars all around her and felt the fighting spirit of the Federation, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes to recall the faces of the Dao Palace cultivators she had seen along the way. When she opened her eyes, they were no longer conflicted. Instead, they were filled with determination. After Wang Baole finished speaking, she took a few steps forward and stood beside Wang Baole. She cupped her fists and bowed deeply to the people around her.
"Great Elder Baole is right. The Dao Palace … does need to be cleaned up! And the harm that the Dao Palace cultivators have brought to our fellow Daoists of the Federation is something that I can't make up for even if I apologize ten thousand times. The only thing I can do is to help with all my might. I will use my life to bear this calamity together with our fellow Daoists of the Federation! "
Wang Baole's words and Feng Qiuran's voice caused everyone to tremble violently. At the same time, it also strengthened their resolve for this battle.
"Salute Senior Wang Baole and Senior Qiuran!" Duan Muque suddenly spoke. His voice was loud and filled with determination. The people around him saluted once again. Their fighting spirit and aura exploded in that instant!
When the atmosphere of the welcoming ceremony reached its peak, Wang Baole and Feng Qiuran disembarked from the battleship. Under the guidance of Li Xingwen and the others, they walked into the Martian base with the upper echelons of the Federation's various factions and Duan Muque.
The upper echelons of the Federation and Duan Muque were the representatives. After a detailed discussion and understanding of the situation through Feng Qiuran, Feng Qiuran was arranged to stay in the base's secret chamber to continue recuperating. Donkey was also taken away, and Wang Baole was left in the main pavilion. After the crowd dispersed, only he, Duan Muque, and Li Xingwen were left in the main pavilion. Duan Muque's expression was extremely solemn. After pondering for a while, he suddenly spoke.
"Wang Baole, if the Federation wins this battle, you will be the next President of the Federation after the war ends!"
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