Despite the darkness below the ground, Zuo Jingyun was still vaguely glowing, as if she were made of minerals that had been compressed and refined for billions of years below the ground.
The two little fellows considered her words in silence. Infected by the brilliance around her, they felt that an uncanny strength was flowing out of their bodies too.
"The meat is ready. Let's eat."
A Boxing Champion brought three plates and three forks over. Other than the two little fellows, he also gave a piece of meat to Zuo Jingyun.
Tilting her head, Zuo Jingyun stared at A Boxing Champion and the pan-fried synthetic meat in his hands for a long time before she said, "I did not know that you were such a person, A Boxing Champion."
"Although I myself do not need to replenish fat and protein, it is obvious that normal human beings need three meals a day."
A Boxing Champion said casually, "Only when you are full will you have the strength to train yourself and fight. The palatability of the food will certainly affect your combat ability. In order to adjust your combat state to the best, every detail must be considered. Is it strange that I'm good at cooking?"
Zuo Jingyun smiled and thanked A Boxing Champion. Then, she extended her hand to him sincerely. "A Boxing Champion, I feel that you are very different from the common bandits in the Land of Sins. How about it? Are you interested in joining our organization, becoming a Cultivator, and smashing this wretched world together?"
"I am not interested in becoming a Cultivator."
A Boxing Champion refused without any hesitation. Pausing for a moment, he said again, "But I am very interested in smashing this wretched world."
Slightly dazed, Zuo Jingyun was amused. "That does make sense. In fact, I am exactly the same. I don't care what a real Cultivator looks like. I am only interested in smashing this wretched world.
"Or rather, every generation has its own destiny. If our generation has a chance to completely smash the wretched Land of Sins, it will be enough. As for how to build a new world after it is smashed, let's leave it to the generation of Han Te and Coloured Glaze to worry about.
"Because we will definitely die on the battlefield that smashed the Old World!"
Han Te and the Coloured Glaze, with the delicious slices of meat in their mouths, raised their heads at the same time when Zuo Jingyun mentioned them again.
"No way!"
Coloured Glaze waved her fork and said anxiously, "Sister Yun will definitely survive. She will survive to see a beautiful new world and realize her dreams. Find a wilderness with high skies and low clouds and build a small but beautiful house. Then, do nothing all day and just sit on the threshold or lie on the roof, looking at the sky and the earth. She will be free and worry-free!"
Zuo Jingyun smiled. Blue and white colors really popped up in her eyes that were almost transparent, as if the whole sky was flowing into her eyes.
She was almost moved to tears by the picture, but the blue and white colors only flashed for a moment, and calmness and firmness were restored very soon.
"Judging from the components of the rocks and the forsaken tunnels that we excavated today, we are getting closer and closer to the legendary temple. Quite a few earthly dragons that escaped in all directions have also been reconnected. At least a thousand warriors are still alive. Everybody is marching toward the temple from all directions. It is estimated that they will find the temple tomorrow at the earliest and activate the 'global sword network'."
Deep flames were beaming out of Zuo Jingyun's eyes. Chewing her fork, she said solemnly, "However, the Immortal Cultivators are biting our buttocks very hard. Chances are that they will follow us. A fierce battle is bound to happen.
"It doesn't matter whether I live or die. It doesn't matter if the cottage is not built. But even if I die, I will activate the 'global sword network' and shoot at 'Manjusaka, the City in the Sky' brutally!
"I really don't know what tomorrow will be like. Tomorrow …"
"Tomorrow will definitely be better!"
Han Te and the Coloured Glaze held Zuo Jingyun's warm right hand and her cold left hand respectively as they spoke solemnly and piously.
A Boxing Champion watched in silence nearby. His crystal processor was squeaking, collecting everything he saw and heard into his database and integrating them into his own logic circuits.
In his logic circuits, something that was similar to a virus but more subtle was slowly growing.
…
Standing straight on the messy bridge of "Great Mountain", Gao Kangda stared at the thousands of brilliant stars in the deep sea of stars. The dazzling stars reminded him of the gunfire and sword auras that slaughtered his brothers twenty years ago.
"Great Mountain", which was piloted by Gao Kangda, was one of the largest starships in the coalition fleet of Starlight. However, it was not a super heavy cruiser or an expedition mothership that was produced in the shipyards of the regular army of the Imperium.
As early as 455 years ago, it had glided to the sea of stars from a civil dock as a "deep-space exploration, mining, and refining starship". In other words, it was an out-and-out mining starship that was responsible for the mobile mining operations in the dangerous areas where the environment was harsh and where radiation and cosmic storms were incessant. In the earthquake belts, asteroid belts, and stone belts where fixed mining fields could not be established.
Gao Kangda became the deputy manager of the mining room on "Great Mountain" thirty years ago, which was the highest position that a hominoid could reach. From that day on, he knew every screw on "Great Mountain" as well as the back of his hand.
Ever since they launched the great uprising twenty years ago, seized "Great Mountain", escaped from the control of the Immortal Cultivators, and joined Starlight, he had been treating "Great Mountain" as his wife and even his own flesh and blood. Every cabin, every plate of plate armor, and every external crystal cannon turret that was attached to "Great Mountain" had to be studied by him for days and nights without any rest before he came up with the most appropriate arrangements.
In the eyes of outsiders, "Great Mountain" was almost like an iron beast that was full of mountains of garbage that were piled on top of each other. The exposed heat sinks, heat shields, and all kinds of metal components of unknown purposes were everywhere. It seemed that the Imperium's army did not even need to bombard it with cannons before it was blown apart while it was flying in the sea of stars, not to mention the highly-dangerous space jumps.
Some people even made up a name for Gao Kangda's ship that didn't exist. They called it "Ancient Giant Trash", which meant that it was a combination of ancient and huge garbage.
However, only Gao Kangda and his brothers who had been fighting side by side with him for decades knew how solid and reliable the "ancient garbage" Great Mountain was, how it helped them resist the most violent cosmic storms, the most intense stone torrents, and the most dangerous ripples in the four-dimensional space time and time again, and how it considered the enemy's defense line against the barrage of the Imperium's army time and time again, shattering the high and mighty guys in the past into powder as if they were raw minerals!
"Great Mountain can do anything except give birth. Other than the Empyreal Terminus Sector, the capital of the Imperium, Great Mountain is bold enough to break into any place!"
It was the firmest belief of all the crew members of Great Mountain, including Captain Gao Kangda.
But today …
When he thought of the attack that they were going to launch the next day, Gao Kangda, who had survived countless sieges and countersieges, could not help but swallow hard.
After the battle, the big starship that had been with him for decades and had even become the "home" for him and countless other people might really fall apart and turn into an enormous garbage floating in the sea of stars forever.
However, did they have any other choice?
If they had a choice, they would not have raised a great uprising twenty years ago. They would've worked dutifully as miners and earned their living with their own abilities!
God knew that this group of brothers of his, Gao Kangda's, were all hardworking, down-to-earth, and honest people. Not a single one of them was a glutton, a slacker, or a slacker.
Mining in the mines deep inside a planet was already extremely dangerous. Mining in the highly unstable stone belts against the dangers of radiation, shooting stars, and cosmic storms was a hundred times more dangerous!
For hundreds of years, they had all gritted their teeth. There was no telling how many precious minerals they had collected for their sects and the Imperium with their hands and bones. They had practiced the excruciatingly painful techniques to increase their physical strength, durability, and anti-radiation abilities, modified certain organs with special gene drugs and strengthening drugs, or even taken the energy pills for a long time. Many of them had collapsed at their posts after working hard for days and nights. Those things were nothing out of the ordinary for them. None of them had any complaints. They were all making contributions to the country and the civilization of mankind!
However, why was the country and the wretched civilization of mankind so unsatisfied? The mining quota was higher and higher every year, but all the places that were slightly stable and convenient for mining had been emptied. They had to step into the dangerous areas that were full of radiation, high-energy particles, and highly unstable stone belts. Naturally, the mining efficiency plummeted, and the casualty rate soared. As a result, the morale was low and the output was unstable. Could they be blamed for their laziness?
Gao Kangda had explained the logic to the management of the Immortal Cultivators in the past too many times. His brothers had really tried their best. They were so exhausted that they could not even vomit blood anymore. However, their superiors simply ignored them. The electromagnetic whips that the foremen used were both ruthless and brutal. One whip could take away a piece of flesh, two whips could break five bones, and three whips could blow a person's soul into nothingness.
In the end, seeing that there was no more value to be exploited from the miners, the sect even considered introducing a few fully-automatic production lines of spiritual puppets to replace all the human miners with mining puppets.
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