Chapter 113

Zhong Chi walked at the front, and even Zhu Qinjiang, who trusted him most, kept a cautious distance behind.

When the group crossed the warning line and no beams shot out, they all stared in surprise at the two colossal warships parked in the distance.

Fan Yibing glanced at the radar monitor on her wrist and immediately noticed that the alien base, previously blurred by interference waves, had become crystal clear—the interference waves seemed to have vanished entirely.

Could it really be true? Thinking this, she unconsciously quickened her pace.

"Don't be afraid of dying—hurry up," Zhong Chi said, then ignored everyone and boldly charged toward War Disc Two.

He preferred War Disc Two.

War Disc One belonged to Ding Huan; Ding Huan had merely granted him access rights, but War Disc Two, he held the highest authority over.

When everyone saw Zhong Chi actually step into the war disc without any resistance, they were filled with joy and astonishment.

Gu Zhong rushed forward first—he was certain that even at his peak performance, he had never moved this fast.

Although the people Zhong Chi had killed had been burned by Ding Huan, everyone could still feel the lingering aura of slaughter here.

Following Gu Zhong, everyone surged onto the war disc in a single rush.

"Old Zhong, did you really kill all the aliens here?" Zhu Qinjiang's voice trembled—he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Zhong Chi chuckled: "I don't have that kind of ability—I'm just a lowly assistant. Old Zhu, remember what I told you back in Puhai?"

"Of course I do—I said I was going to find help, so…?" Zhu Qinjiang immediately said.

Zhong Chi laughed heartily: "Exactly! I found help… no, correction—I'm just a minor helper. That powerful figure killed all the alien elites and seized these two war discs."

He wasn't stupid—he knew Ding Huan, like himself, was seeking Shi Changyi for revenge. Mentioning Ding Huan now would likely make Shi Changyi hide in a corner and dare not show his face.

Gu Zhong kept touching everything around him, and upon hearing Zhong Chi's words, he quickly asked: "Old Zhong, can we fly this war disc?"

"Can it still fight?" That question came from Fan Yibing.

All eyes turned to Zhong Chi.

Zhong Chi said proudly: "The war disc's energy is fully charged—it can fight perfectly. But General Gu, you can't pilot it. Only I can operate this war disc—I'm its core now."

"Hmph. A selfish man. Such a war disc should naturally be placed under the Federation's control to maximize its power." A cold scoff echoed.

Zhong Chi flew into a rage: "Shi Changyi, you despicable worm! This war disc is my spoils, under my control—all those aliens were killed with my help. Why can't I control it?"

"Everyone, stop arguing. We've captured the alien war disc and eliminated the alien elites—this is good for Earth and all humanity." Commander Qu Weimin of the Martial Arts Alliance stepped forward.

"Besides, we still have another war disc. Our primary task now is rebuilding the Human Corridor Defense Line and driving out the beast monsters."

Zhong Chi said: "Old Qu, this war disc is mine alone—the other one belongs to someone else."

"Whoever it belongs to, in this emergency, the war disc must be handed over to the Federation," Shi Changyi declared with righteous indignation.

Zhong Chi sneered: "Do you all now know who I called for help? This war disc belongs to the true warrior who slaughtered the aliens—it was his prize. Even this one was given to me by him."

"In other words, Shi Changyi—even if that other war disc were offered to your Gene Alliance, would you dare take it? Pfft."

Shi Changyi's righteous tone cut off abruptly. He didn't know who this powerful figure was, but this being had penetrated here, slaughtered every alien elite, and seized their warships and war discs.

If such a powerful figure turned his gaze toward his Gene Alliance, wouldn't it mean certain death?

"Senior Zhong, is that powerful figure present? Could you introduce us to him? With his assistance, rebuilding the Human Corridor Defense Line may not be impossible."

Fan Yibing immediately grasped the key point.

At that moment, every person present was calculating silently.

Some wondered how to divide the war disc; others pondered the nature of its energy; still others speculated that the alien war disc must contain top-tier treasures—and where had those treasures gone?

Shi Changyi stared intently at the war disc's control cabin—his Gene Alliance was desperately lacking a war disc of such power.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Heaven truly favors Earth, sending such a powerful figure to aid us. We are deeply indebted to Senior Zhong for bringing this powerful being to crush Earth's threats."

Gu Zhong saw through everyone's thoughts and stepped forward voluntarily.

Gu Zhong was the Federation's top warrior—when he spoke, no one dared interrupt.

"I suggest we hold an emergency meeting here to discuss the war disc's usage, and also address Commander Fan's proposal to rebuild the Human Corridor Defense Line…"

Zhong Chi cut him off: "Old Gu, don't worry—we can head straight to the Human Corridor Defense Line now."

"Old Zhong, is that elder also at the Human Corridor Defense Line?" Zhu Qinjiang asked immediately.

Zhong Chi shook his head: "He's not there—but the demon dragon at the Human Corridor Defense Line was severely wounded by him, and so was the giant gorilla."

"If we move now to rebuild the defense line, and I bring this war disc along, no matter how strong the beast monsters are, they'll only be slowly held back beyond the Human Corridor Defense Line."

Amid a chorus of praise, Zhong Chi grew increasingly smug.

Yet no one noticed that most eyes kept scanning the war disc.

As for the other war disc—Zhong Chi claimed it belonged to the one who wiped out the aliens—no one dared covet it.

Everyone here knew just how powerful the alien civilization that invaded Earth was.

A being capable of exterminating all those alien elites—if angered, no patronage or backing could shield anyone from his retaliation.

…

Ding Huan parked the Blue Star at an unremarkable basin; according to Nian Jinqing's map, it was close to the ruins.

Such basins were countless in the Kunlun Mountains.

Before the emergence of gene-beasts, no human had ever set foot deep within the Kunlun Mountains.

Now, everywhere were gene-beasts; as Earth's most sacred mountain range, the Kunlun range teemed with all kinds of monsters.

Ding Huan had parked the Blue Star in the basin precisely because of fears of powerful beasts.

Even though a nearly Foundation Establishment demon dragon had appeared at the Human Corridor Defense Line, along with a giant gorilla nearly its equal,

in Ding Huan's view, the truly powerful beasts were likely hidden in the Kunlun Mountains.

Mountains like Kunlun, shrouded in immortal qi, harbored mighty beasts that, even if they emerged, would never be as brazen or showy as the demon dragon or giant gorilla—they would grow in secret, becoming stronger before stepping out.

This was an innate trait of intelligent life born from Huaxia soil—no one needed to teach it.

Because of this concern, Ding Huan had not rushed to search for the ancient Daoist ruins upon arriving in Kunlun.

He would cultivate in seclusion until his strength could no longer rise swiftly, then act.

"Laoliu, we're going down too—make sure to protect the Blue Star with something." Qi Qi Xinyue called out to Laoliu.

Ever since Ding Huan said that no matter how hard Laoliu trained, he could only remain at the ninth-level ferocious beast tier—and might not even make the top ten on Earth—Laoliu had become listless and drained.

"Big Brother, am I never going to become Liu Er again?" Laoliu picked up a pen and wrote several limp characters.

If I can't even match what I was back then, what's the point of recovering this memory?

Ding Huan hesitated, then said: "There is still one method—it has some chance of ensuring you won't be worse than before."

"What method?" Laoliu leapt up, his entire monkey form suddenly energized.

But the words he spoke could only become jijijiji.

Seeing Laoliu reach for his pen to write, Ding Huan waved his hand: "No need to write—I understand what you're saying."

Laoliu looked at Ding Huan with hopeful eyes; he had waited for Ding Huan, endured hardship, and traveled ten thousand li to find him—all to gain strength.

If his strength cannot improve, what meaning do all these actions hold? He felt his entire life had lost meaning.

"But why should I help you?" Ding Huan sneered at Laoliu.

"I'll repay you—I'll treat you as my own big brother!" Laoliu hurriedly wrote his loyalty on paper.

Ding Huan chuckled: "I've already seen your ingratitude. Do you know how much effort I put in to save you and restore your memory?"

"I know, Master Huan Ye," Laoliu replied with a look of unwavering loyalty, his hand never stopping, changing "Big Brother" to "Master Huan Ye."

"Yes, you know—so the first thing you did after recovering your memory was try to kill me. If I hadn't had a few tricks up my sleeve, I'd already be cold bones by now," Ding Huan mocked.

Laoliu gritted his teeth and wrote: "Master Huan Ye, whatever you say, I'll do."

Ding Huan said coolly: "How long have I trained? How long have you trained? You're a being of ancient immortal gods—I'm just an ordinary human. What good method could I possibly think of? What a joke."

As he spoke of thinking of a method, Ding Huan's mind already held over a dozen ways to control Laoliu.

But he was too lazy to act on them—in his eyes, Laoliu truly had no value.

Perhaps Laoliu might become valuable someday, but cultivating him into something valuable wouldn't take one or two days.

It would also require vast cultivation resources.

As for Ding Huan himself, he didn't even have enough cultivation resources for himself—where would he get any to waste on Laoliu?

Besides, even if I raise Laoliu up, this white-eyed monkey might not listen to me.

"Big Brother, I can surrender my soul imprint—I'll never betray you, no, Master Huan Ye," Laoliu wrote with desperate longing.

He and Ding Huan had known each other for more than just a day or two—he knew what kind of person Ding Huan was.

Surrendering his soul imprint was merely to gain Ding Huan's trust; Ding Huan would never use this to harm him.

Besides, if Ding Huan wanted to kill him, he could crush him with a flick of his wrist—and could force him to surrender his soul imprint anyway.

The fact that Ding Huan hadn't done so yet suggested that, in Ding Huan's eyes, he really wasn't valuable at all.

"Huh, that's unusual," Ding Huan thought, slightly surprised.

He was certain Laoliu had more than one method in mind—but this one was the simplest, most direct, and gave him the deepest control.

It seemed this Laoliu truly wanted to follow him.

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