Chapter 94: 094: Is This a Fucking Intercontinental Missile? 48K Request

Tian Heng was attacked; all of this was part of the plan.

Because Tian Heng hovered over He Dong Xian, the purpose was to draw out the spacecraft Yuan that the Luo family had taken.

Although Yuan's class is somewhat higher than Tian Heng's, Tian Heng, being a spacecraft seized by the Zhou people centuries ago, has naturally undergone extensive modifications and upgrades over the past hundred years.

Although the Great Zhou Dynasty does not control many spacecraft factories, and the battlecruiser schematics and various data are largely missing, years of reverse engineering—especially since the data are incomplete rather than nonexistent—have made progress.

Therefore, progress is inevitable. On the contrary, the Great Zhou Dynasty has made great strides in spacecraft technology; today Tian Heng's performance can fully match the Great Shang Dynasty's refined‑class spacecraft "Yuan".

Its defensive capability even surpasses Yuan.

If there were only one Yuan, then for the skyborne spacecraft Tian Heng, that would truly be no problem.

But unfortunately, reality offers no ifs.

Wu Ding, as a "king ship", far exceeds the locally built version made by the Shang people and the upgraded local‑plus version refined by the Zhou on the Shang base; a single blast can shatter a repeatedly upgraded Tian Heng, which explains its exaggerated destructive power.

At this moment, Wang Wu glanced twice at the woman beside him; it was his first time seeing her in this appearance.

But after the two glances, Wang Wu suddenly realized something: since this thing had already taken down the spacecraft Tian Heng in the sky, its next target might be…

"WTF!!"

Wang Wu let out a startled shout, but the next moment he saw that the two spacecraft far up in the sky had already vanished without a trace.

"No need to run, Young Hero Wang," Yu Xin's voice rang in Wang Wu's ear, freezing his body that had just been about to move.

He turned his head toward Yu Xin, whose expression was now even worse than before; he stared silently at Wang Wu and said, "Their target is not the city below. If they try to fire a second shot, they won't be able to escape."

Spacecraft are undeniably powerful. Yet the Zhou Dynasty, as the former leader of the anti‑Shang coalition, also possesses considerable strength and is not weak.

Although at least sixty percent of the credit for the Shang Dynasty's fall belongs to the Shang themselves, the remaining forty percent is still significant.

Even though half of that remaining forty percent is divided among Xia, Chu, and Wei, the Zhou's strength is still not to be underestimated.

They have, of course, prepared accordingly on how to neutralize the Shang's ace weapon, the spacecraft. After years of development, this technology has become even more advanced.

Eight hundred years ago, the Zhou were confident they could destroy the Shang's king ship; eight hundred years later, they can do it even more easily.

Because the Great Shang has perished, while the Great Zhou continues to develop.

Sure enough, as Yu Xin's voice faded, Wang Wu looked up and saw a scene in the sky that made his eyes widen.

The cloud layer tore apart, a dazzling flash of fire briefly erupted within, moving so fast that in the blink of an eye it shot from above Wang Wu's head toward the direction of the two spacecraft.

Where it passed, the thick clouds were ripped into a series of shocking streaks.

According to the spherical fortress's surveillance cameras, the two spacecraft were 88.5 kilometers from He Dong Xian, where Wang Wu stood.

Wang Wu glanced at the streaks above, then looked behind them; the streaks stretched to the distant horizon where sky meets earth.

Eighty‑eight kilometers, half a second.

In the distant sky, a blinding flash erupted again, brighter than the previous one, but its distance prevented any effect on the city below.

After the flash, a massive explosion roar rolled in quickly, like an apocalyptic disaster, as if to tear the entire sky apart.

It indeed ripped the heavens open.

Revealing the strange underlying hue of this world's cosmic space.

Wang Wu didn't know whether this was a unique feature of this star sector, but the world's space was red.

Like the eyes of a cursed demon, blood‑red.

In the past, when the night sky was thin with moon and stars, Wang Wu had also seen this world's night sky. It wasn't a black night sky, but an extremely eerie, blood‑red expanse that made the body feel terribly uneasy after staring for more than a minute.

It was on a night during Wang Wu's first month in this world, leaving an indelible impression.

After a brief glance at that sky, Wang Wu quickly withdrew his gaze, looked at the people beside him, and found they were the same.

"That just now was…" recalling the "fire spear" he saw earlier in the sky, Wang Wu asked:

"What was that?"

"Scorching Sun."

The one answering was Si Tu Jin, whose expression was indifferent. After replying to Wang Wu's question, he vanished on the spot.

After Si Tu Jin disappeared, Yu Xin gave Wang Wu a glance, nodded, and then also vanished.

Back on the second floor of Fang Yi Hall, seated at a table, Wang Wu picked up his chopsticks, waiting for breakfast.

Indeed, the main meal hasn't arrived yet; they ordered a bowl of vegetable and beef congee and several steamed buns.

"Have they settled the bill?" Wang Wu asked the maid, who had just come to her senses.

"Huh? Young, Young Hero?" The maid, upon Wang Wu's call, immediately turned her gaze to him, blushing and shaking her head. "No, not yet,"

Wang Wu, accustomed to ordinary women blushing when spoken to, nodded:

"Then continue, I'll pay. How much?"

"In total, um, eight taels, Young Hero."

Wang Wu, sipping tea, nearly spat it out, but managed to hold back, his thigh trembling imperceptibly.

"Alright," Wang Wu nodded, "Keep going, hurry up."

Eight taels of silver—one tael is three hundred coins, so eight taels is two thousand four! Damn, are they robbing me??

"Alright..." The maid immediately bowed, then hurried downstairs.

Scrolling on her phone while waiting for the meal, after a few dozen seconds the maid returned with a tray.

"Young Hero, here's your breakfast," the maid said, bowing slightly to Wang Wu.

He rubbed his hands, ready to scoop both bowls forward, when suddenly a hand reached out and took one bowl away.

Wang Wu froze, looked up and realized someone was sitting opposite him.

"Thank you, Brother Wang, for the treat." Si Tu Jin, who had reappeared at some unknown moment, pulled a basket of buns and a bowl of congee to his own seat and nodded at him.

Wang Wu's hands were shaking, yet a bright smile finally spread across his face:

"It's fine, General Si Tu also often treats me; consider this me treating you this time."

"Hehe," Si Tu Jin laughed, "Then I'll have to keep taking advantage of Brother Wang in the future."

Upon hearing that, Wang Wu's face twitched, almost undergoing a transformation.

This, of course, isn't stinginess; in fact, Wang Wu is a very generous person. He's just feeling a bit unwell, perhaps the price of cultivating demonic arts.

But there's no choice; to survive in this cruel world, he must also give up some things.

He lowered his head, ate a bun after another without even a spoon, then gulped a big mouthful of porridge. Wang Wu ate in that manner, with no thought of speaking a word.

Si Tu Jin was the same, but after eating for a while she looked up at Wang Wu, and seeing his face flashing green and white, she felt a secret satisfaction.

Wang Wu found Si Tu Jin odd, and Si Tu Jin likewise found Wang Wu very odd.

This guy is riddled with mysteries, and beyond that his attitude toward life is dreadfully strange.

Si Tu Jin had never before seen a person like this.

Extremely generous, yet at the same time extremely stingy. One can clearly see a strong desire to preserve his life, but sometimes he would unhesitatingly do things that would obviously accelerate his own death.

And he's also a demonic cultivator.

This, of course, isn't Si Tu Jin's first time encountering a demonic cultivator; in fact, because she's seen many, she finds this guy truly strange.

The stranger it is, the stranger it is.

For two transcendents, such a breakfast clearly takes little time. The meal is so expensive because of the ingredients and the labor cost at Fang Yi Hall, but it is indeed worth the price.

After the meal, they felt a considerable replenishment of energy; not instantly full, but clearly quite good.

After finishing, Wang Wu briefly said goodbye to Si Tu Jin and left Fang Yi Hall.

Si Tu Jin, meanwhile, sat at her seat, leisurely wiped her mouth, stared at Wang Wu's spot for a while, then got up and left.

After leaving Fang Yi Hall, Si Tu Jin's previously relaxed expression darkened instantly, a murderous aura radiating from her.

She hurried back to the camp and entered the main tent.

Colonel Si Tu.

He Dong Xian officer Zhang Fei immediately came forward, along with Si Tu Jin's adjutant.

"Investigate," Si Tu Jin ordered, "

Effective immediately, all cultivators in the county must report to the He Dong Xian camp for registration and inspection. After registration, the Demon‑Suppression Army will patrol He Dong Xian; any unregistered cultivator found will be captured outright."

"Understood."

The adjutant and Zhang Fei responded in unison.

After issuing the order, Si Tu Jin sat on the chief's chair in the main tent, rubbed her forehead, and sighed.

"This matter's responsibility does not lie with you, Jin'er; you need not blame yourself."

A figure appeared before Si Tu Jin—a handsome man whose features were about fifty percent similar to hers.

"I understand, Uncle," Si Tu Jin nodded, "it's just that the Wang vessel…"

"There's nothing we can do," Si Tu Jin's uncle chuckled lightly. "Who would have thought the Luo family still found Daji? I thought that demoness was long dead, or had fully turned demonic."

"It must be close," Si Tu Jin tilted her head back. "By the lifespan of the demon race, it's near."

Wang Mansion.

Wang Wu and Wang Lan sat together, continuing to treat her injuries.

Her wounds were essentially healed; the pill given to her yesterday had astonishingly strong effect, even making her unusually energetic today, so she practiced at the training ground for a long time.

In Wang Wu's mind at that moment, he was still recalling what he saw in the sky today: two starships, and more prominently three 'Blazing Sun' missiles.

Or rather, intercontinental ballistic missiles.

Their manifestation was just too similar, too much like that thing.

And based on the screenshots captured by the camera, that object not only resembled it in form, its very shape was already sufficiently alike.

Yet you can still tell at a glance that this thing is a native product of this world, because some designs converge, and two completely different civilizations can independently create the same object.

For example, wheels exist both in this world and in my homeworld. Likewise beds, cups, houses, etc.; these items bear no real difference from the ancient styles of my home.

However, my home clearly lacks intercontinental missiles of such speed; that object's velocity far exceeds the limits of my home's technology.

Eighty‑eight kilometers in half a second, meaning a speed of nearly 190 km per second, indicating that object has surpassed the fourth cosmic velocity.

And this occurs within the atmosphere; for something to reach such speed inside the atmosphere already shows its terrifying nature.

No wonder that thing looks very odd, extremely odd, yet it possesses a certain aesthetic, a unique beauty.

If one were to label that aesthetic, the word would be "speed".

No wonder Si Tu Jin and Yu Xin wore such grim expressions when they saw Tianheng destroyed, yet Wang Wu saw no trace of fear on their faces.

Having such ultra‑high‑speed ballistic missiles—though Wang Wu doesn't know if they're truly ballistic missiles, let's call them that for now. Not fearing them is also normal.

"Wu Lang, what's wrong?"

Wang Lan noticed the other's condition and asked softly.

"I thought about this morning's events and didn't expect the starship to be destroyed as well," Wang Wu replied, simultaneously removing his hand from the other's neck and pulling her into his embrace.

But Wang Lan gently pushed him, as if trying to slip out of Wang Wu's embrace.

"Wu, Wu Lang, I'm going first, to take a shower…"

"Why?" Wang Wu lowered his head, reached toward her and sniffed, "The scent is nice, huh?"

Wang Lan blushed instantly, "But I— I just came back from the training ground today, my feet are just too…"

Hearing that, Wang Wu lowered his head and looked at Wang Lan's boots.

These are the boots she habitually trains in; despite frequent washing and replacement, a qi‑infused warrior is not a true realm practitioner, so some bodily odors are inevitably stronger.

These have been used for nearly a month; she swaps her training boots about monthly, washes them daily, but even right after removing them they still emit a…

"That's not bad, huh?"

A moment later, Wang Wu's voice came.

When she sensed the touch on her foot, Wang Lan's heart, aside from the intense embarrassment, was filled with an even stronger happiness.

"Wu Lang, I…"

In the following days, the city's streets saw far fewer pedestrians. Because the Space Vessel Tianheng was destroyed, the entire county was instantly placed under martial law.

Although everyone thought that, Wang Wu knew it wasn't because of the space vessel. It was actually some people hidden within the city.

All cultivators were forcibly registered and inspected, even the disciples of the major sects were no exception.

Even Wang Wu couldn't avoid it, though he only went through the procedure. That alone shows how thorough the sweep was.

Yet they still found nothing.

These past few days Wang Wu occasionally returns to the fortress, after all he still has to spend time with the girls at home. Besides, he also has a parcel to pick up.

【Shan Ding Dong Yao Guai: Master, I have a friend who can't cultivate true Qi. What should she do?】

【Bo Sheng Gui Bi Ni Ma Si Le: Where the hell did you get so many female friends? Yesterday you couldn't cut your inner demon while practicing demonic arts, and today it's even heavier—can't even cultivate true Qi, right?】

【Bo Sheng Gui Bi Ni Ma Si Le: Damn, where did all these useless ones come from?】

【Bo Sheng Gui Bi Ni Ma Si Le retracted a message】

【Bo Sheng Gui Bi Ni Ma Si Le: If you can't cultivate true Qi, check whether it's poor true Qi circulation, or if the true Qi's elemental attribute is clashing inside the body.】

【Shan Ding Dong Yao Guai: No, Master, it's that I can't cultivate true Qi at all, there's no attribute whatsoever.】

【Bo Sheng Gui Bi Ni Ma Si Le: Then it's an innate defect, innate true Qi blocked? Buy her some forced meridian‑unblocking medicine, like Heavenly Meridian Tonic.】

【Shan Ding Dong Yao Guai: But she can cultivate some Qi, it's very chaotic, not true Qi, it's a lower grade.】

【Bo Sheng Gui Bi Ni Ma Si Le: That? It's a narrow innate true meridian. Same thing—buy Heavenly Meridian Tonic, your pharmacy should have it.】

【Shan Ding Dong Yao Guai: Uh, none, Master.】

【Bo Sheng Gui Bi Ni Ma Si Le: Oh right, I forgot, you're a damn otherworld monster.】

Having his true identity pointed out in a single remark, Wang Wu had long since become numb and didn't care at all.

Wave‑Rising Turtle, your mom is dead: No problem, Master, I'll buy some for you and send them over; this thing is quite cheap, a box is only about fifty‑something yuan.

【Your red envelope (300 Yunguang Coins) has been received by Bo Sheng Gui Bi Ni Ma Si Le (*image)】

【Bo Sheng Gui Bi Ni Ma Si Le: Hey disciple! Why so polite! If you do this again next time, I won't accept it!】

This is the parcel Wang Wu needs to pick up; the address has changed, but picking up the parcel is actually more convenient now.

Wang Lan's strength isn't great, and she's human, so Wang Wu currently has no plans to keep her by his side. Therefore, he turned to his otherworld master for help.

Sure enough, the master didn't disappoint; the world over at Assassin Brother truly has every kind of thing.

(End of chapter)