Chapter 589

Mocheng, the largest supercity on Blue Star, is extremely prosperous.

Located in the northwest of Dayangzhou, it covers a total area of six hundred thousand square kilometers and has a population of over one hundred and twenty million!

Mocheng has no suburbs; every area is urban.

The entire city is protected by walls over seventy meters high and more than ten meters thick.

An energy defense net is also deployed in the sky, killing any flying beast below the sixth rank upon contact.

In the northern district of Mocheng lies a major aviation port.

Whether public flights or private fighter jets, all must take off and land here.

Around a thousand adepts carry weapons and patrol continuously, barring entry to anyone without a ticket.

Boom—

At that moment, accompanied by the thunderous roar of fighter jet engines,

a pitch-black fighter jet flew in from the horizon.

The sky defense net automatically opened a gap, and the jet slowly descended toward the port.

Passengers on public flights watched the fighter jet with curiosity and envy.

Private fighter jets are rare—even seventh-rank peak adepts may not own one.

Especially not this one: the Chi Xiao-class fighter, among the most powerful in private hands.

Hss—

The jet landed smoothly, and its hatch opened.

Nine people stepped down from the aircraft.

Leading them was a slender woman with refined, mature features and a tear mole beneath her eye.

On either side stood two young people, a man and a woman.

The woman on the left was in her early twenties, with deep blue eyes, tall stature, and a cold, detached aura.

The young man on the right had a rugged face, towering frame, and a faint aura of danger.

This group was Ling Shuang and the others from the Thunder Martial Arts Headquarters.

"This is Mocheng?"

Xu Jingming looked around; Xia Lan also studied the surroundings curiously.

They had departed at 9:30 a. m. according to Daxia time, so arrival should have been at 7 p. m.

But Mocheng is two hours ahead of Daxia; here, it was already 9 p. m.

Though night had fallen, the surroundings remained brightly lit.

Distant skyscrapers glowed with neon lights; the entire city radiated modernity and prosperity.

"Ladies and gentlemen!

Welcome to Blue Star's largest supercity—Mocheng!

The airport exit is on your right; please this way."

A staff member waiting inside the airport bowed respectfully.

Only those with private fighter jets received such treatment; public flight passengers did not.

He spoke in Daxia language, and among the six giant nations of Blue Star, only Daxians had Asian features.

This way, even if mistaken for another nationality, the traveler would not feel offended.

"Let's go." Ling Shuang placed her hand on the fighter jet; in the next instant, the entire aircraft vanished into her space ring.

The staff member's expression grew even more respectful as he led the way ahead.

After passing through a long corridor, Xu Jingming and the others exited the aviation port.

They arrived at the outer exit.

Many people were waiting here to pick up arrivals.

Most were foreign faces—Black and White.

Many held pick-up signs, yet none bore the Thunder Martial Arts logo.

"No one's here to meet us?" Xu Jingming was surprised.

Ling Shuang, after all, was an eighth-rank mid-tier Grand Master with an S-rank ability.

Upon arriving in Mocheng, the local Thunder Martial Arts branch, as host, should at least have sent someone to greet them.

"They'd rather we didn't come at all—why would they send someone to wait?"

Ling Shuang seemed to have expected this; she wasn't bothered, but her eyes grew slightly colder:

"If they won't come to meet us, we'll go ourselves.

I've been to the Thunder Martial Arts branch in Dayangzhou before! Let's go!"

Boom!!

Spatial power spread, and before the stunned gaze of passersby,

Ling Shuang and her group—including Xu Jingming—vanished from their spot.

Xu Jingming's vision went black; when he regained awareness, he stood before the Thunder Martial Arts building.

The Mocheng Thunder Martial Arts complex was built in a style similar to Daxia's.

On the side of each thirty-meter-tall building gleamed a massive blue lightning emblem.

These buildings formed a connected complex of over a dozen structures!

More than a dozen giant blue lightning emblems shone brightly under the night sky.

Paired with the towering, beast-like buildings, the sight was magnificent.

Ling Shuang's group's sudden teleportation drew startled glances from all around.

The doorman at the main building's entrance paled slightly and immediately dialed a phone.

Ling Shuang ignored the surrounding stares and led Xu Jingming and the others straight toward the first floor.

Yet, as they entered the lobby, a man in a suit rushed forward with several others:

"You must be Director Ling? I'm Zhao Song, the director's assistant.

My apologies—Director Liu is still occupied with other matters.

He specifically instructed us to go pick you up at the airport, but we didn't expect you to arrive so quickly.

Truly sorry—this is a serious oversight on our part."

Zhao Song offered a triple apology at once, appearing deeply sincere.

Xu Jingming frowned.

If you truly meant to welcome us, why wait until now?

Don't tell me a seventh-rank Grand Master forgot you were expecting them today.

Ling Shuang clearly wasn't fooled; she said nothing.

Zhao Song didn't flinch, continuing:

"We've prepared accommodations and a lavish banquet for Director Ling and all the students.

Come, I'll take you there now."

"No need for the banquet. We're exhausted from travel—we wish to rest directly in the dormitory.

Just send dinner to our quarters."

Ling Shuang shook her head; her cold expression grew even sharper.

Even Xu Jingming could tell: Ling Shuang was genuinely angry.

"Alright."

Zhao Song hesitated, then said, "Director Ling, you'll be staying alone in a standalone villa.

The other students will share—two per villa.

But each villa has two floors; privacy is guaranteed."

"Xu Jingming isn't a student—he's here as a mentor. Give him his own villa too."

After a pause, Ling Shuang added: "Place it next to mine."

"That's possible, but arranging it immediately may be difficult."

Zhao Song looked troubled. "We prepared five villas total.

One for Director Ling, and the rest for students—two per villa.

Even if we freed another villa, we'd have to wait until tomorrow.

Tonight, Xu student… no, Mr. Xu, you'll have to make do temporarily."

As he spoke, Zhao Song offered an apologetic look toward Xu Jingming.