Chapter 893

Fanma lifted his head and gazed at the sky, as if lost in recollection: "I wasn't this strong from childhood; when I was ten, killing a beast ship took some effort."

"I've worked as a miner, also as a mercenary; after becoming financially comfortable, I even played at interstellar wilderness survival for several years. Guns and cannons, blades, beasts and poisonous insects—all along, I've constantly battled the strongest creatures in the stars, tempering my flesh."

"Until one day, when I looked back, the world held only two kinds of people: me, and the weak."

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Renya

"Why is this guy's experience so similar to mine?"

After hearing Hanma's account, the most shocked weren't Déchuān, Yúdù Dúbù, etc., but Fànmǎ Yǒngcìláng.

He himself was a mercenary by origin; starting in his youth, he shifted between the world's major battlefields to temper his flesh. As of today, on this planet beneath his feet, aside from Píkě, he is confident that no creature's flesh can compare to his.

Just as he was feeling bored, another cultivator who had refined his flesh to the utmost appeared in the firmament—Feixiao!

That peerless skill and strength were undoubtedly above him, yet facing such a blow, Yujiro felt not defeat or disappointment, but…

Ecstasy!

It turned out someone in the universe could truly temper their flesh to such a realm; it turned out his position was not the mountain peak, but the foothills of the mountain called "Universe"! His road ahead remains long—so long that even spending his remaining life seeking it would not bore him.

Even more surprising to him was that someone from the Hanma clan had actually crossed the Star Sea, arrived at the Divine Vessel, and tempered their flesh to a degree that could look down on emissaries! His growth experience was so similar to his own, as if carved from the same mold, meaning that if he could replicate the experience of that "Hanma" in the firmament, he too would have a chance to become just as strong.

"Fight the Abundance Folk? …Too bad there are none on Earth." Yujiro said in a low voice, "…I need to figure out how to lure the Abundance Folk from the universe over here."

Déchuān: "???"

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"7:00 AM."

""Beep—beep—""

"The alarm clock's sound simultaneously shattered the silence of the two bedrooms."

"Feixiao rubbed his sleepy eyes, swung his legs up from the bed, and in the blink of an eye quickly tidied the bedding."

"Meanwhile, Jingyuan pressed the alarm off with one hand, buried his face deeper into the pillow, pulled the blanket… and silently turned over in bed."

"7:30 AM."

"The dawn light, faint, filtered through the carved window lattice and clean glass, as if pouring separately onto two utterly different worlds."

"Jingyuan yawned, lazily strolled to the small courtyard, picking up an antiquated watering can, he slowly watered the few potted flowers in the yard. Droplets rolled on the leaves; an orange little bird fluffed down onto his shoulder, Jingyuan smiled knowingly, teasing the bird on his shoulder while enjoying a leisurely life akin to a retired old man."

"Meanwhile, Feixiao had already changed into a sports vest and shorts, running on the treadmill. Suddenly a message popped up from his watch, indicating a meeting at 10:00."

"8:30 AM."

"He pushed open the gate; warm air rose in wisps. Jingyuan leisurely came to a small sandalwood table piled high, where various assorted dim sum dazzled the eyes."

"Crystal-clear shrimp dumplings, tender rice noodles drizzled with soy sauce, golden fried rolls wrapped around crispy youtiao, plus a basket of freshly steamed crab‑roe shumai topped with a quivering orange‑red speck."

"Meanwhile, Feixiao held a plate piled with vegetable salad, at its center six perfectly fried sunny‑side‑up eggs. Compared to Jingyuan's breakfast, Feixiao's appeared far healthier and plainer, with no extra frills—only after heartily eating did he drink a cup of black coffee, then instantly change his clothes."

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Miss Huīyè wants me to confess.

"What, what a healthy diet and routine! Wake up on time, exercise an hour from 7:30 to 8:30, breakfast is an egg sandwich with vegetable salad—too disciplined!"

Túyuán Qiānhuā looked at General Feixiao with an envious face; to her, someone who could ignore all those exquisite treats at Luofu, still get up at seven without hitting snooze, and then eat so healthily every morning would succeed at anything.

"Compared to General Feixiao's diet, she still longs more for living each day like Jingyuan does… in terms of food."

"Mm, turns out the generals eat these things every morning too…"

Báiyín Yùxíng watched Feixiao tilt his head back and gulp coffee, and inexplicably felt a hint of affinity. Thinking that the general who commands the entire Yaoqing Divine Vessel, holding the rank of Hunt‑Emissary, eats no different from an ordinary student like himself, he felt General Feixiao was especially approachable.

"The general eats a sandwich with coffee in the morning; the student council president's breakfast is also a sandwich with coffee—roughly speaking, has his dietary standard already reached the general's level?"

"Although General Jingyuan eats a bit more lavishly, his daily life is still quite ordinary—keeping cats, watering flowers… isn't that just like a retired old man?"

"Speaking of which, the generals' daily lives are actually rather ordinary…"

"Oh? What does the president think the generals' daily lives are like?" Sìgóng Huīyè gave the president a faint smile.

"I thought they'd be busier, after all managing such a huge Divine Vessel… at least busier than me, the student council president?" Baiyin scratched his head, "But looking at it now, if we set aside their military rank, they seem hardly different from ordinary civil servants."

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"The attendant skillfully packed up Jingyuan's unfinished snacks into a food box for him to take away. The harbor's star‑raft had long been ready, just waiting for him to depart for the Bureau of Celestial Vessels."

"Meanwhile, Feixiao stepped out wrapped in a bathrobe, damp white hair clinging to her neck. She picked up a hair dryer, leisurely blowing her ears; once everything was ready, she instantly donned her clothes and prepared to set out."

"9:58 AM."

"The second hand ticked over the last mark on the dial, the numbers jumping."

"Only two minutes remained before the meeting began."

"For ordinary people, this is a nail‑biting moment of a skipped heartbeat and a light sweat; but for Feixiao, it's merely another comfortably ample 120 seconds."

""Whoosh—""

"A cyan light streaked past the edge of the corridor bridge's railing, the wind pressure it kicked up causing the hanging lanterns to sway backward in unison. Two cloud‑cavalry patrolmen on the street only felt a swift gust ruffle their sideburns; startled, they turned their heads, but saw only a point of cyan light about to dissipate at the far end of their vision."