Chapter 139: with translation of chapter title

Ye Xi'an, for some reason, felt a bit offended: "What, do you miss the me who tricked you thoroughly?"

She stared at Bao Jing's face; if he really dared to say it, she would never speak to him again.

Bao Jing was taken aback, grasped Ye Xi'an's point, realizing she assumed his "first time coming here" meant the time she had deceived him, whereas for him, their first arrival here was when they obtained the Yuangu Shoushi.

He thought that was the real Ye Xi'an; as for why she had been like that before… it was hard to put into words—perhaps she was too young and happened to be in a rebellious phase.

"I'm not referring to that; I'm talking about the time we took the Yuangu Shoushi mission," Bao Jing said, his chin slightly lifted, old memories flashing through his mind: "At that time you really knew nothing."

He didn't know the Mission Center, didn't know what taking a mission was for, not even how Contribution Points were earned; he even suspected Ye Xi'an might be possessed by a ghost, for otherwise how could someone be so grown yet lack any common sense.

"At that time you just stood beside me, watching me claim missions; every time you wanted to do something you asked me whether it was okay, because you knew nothing and were especially fearful of others."

Bao Jing's tone suddenly turned somewhat wistful: "But now you no longer need to ask others' opinions; you can select high‑value missions yourself and even push their value to the maximum."

Bao Jing lowered his gaze at Ye Xi'an: "I smile simply because the contrast between you then and you now is striking; it feels a little cute."

Ye Xi'an turned a deep red from Bao Jing's blunt remark—what cute? He is the cute one.

"Fine, I won't argue with you."

After claiming the mission, Ye Xi'an took the key and located the corresponding spatial gate.

Once everyone in her clan had entered, a group of ferocious, single males stepped out from a corner.

The leader of the group was entirely clad in black garments, his face the only part exposed, painted with an exaggeratedly horrific makeup—it was unmistakably the male who had tried to kiss Ye Xi'an when she was selling fruit.

The male wore a blank expression, yet somehow one could discern the cruelty and malice concealed in his eyes.

He watched Ye Xi'an's departing silhouette, offered a meaningfully deep smile, and then also took the Zhimeng Xing mission.

Zhimeng Xing is also a planet blanketed by vegetation, its surface almost invisible; unlike Sai Fulola, this world boasts richer colors and a dreamlike aesthetic, like a scene from an anime.

Ye Xi'an, somewhat entranced, surrounded a wind‑bell grass; its petals were semi‑transparent, and as the flower swayed, it released star‑like glints into the air, just like a plant from a game model.

"What are those twinkling things?" Ye Xi'an reached out and brushed the wind‑bell grass flower, hoping to see what substance was so beautiful, but she grasped nothing—it was ungraspable.

Yi Yang and his companions didn't know much, given how few planets they'd visited, but Zhu Shen Xing provides an illustrated compendium on these organisms, detailing each species' characteristics, appearance, and habits.

"This is spirit-dream flower pollen."

A detached, indifferent voice sounded—it was Lin Zhi Jing.

Today Lin Zhi Jing wore an elaborate white European‑style formal suit, the left shoulder embellished with large gems; already ostentatious, they also wore a diamond earring, from which a long silver chain hung, threading through their hair and draping over their chest.

Overly flamboyant—at first glance, Lin Zhi Jing and Ye Xi'an's party didn't appear to be on the same tier.

This caused Ye Xi'an to be hesitant to look at them today, always feeling as if she were speaking to a wealthy young master.

Lin Zhi Jing, hand in pocket, continued: "Spirit-dream flower pollen is minute yet hard; its surface resembles meticulously cut diamonds, causing it to sparkle in the light—actually it's merely refracting sunlight."

"Wow, you're amazing, you know so much!" Ye Xi'an said, feeling enlightened, clapped enthusiastically, not expecting that even if she randomly plucked a plant, Lin Zhi Jing would know its name.

"You can't possibly know the name of every plant on every planet, can you?"

Lin Zhi Jing beamed and said solemnly, "No, I just looked it up on the Light Brain."

Ye Xi'an:.......

Bao Jing and Ji Jiangci, also listening intently:....... They hadn't expected the cause to be so simple, blaming their unfamiliarity with the Light Brain.

Lin Zhi Jing opened the Light Brain and walked Ye Xi'an through the search program.

"Zhu Shen Xing's All‑Things Compendium has had a digital edition for a long time; didn't you know?"

Bao Jing, Ji Jiangci:....... feeling slighted.

They had only just acquired the Light Brain, so how could they know the compendium also had a digital edition.

Ye Xi'an learned the operation, instantly identified everything within sight, not only providing the names of the organisms but also detailing their origins extensively.

Ye Xi'an trekked for a while without spotting any hazardous areas; only occasionally she stepped onto swamps hidden beneath thick grass, easily missed.

"Where is there a three‑star difficulty? Could Zhu Shen Xing's difficulty assessment be malfunctioning?"

Yi Yang stood tall, constantly watching the surroundings, waiting for danger to emerge so he could play the heroic rescuer and show off before his wife, yet after walking for a while he didn't even spot a single blood‑sucking mosquito.

Ji Jiangci pressed his lips together, staying alert: "Impossible; Zhu Shen Xing evaluates each planet's difficulty based on mission success rates and Beastmen death rates."

"Since it has three stars, at the very least it shows that Beastmen have perished here."

As soon as Ji Jiangci finished speaking, the sound of weapons slicing through the air echoed.

In the nearby grass, countless red bullets streamed toward Ye Xi'an and the others, forming a net that left no room to evade.

Even if the Beastmen are extremely fast and agile, they still cannot outrun the bullets.

Fortunately, Lin Zhi Jing's ability level was higher; the instant they sensed the anomaly, a half‑U‑shaped metal shield surged from the ground, shielding Ye Xi'an tightly and also safeguarding Bao Jing and the others.

"Good thing you have a conscience," Bao Jing said, grabbing Ye Xi'an's wrist; his heart nearly jumped out of his chest—not because he feared being hit, but because he feared Ye Xi'an being struck by those damned bullets.

Hearing the crackling, rain‑like noise on the metal shield, one could gauge how many bullets there were.

When the sound finally ceased, Bao Jing unfurled his wings and, in the blink of an eye, swooped toward the grass ahead, eager to see what dared to plot against him here.