Chapter 241: Give the Interstellar Federation a Martial World Shock

Under the night sky, Z City remained noisy, like an endless machine turning the efforts and sweat of its citizens into fuel, never ceasing to turn.

Fang Can was a faint glow in the darkness, his figure shining without light, walking slowly toward the villa.

Standing at the villa's entrance and looking up, one saw the girl in white already waiting on the balcony.

At this moment, Jiang Ningan gazed at Fang Can with smiling eyes, her waist-length black hair cascading down, the phoenix feather jade hairpin entwined in her temple locks.

No ornate earrings adorned her; her plain white long dress was lightly tied with a water-blue silk ribbon.

With her breathtaking beauty alone, no adornment was needed to stir hearts—merely being stared at by her bewitching eyes was enough to stir ripples in Fang Can's heart.

Smiling, Fang Can raised his hand and said, "Come on, tonight I'll take you around the nearby sights—you've never seen them, even after being in New Nation so long."

Jiang Ningan nodded lightly, about to leap down from the balcony, but then remembered her long dress and realized it was inappropriate.

'Elegance… Ningan, be elegant! This is a date—forget your speed and strength.'

Jiang Ningan whispered self-affirmations, then blushed and said, "Fang Can, wait for me—I'll be right down."

With those words, the girl lifted her dress and turned, gracefully sprinting downstairs.

Liu Qingmeng watched the lithe figure dart like the wind, her delicate face marked with a hint of annoyance.

She too wanted to join their date, but that would be too obvious—even her stupid disciple would notice.

'Ningan, you're stronger now, so Fang Can lets you have tonight.'

Liu Qingmeng's small hand slowly clenched tighter as she muttered inwardly:

'But don't get too happy—you're a hundred years too early to compete with your master for a man.'

'From now on, I'll make you dwell in the Hell of the Wronged, gazing up at Fang Can serving me filial piety for ten thousand years!'

Fang Can waited downstairs, then saw Jiang Ningan step gracefully out of the building; with a gesture, a flash of spiritual light enveloped them both, forming a transparent shield over their bodies.

'What is this?' Fang Can felt the energy surrounding him.

'A minor application of spiritual energy—it makes ordinary people unconsciously overlook our appearances, so they won't pay special attention to us two,' Jiang Ningan smiled lightly. 'Ready to show me where we're going?'

'Of course, but for the surprise, just follow me,' Fang Can said mysteriously.

But really, what else is there to do on a date with a girl? Just the usual three: shopping, movies, amusement parks.

Saying it ahead of time felt like rushing through a checklist.

Looking at the radiant girl before him, Fang Can stepped forward and gently took her cold hand. 'Our first stop isn't far from here—we'll walk slowly.'

'Holding… holding hands.'

Suppressing the butterflies in her chest, Jiang Ningan softly murmured 'Mm' and let Fang Can lead her.

The girl's heart was flustered—she hadn't expected to achieve hand-holding so easily.

To be honest, she felt like a defeated dog: before today, the most intimate moment between them had been the day they met, when she'd pressed her sword to his throat as a threat.

On Fang Can's strategy progress bar, Liu Qingmeng > Avatar > Jiang Ningan.

After all, Liu Qingmeng had been hit by Fang Can's At-Field three times, and the Avatar had been glued to him daily—during Fang Can's cultivation, she'd already successfully kissed him.

And now, after so many twists, Jiang Ningan had finally entered the race, beginning her official marathon.

Hearing the uneven breathing beside him, Fang Can feigned ignorance: 'What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?'

'N-no,' Jiang Ningan said, feeling the warmth and comfort of his hand, and tightened her grip slightly.

Above them, the girl's blue aura and the boy's pink peach luck formed a white tiger and azure dragon, guarding them both, preventing anyone from disrupting this date.

After all, only when one is close to someone does being cuckolded have meaning.

If the two had no feelings at all, Jiang Ningan would be like a roadside dog pining alone—she wouldn't even qualify to be cuckolded.

So the closer their bond, the stronger the cuckold aura becomes, amplifying the greenery of Fang Can's peach luck and boosting Jiang Ningan's cultivation speed.

Thus, both sides' auras welcomed their intimacy and secretly intensified their influence.

The closer they are, the stronger the cuckold effect!

…

On the other side, due to the threat of the martial world, Ji Donglai and the Interstellar Federation finalized their negotiations at top speed.

Ji Donglai would hand over all information about the martial world, so the Interstellar Federation could prepare when 50 million players entered the game during its upcoming public test.

In return, the Interstellar Federation would deliver most of its cutting-edge military technologies and provide technical guidance to rapidly implement them via player expertise.

After the agreement, Ji Donglai stared at the massive pile of weapon technologies before him—technologies capable of erasing planets or affecting entire star systems—and was stumped.

Each weapon required countless prerequisite technologies; even if the blueprints were shared directly, without sufficient material precision, they couldn't manufacture them.

Manufacturing weapons required equipment of extreme precision, and manufacturing such precision equipment required even lower-grade precision equipment.

With Ji Donglai's current tools, building these weapons was like a Stone Age person hand-crafting a 0.7-nanometer lithography machine.

Even with full data, they couldn't convert it into combat power in a short time.

On the other end, after signing the agreement, the Interstellar Federation personnel stared at the alien martial world data and were stunned.

If they feared aura superpowers, every martial artist from this other world had the potential to become an aura user—if their lineage involved aura.

Perhaps in raw destructive power, the Interstellar Federation could easily crush Fourth Transcendence, but martial artists and superpowers operated on mechanics—not raw stats.

Looking at the inheritance data submitted by the superpowers—various conceptual and rule-based abilities—they felt a headache coming on.

For example, the current emperor of Great Chu, Xiang Hongtu.

Rumored to be the strongest Fourth Transcendence alive, his punches moved faster than light, possessing an absolute-hit punch that could never miss.

This was like jumping on the face of physical laws.

Their curvature engines could only achieve faster-than-light travel through tricks—you just punch faster than light? What the hell!

Then there was the Yongle Encyclopedia of the Tianji Tower, which could obtain any knowledge and expose everyone's secrets.

Superpowers at least had to ask for technology.

But the moment other players arrived in the martial world, their scientific knowledge might be stolen by the Yongle Encyclopedia.

(End of Chapter)