In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

#419 - Advance

The small meeting concluded with a small-scale ‘family banquet.’

The centenarian Zhou Zhengde, having shaken off the reporters and hangers-on, cheerfully joined in, eating, drinking, and making merry with the group of ‘young people.’

While Wang Jixuan maintained a calm expression, reminiscing and chatting with everyone, and guiding Red Serpent Wu Man and the others in their cultivation,

he was constantly pondering the group of experts that Wu Man and Mudan had reported.

Seven or eight individuals, capable of overwhelming a dozen or so others;

had it not been for Wu Man's timely use of his beast language ability to direct a tide of blade beasts to besiege those seven or eight, they would have suffered heavy casualties.

Cultivators at the Integration Realm?

Where did they come from?

Warriors sent by an advanced civilization?

If so, why would this advanced civilization be searching for this remnant soul?

Wang Jixuan knew for certain that he couldn't possibly have any other reincarnation.

In other words, the source of spiritual energy in this world might not be limited to him alone.

Wang Jixuan looked ahead, seeing only layers of mist.

Originally, that single finger had already left him bewildered, but unexpectedly, new troubles had now emerged.

They were searching for him, and he was equally eager to find them.

However, Wang Jixuan's current Dao realm wasn't particularly high; if those seven or eight weren't concealing their strength, they wouldn't be too difficult to deal with, but if they were hiding their power, he would indeed be in trouble.

‘Hmm, I also need to consider whether they might summon even stronger enemies.’

Having personally witnessed the Immortal's finger, Wang Jixuan didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent when facing these unknown enemies.

They drank and chatted, staying up all night.

Wu Man and the others had rushed back covered in dust, and now they had to leave covered in dust once more.

There was no choice; the front lines of the battlefield couldn't do without them.

Ling Tong was a commander-type general; the Earth Fleet's command system was now quite complete, and the reserve of marshal-level talents was also quite abundant, allowing her to end her work at any time.

However, the high-end combat power still rested with Wu Man and the dozen or so Earth spiritual cultivators who had mastered the core circuits.

Before their departure, Wang Jixuan specifically instructed them that if they discovered any traces of those mysterious experts, they should immediately send a message.

Wu Man and the others naturally knew that this matter was of great importance, and they solemnly nodded in agreement.

"Teacher," Wu Man said softly, "you have already made many contributions to human society; leave the rest to us. You should rest well in the rear."

Wang Jixuan patted the young man's shoulder.

He's grown up; I can't pat his head anymore.

"I'm just acting chivalrously, satisfying the vanity in my heart; I'm not making contributions for anyone," he said.

The Daoist priest gently reminded:

"It's you and Old Zheng who have merged with the core circuits, and your lifespans will be long from now on.

If you can't always be guardians of the human world, don't change your nature to exploit and oppress it.

As the years stretch on, the two of you must not lose your conscience."

Old Zheng chuckled, scratching his head, unsure of what to say.

Wu Man bowed his head and cupped his fist in salute: "This disciple will remember."

"Oh," the Daoist priest said with a smile, "you even know how to do that now?"

"I learned it from the movies, hehe."

"Go, go," Wang Jixuan waved his hand. Wu Man, Zheng Shiduo, and Red Serpent turned and left. Outside, there were already rapid transit flyers waiting to take them to the space transfer station.

The Daoist priest looked at Mudan: "Queen, don't you have to be busy on the front lines?"

"I am on the front lines," Mudan blinked. "I can have many clones now. It's just that a spiritual body, plus a body modified with super-realistic skin and simulated human organs, is staying here with you. It's no different from me being on the front lines, except that the data only updates every three hours."

Wang Jixuan stroked his chin, sizing up Mudan.

Mudan raised her head and puffed out her chest, the hem of her tube top miniskirt swaying gently.

The Daoist priest stared intently.

Good heavens, a pile of mechanical organs encased in an alloy frame.

This… alright then.

"Show some respect to Amina in the future, and be less venomous," Wang Jixuan said, stretching lazily as he walked back to the master bedroom. "Call Xia Huating when she gets back; I have something for her to do."

Mudan blinked, looking at Amina, who was reading in the corner.

The latter didn't seem to have heard the remark.

As for Zhou Zhengde;

this guy had been nourished by Wang Jixuan's spiritual energy for a while and had now gone to the second bedroom to sleep soundly.

This centenarian could live a few more years.

‘Strange relationship.’

Mudan made this comment and hummed a little tune as she walked to her own room.

The commander's return filled her with a strange excitement.

This excitement couldn't be quantified with data; just the thought of being able to continue staying by the commander's side gave her spiritual body a bit more peace of mind.

At the same time, in the airspace separated from Earth by two point-to-point interstellar gate teleports.

A shuttle-shaped warship, hundreds of meters long, reflected the starry sea with its streamlined hull as it sped toward the planet where the fixed interstellar gate was located.

Inside the warship, Gao Huating, still wearing her performance outfit, stood at the porthole, her eyes filled with anxiety, anticipation, and uncontainable excitement.

She looked no different from how she did eighty years ago.

Her face was still youthful and high-spirited, as if time had left no trace on her.

In her flat abdomen, a golden core, already jade-like in texture, slowly rotated, absorbing the spiritual energy filling the warship at all times.

Her performance outfit was slightly exaggerated, like two morning glory flowers pieced together at the stems.

Only someone with Xia Huating's slender and graceful figure could bring out the ethereal quality of this outfit.

A knock came from the side.

"Come in," Gao Huating called out.

An autonomous machine entered with a tray, followed by two middle-aged women dressed as secretaries.

They were Xia Huating's managers and also diplomatic personnel from the Earth government, with rather high ranks.

Xia Huating was now their diplomatic weapon.

"Haven't you rested yet?"

"It's still about four or five hours until we return to Earth."

"We know you're anxious, but we're sorry, we can only let you finish this performance. The people of Mo Tun Star are really looking forward to this concert."

Gao Huating nodded gently: "It's okay, it's good to know he's there, and there's no need to rush at this moment."

"Come and have something to eat."

"Okay."

Gao Huating turned and walked to the bathroom.

Before long, she took off her battle robe, wiped off her heavy makeup, and changed into a well-fitting, tailored long dress, and her entire demeanor became gentle and graceful.

She chatted with her managers in a disjointed manner, eating the not-so-delicious space meal in small bites.

When the manager took out the recently released news about the Black Storm, Gao Huating became interested and took the communicator to carefully look at the interwoven projections.

[The Black Storm will not appear on the front lines of the battlefield.]

Opening this headline, Gao Huating breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It's good if he doesn't come to the battlefield.

The manager asked with a smile: "Are you very familiar with the great Black Storm?"

"He is my teacher and my spiritual mentor," Gao Huating responded softly, with some unconcealed loss in her eyes. "I have never been able to help him with anything, but I have always been helped by him. If possible, I would be willing to dedicate everything to him."

The manager's eyes lit up with gossip.

"The news says that Iron God has already rushed back to reunite."

"Yes," Gao Huating said with a smile, "Commander-in-Chief Ling Tong is his lover, so it's only right that she rushed back first, and Commander-in-Chief Ling Tong has dedicated her youth to humanity and must cherish the time."

The manager continued to mutter: "Don't you have any bad feelings?"

Gao Huating looked up at the person beside her.

The manager quickly shut up, winking at Gao Huating.

"If there are emotions, it might just be envy."

Gao Huating said calmly, then continued to lower her head and eat the elegant meal in small bites.

A few minutes later, she added somewhat dejectedly: "I can only cause him trouble."

"How could that be! You… what is that!"

The manager stood up with a start, staring at the porthole on the side.

Gao Huating looked over in confusion.

Outside the porthole, a woman wearing a cloak and tight-fitting leather armor was flying forward with her arms crossed.

In the near-absolute zero space environment, she was calm and breathing steadily, and the action of crossing her arms seemed to express her arrogance and disdain.

"There's one here too!"

Another manager shouted, pointing to the porthole on the other side.

Gao Huating looked around and found a total of four figures outside the spaceship, wearing the same style of leather armor and cloak, each with a cold expression.

One of them suddenly looked over.

Ping!

The special pressure-resistant glass of the porthole shattered instantly!

…

Wang Jixuan didn't actually need to sleep anymore.

But to accompany Ling Tong, he had also taken a nap, and then felt comfortable all over, and the aura of his whole body was three points more active.

This was the benefit of adequate rest.

When he woke up, Ling Tong had already returned from foraging, changed into a soft long dress, and the hovering ball floating beside her projected a thick stack of documents.

"Didn't you say it was a vacation?" Daoist Wang said dissatisfied.

Ling Tong smiled charmingly, sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and began to pick up the projected documents for review.

She sighed and replied: "Working a few hours every day to deal with matters that I must look at is the form of my vacation… the transfer of power will always take some time."

"Alright," Wang Jixuan stretched and got up, walked to Ling Tong, and leaned directly into her arms.

Soft and wonderful, indescribable.

Ling Tong didn't mind Wang Jixuan seeing these confidential documents.

After all, the so-called confidentiality level was far less than Wang Jixuan's whereabouts.

Daoist Wang asked, "Do you know anything about a group of mysterious experts who seem to be looking for me?"

"Yes," Ling Tong nodded gently, "I figured that Mudan and the others would definitely report it to you, so I didn't want to disturb the atmosphere between us with such matters."

Wang Jixuan asked with a smile, "Do you have any other clues or guesses?"

"I have some."

Ling Tong put down the document and stroked Wang Jixuan's cheek with her fingers, her eyes filled with contemplation.

She asked, "Do you have any impression of Wan Linqian from the City of Psionics?"

"A little," Wang Jixuan nodded.

The Daoist thought of that strange man, Li Weiqi, who insisted on being a woman after reincarnation.

Back when Wang Jixuan was causing trouble in the City of Psionics, he happened to see Li Weiqi being tortured by Meng Jin and others. He decisively took action, saved Li Weiqi's soul, and found him a body.

To facilitate his subsequent actions, Li Weiqi specifically chose to possess a young girl's body.

In the realm of perversion, he was the runner-up, second only to Old Zheng.

Wang Jixuan asked, "What's up with him? Oh right, how's the City of Psionics doing?"

Ling Tong pondered for a moment, then decided to tell him everything.

There was nothing to hide.

"A lot happened that day, I mean the day you went berserk and annihilated all the powerful enemies on Earth."

A look of reminiscence appeared in Ling Tong's eyes:

"The Six Elders were directly vaporized by that massive nuclear bomb at the time."

"The City of Psionics suffered heavy losses. The core area was almost completely destroyed, and some of the dust that fell from the sky contained highly radioactive materials, causing millions of residents to die in a short period of time."

"Then, Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian announced that he was responsible for the incident."

Wang Jixuan blinked, remaining silent.

Millions died?

Ling Tong continued:

"Afterward, because the Blade Beasts on Earth were no longer a threat, humanity allocated a force to rescue the City of Psionics."

"A portion of the psionics, under Sabina's protection, refused to serve humanity. Sabina was very dissatisfied with us bombing the Six Elders to death."

"Originally, according to Sabina's plan, Fu Jian would press the nuclear detonation button, and the Six Elders would instantly be teleported to her subspace, but she was not in the Sphere of Serenity that day, so she couldn't rescue them in time."

"After the victory on Mars, we seized the Interstellar Gate, and with the intervention of Amina and Nierda Tamon, we fixed the Interstellar Gate in place."

"Sabina suddenly left with a large number of psionics."

"Nierda Tamon expressed some helplessness about this and sincerely apologized to his allies, which is us, and then worked even harder to kill Blade Beasts."

"Wan Linqian left with Sabina at that time. Wan Linqian had already become Sabina's latest high-level spirit slave, an SS-level psionic."

"Later, about ten Earth years passed, and we saw Wan Linqian again… in the Allied Forces camp."

"She suddenly found us and gave us a piece of paper… Only a few human commanders know about this matter."

Ling Tong tapped her finger a few times in the air, and a three-dimensional projection showed a wrinkled piece of white paper with three lines written in pinyin, roughly meaning:

【A group of mysterious experts are inquiring about the whereabouts of the Black Storm.】

【They have already found Sabina. We don't know what happened specifically, but Sabina has started to experience intermittent memory loss.】

【Please spread some false information.】

"Intermittent memory loss?"

The first thing that came to Wang Jixuan's mind was two words.

Soul Searching.

Were they searching her soul?

The soul strength of spirit cultivators is indeed not strong, but they are not ordinary people either. For the other party to dare to directly search her soul without fear of backlash, their own soul strength must be far above Sabina's.

Ling Tong continued, "Based on the principle of 'better safe than sorry,' we spread a lot of false information, such as the Black Storm traveling far away to seek the secret of ascending to the Upper Realm."

Wang Jixuan nodded and leaned back in Ling Tong's arms, thinking for a while.

"What's Wan Linqian's latest situation?"

"Very… very good."

"Very good?"

"Yes," Ling Tong muttered, "Sabina and six spirit cultivators have formed a Seven Gods Church, commanding seven or eight low-level civilizations. The Seven Gods Church has positions such as Pope and Saintess, and Wan Linqian is the Saintess, holding a high position and great power."

Daoist Wang: …

A holy Saintess with the soul of a man?

The Daoist could only give a single '6'.

"This guy is actually quite interesting… There's a red light flashing in the corner."

"This is for general emergency matters," Ling Tong casually clicked it open and briefly explained, "Don't worry, if it's a particularly important matter, the whole screen will flash, uh."

She frowned tightly.

Wang Jixuan also sat up straight.

【Xiao Huating's ship has been hijacked!】