louisehourcade Chapter 462 The First Interstellar Transaction!
Chapter 462 The First Interstellar Transaction!
"I am a maintainer, with the heart of a master craftsman, and my physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people." He looked into Nie Qingcheng's eyes, "But you are an ordinary person. Last time in Shennongjia, your body was severely overtaxed."
Nie Qingcheng's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.
She knew that what Zhang Yan said was true.
I also know that this is his truest thought.
"I……"
"Qingcheng," Zhang Yan reached out and covered her hand holding the metal tube, "we still have many places we haven't been to, and the Hokkaido trip can no longer be refunded."
Nie Qingcheng's eyes welled up slightly.
She looked down at their clasped hands and nodded.
"it is good."
She opened the top cap of the metal tube, and a refreshing fragrance wafted out.
The liquid inside is a pure blue, like the most translucent sapphire, radiating a soft light.
Without the slightest hesitation, she tilted her head back and drank the entire vial of liquid in one gulp.
The liquid melts upon entering the mouth, transforming into a warm current that instantly spreads throughout the body.
Zhang Yan saw that Nie Qingcheng's skin was covered with a faint golden halo, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed to become more vivid.
She closed her eyes and quietly felt the changes in her body.
Every cell is cheering and reborn.
The feeling was like a plant on the verge of withering being infused with the fountain of life, from its roots to its veins, every part of it bursting with new vitality.
A few minutes later, the halo dissipated.
Nie Qingcheng opened her eyes.
Zhang Yan looked at her and found that her eyes seemed clearer and brighter than before, her skin was more delicate and smooth, and she exuded an indescribable ethereal and perfect aura.
It was as if time had pressed the pause button on her, and then rewound.
"How are you feeling?" Zhang Yan asked.
"It couldn't be better." Nie Qingcheng stretched out her hand, looking at her smooth, jade-like fingers, "I feel like I could punch through a floorboard."
She walked up to Zhang Yan, cupped his face in her hands, and examined him closely.
"It's a pity there's only one tube," she said regretfully. "Next time, I'll definitely get you a different one."
"There will be opportunities," Zhang Yan said with a smile.
"That's right." Nie Qinghan's eyes sharpened again. "This is simply a cosmic-level luxury goods trade. We have mechs and the Heart of Heavenly Craftsmanship, so we can continuously exchange for these things."
She could almost see an interstellar trade route strewn with gold.
"We need to develop a detailed transaction list and risk assessment." Nie Qingcheng immediately got to work. "We can't just keep selling mechanical dogs; we need to do something else."
Just then.
Zhang Yan's phone screen lit up; a new message had popped up on the public channel of the observation protocol.
He picked it up and looked at it; his pupils contracted slightly.
It was that anonymous buyer.
He posted a comment on the transaction on the public channel.
[Anonymous user: I just completed a transaction with the seller of H-001-Ω, and it went very smoothly. The thing he sold, called "Mechanical Dog," is exquisitely crafted.]
Below is a holographic projection of the mechanical dog.
There's nothing wrong with that in itself.
The problem was his second sentence.
[Anonymous user: I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the underlying energy circuitry and structure of this thing seem somewhat similar to the legendary, long-lost "Mohist Mechanical Arts." Could this seller be a descendant of the Mohist school?]
The public channels were completely silent.
But Zhang Yan could sense that beneath that silence, countless eyes, across the endless sea of stars, were focused on the newly lit coordinates of Earth.
That public comment was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
After a brief silence on the public channel, Zhang Yan's private message inbox exploded instantly.
"Ding ding ding ding—"
The notification sounds came one after another, and the number of unread messages in the upper left corner of the screen skyrocketed at a visible speed.
[DM me: Location R-901-γ, I'll pay three times the price to sell me a mechanical dog!]
[Private message: Coordinates X-224-δ, kid, hand over all the blueprints, or we'll be granting you 'friendly access' to your coordinates.]
[Private message: From the 'Soul Slayer' Alliance. We are the mortal enemies of the Mohist school. State your location, and we'll crush you and your planet along with you when we get there!]
[Private message: We are the "Ancient Search Association." Do you truly possess knowledge of the Mohist mechanical arts? We are willing to pay any price for relevant information!]
……
Thousands of private messages, with all sorts of content.
There are greedy merchants, blatant threats, vengeful madmen, and curious scholars.
"They're asking for it."
Nie Qingcheng's face turned cold as she looked at the threatening private messages, and the ruthless aura of someone who had long held a high position involuntarily emanated from her.
Zhang Yan remained calm.
He closed the private messaging interface and opened the public channel.
The anonymous buyer seemed surprised that his words had caused such a stir, and posted another message.
[Anonymous User: Everyone, calm down. This is just speculation. The Mohist school has been extinct for 30,000 years. How could there possibly be any descendants?]
This explanation seems weak and unconvincing.
Faced with the immense temptation of "Mohist mechanical arts," reason proved utterly ineffective.
"What should we do?" Nie Qingcheng asked. "Should we temporarily shut down the observation protocol?"
"It's no use." Zhang Yan shook his head. "The coordinates have already been exposed. Playing dead now will only make them think we're easy to bully."
He watched the growing discussion on the public channel and tapped the screen lightly with his finger.
"If you want them to shut up, you have to show them something that scares them."
Zhang Yan pulled up a file.
That was a video of him piloting the "Chaos" mech and fighting the Giant of Light on the far side of the moon.
He didn't choose the entire video, but only extracted the shortest and most shocking second of it.
In the picture.
On the far side of the moon, atop a desolate crater.
The 30-meter-tall black mecha "Chaos" floated silently, its longsword, made of folded spatial energy, gently slashing at a huge meteorite crater below.
There was no sound, no explosion.
Only an invisible crack flashed by.
In the next instant, the crater, which was more than three kilometers in diameter, along with the surrounding mountains, was neatly sliced apart, the smooth cut resembling a mirror.
Zhang Yan posted this one-second holographic video directly to the public channel.
Then, a short text was added.
【H-001-Ω: The door is locked. Come and knock if you dare.】
The moment the images and words appear.
The once noisy public channel seemed to have been muted.
All discussion and speaking came to an abrupt end.
Those who clamored for a "friendly visit" and those who threatened to "crush the earth" have all fallen silent.
Faced with the absolute power of that sword that could destroy the heavens and the earth, any words seem incredibly cheap.
Everyone understood the subtext of that sentence.
Our door is locked tight, it's as solid as a rock.
And in our hands, we hold weapons capable of easily cleaving planets in two.
Trying to steal something?
can.
First, consider whether you can withstand such a sword strike.
Zhang Yan turned off the public channel, and the barrage of private messages in the background also stopped.
The world is quiet now.
"Well done." Nie Qingcheng kissed him on the cheek. "That's how it should be. A good punch now will save you from a hundred."
Zhang Yan smiled and was about to put down his phone.
On the screen, a unique private message window popped up quietly.
The window is gold and has an encryption symbol.
The sender's ID was a string of ancient runes that Zhang Yan couldn't understand.
He clicked on it.
There is only one sentence inside.
"Young Master, we have finally found you."