In fierce close combat with Xuan Qing, the mecha warrior, whose combat strength matched that of a Nascent Soul middle-stage cultivator thanks to his mecha, suddenly realized something was wrong. He glanced to the side, his pupils shrinking, hands trembling, his operations faltering, and Xuan Qing seized the opportunity to slam him to the ground. At that moment, all thought of resistance fled him—he even wondered if he were dreaming.
Because of that man!
He simply stood there, motionless.
A giant, half-transparent hand reached out of the indescribable void behind him and, as if swatting flies, slapped all eight spaceships down from the sky with a single blow!
The ships, falling from tens of thousands of miles up, began to break apart as they neared the ground. Upon crashing, thick smoke billowed and flames soared into the sky amid deafening explosions. People aboard the ships transformed into beast forms and scattered, fleeing for their lives.
The mecha warrior took it all in, closed his eyes, and decisively gave up on resisting.
Xuan Qing pressed his former rival firmly to the ground with his front paws, then smacked the mecha again and again with his large tail, leaving several cracks across its surface. Only then did he let out a dismissive grunt. "Boring." Looking over at the mecha warriors he'd dismantled and the frantically fleeing crewmembers, he smirked with cold disdain.
Qin Jingzhou glanced upward. "There are still more of those little bugs." He had the half-transparent hand he'd temporarily created reach into the asteroid belt, randomly scooping up four spirit vessels that had been hiding there. With a slight squeeze, he compressed them into a single lump.
The massive hand brought back all four spirit vessels at once and, with total indifference, tossed them to the ground. Spirit vessels, built to fight the Zerg, were much sturdier than civilian ships, so after dropping, the noise wasn’t nearly as loud.
Yet even with their energy cannons, the spirit vessels weren’t given a chance to fight back. They were tossed to the ground by an incomprehensible force. The mecha warriors pinned under Xuan Qing’s paws couldn’t escape, and after witnessing such a scene, even the spaceship crew, minds shattered, came trembling back and obediently sat in front of Qin Jingzhou and his son.
The interstellar human race had fused their genes with those of sacred beasts and magic beasts. Their beast forms were mainly large birds of prey, felines, canines, and bears. Now, a row of fluffy figures sat in silence, not daring to breathe. To Qin Jingzhou, a bit of a furry enthusiast himself, this was not unpleasant.
He reached out to ruffle his son's big furry head, then—indulging his son's whim—casually used that semi-transparent hand to dismantle the four spirit vessels and arranged them into a "Stargazing" display.
There he was, building blocks out of battleships for his son in front of an audience of fluffballs—knowing full well that the brat just wanted to show off his dad. Meanwhile, an aide, sent by his son’s superior to investigate, arrived on a spirit vessel and, upon witnessing the four “Stargazing” ships, immediately contacted his superior using encrypted means.
As one of the Mainlanders' marshals, holding significant military power and boasting a stellar war record, the marshal had a packed schedule. At that moment, he was attending an Imperial Cabinet meeting. When his confidant’s encrypted emergency call came in, he really did not want to take it, but then he remembered how much he admired Xuan Qing, his subordinate. Leaving the meeting room, he answered the call and saw those battleships, bow facing upward as if sprouting from the ground. His first thought was: there’s no point attending the meeting anymore!
After listening to his aide’s concise report, he wasted no time. He left the Imperial Palace, headed for the starport, boarded his flagship, and immediately set course for Xuan Qing’s domain.
The flagship traveled at full speed, sparing no expense, jumping through star gates and wormholes nonstop, but from the imperial capital star to the borderlands where Xuan Qing resided, the journey still took a full two days. When the marshal arrived, Qin Jingzhou had just kicked the players offline.
The furry group, fully resigned, had already set up a makeshift camp outside Xuan Qing’s estate and were industriously pitching in. Some of the braver ones—like the mecha warrior who’d surrendered first—ventured forward, hoping to soothe Xuan Qing’s anger with more voluntary beatings, if need be.
So when the marshal stepped off his flagship, he found himself on a lively construction site. He personally surveyed the four upturned spirit vessels, inhaled deeply, and had his adjutant politely knock at the door.
It was said there were once transcendent cultivators in this world, not just one but many, but after their legacy was lost, the interstellar human race had no choice but to pursue the path of "artificial half-demons." So, watching Qin Jingzhou display powers far beyond a State-Guardian Expert, the fluffballs now revered him as a living god.
The marshal’s confidant, who had arrived ahead of him, even sneakily grumbled at Xuan Qing: Why didn’t you say you were a cultivator’s child?
It was obvious: the marshal was shrewd, principled, and cared about the common good. He himself may not have been able to reach Divine Transformation Stage battle power with a legendary mecha—but his father could...
Qin Jingzhou, the marshal, and the marshal’s father all had a pleasant conversation.
The marshal’s father promised to bring the true decision-makers to visit in person. Qin Jingzhou decided to reciprocate: as a superior, the marshal had truly done his duty. Without him, Qin Jingzhou might not have even arrived in time to collect Xiao Qing’s remains.
So the marshal took on his beast form as well, enjoying a formation that slightly enhanced his physique and healed his internal injuries.
Once the formation was over and his chronic ailments erased, not only was he reborn, but he also advanced a minor realm. He instantly understood why the royal family so strongly yearned for that legendary era of cultivators from ten thousand years ago!
Having benefited directly, the marshal became even more proactive in promoting the “cultivation knowledge exchange.”
Soon after, Qin Jingzhou brought a cadre of real power brokers from the various interstellar forces to clear out a mid-level Zerg Nest together. The negotiations went extremely smoothly.
He offered them a set of foundational and advanced cultivation techniques that he’d written himself, alongside that formation—the formation’s main effect was to heal injuries, improve the body, and simultaneously extract the core Spirit Vein from a Zerg Nest. In exchange, he got everything he wanted: twenty life planets with sufficiently high concentrations of spiritual energy, plus nearby mineral-rich rocky planets. He provided the blueprints, but main construction would be handled by the interstellar powers themselves. That’s right, he was about to launch into his mega farming and mining routine again.
The reason was simple: the other world was still in the early phase of Spiritual Energy Revival, and cultivation resources were in short supply. He couldn’t have the students he brought over fighting each other over materials.
After the leaders took their leave, Xuan Qing rested his giant head on his father’s leg. “Now that we have a new construction base, no matter how many players show up, it’ll fit them all.”
Qin Jingzhou looked out the window. The ex-fluffballs-turned-laborers were diligently tilling the Spirit Fields as he required. “By the way, where’s that old enemy of yours who could fly a spirit vessel to hunt you down?”
Xuan Qing said, “His clan head shattered his beast core with a single blow. He’ll be an ordinary person for the rest of his life. Compared to dying quickly, I think suffering alive is more satisfying.”
His son’s tone was perfectly calm as he said this. Qin Jingzhou ruffled his hair. “Want to come with Dad to the other side and have a look?”
Xuan Qing leaped up. “Can I?”
Qin Jingzhou tapped his son’s forehead. “Once you advance to Nascent Soul, I’ll take you.” With that worry gone, his son’s advancement was almost effortless, especially with a father to watch over him.
After breaking through, Xuan Qing shook his fur, and his body shrank dramatically. From a ten-meter-long giant wolf—who, upon reaching Nascent Soul, had grown even larger—he transformed into a wolf cub about as long as Qin Jingzhou’s forearm (not counting the tail).
Qin Jingzhou scooped up his tiny, adorable son and tucked him into the front of his coat. He opened a portal between worlds and stepped right through.
The father and son suddenly appeared, and especially with Qin Jingzhou’s chin resting atop a big-eyed ball of fluff, Ling Jing clutched her chest, exclaiming, “Oh my god!” Overwhelmed by the cuteness!
Xuan Qing had always liked his dad’s girlfriend, so he behaved and let Ling Jing hug and squish his head and paws as much as she wanted.
Once Ling Jing was satisfied, Xuan Qing shifted into human form. Noticing something unusual, he didn’t forget to “verify” it with his dad. “Such a concentration of spiritual energy, and there’s already someone at Foundation Establishment Stage!”
Advancing to Foundation Establishment before the players, and with such a solid foundation—it had to be this world’s Fate’s Son, Su Huaizhen.
Ling Jing, ever opportunistic, chimed in, “For the past few days, Su Huaizhen’s sent messages to Wanwan every day, then disappeared again. Has he broken through and is now feeling so confident he’s back in the spotlight?”
Qin Jingzhou laughed. “Su Huaizhen’s already heard about the player program. I suspect he came in person to test the waters. Xiao Qing, take your younger siblings outside and teach Su Huaizhen a lesson in manners.”
Xuan Qing nodded quickly. “I’ll pick up groceries too. Dad, is there anything you want to eat?” He turned to Ling Jing. “How about you?”
Ling Jing clapped her hands. “Perfect. I’ll write it down.”
Xuan Qing, phone in hand with a list tucked away, headed downstairs and called out to Xiao Jin and Xiao Wan, who were working on assignments in the kitchen. The siblings not only needed to cultivate, but also had to cram academic lessons. The three of them left together.
Xiao Jin and Xiao Wan were not at all surprised to see their not-blood-related big brother.
Wanwan even asked as they walked, “Things resolve on that side?” Since time moved three times as fast in the other world, twenty-four hours here meant three days had passed over there.
Xuan Qing answered with a hum, then his eyes landed on Su Huaizhen, who was deliberately trying to hide himself. “Think you’re invincible just because you’ve hit Foundation Establishment? Pretty cocky.” He himself was once the Fate’s Son. Even ignoring the difference in cultivation, he didn’t fear Su Huaizhen at all.
Upon hearing this, Su Huaizhen slowly revealed himself, face turning serious. “You… came over from the other world?”
Xuan Qing grinned. “Well informed, aren’t you?”
Su Huaizhen suddenly sighed. “Even if we only pick a hundred lucky people, it won’t stay a secret forever…” He shook his head, meeting Xuan Qing’s eyes. “I’m the most gifted in this world. If you don’t pick me, you’ll regret it.”
Now that was shameless! He almost completed his speech by adding “Don’t look down on the young!”
Wanwan, unable to take it, cut in before her big brother, scolding, “You’re just trying to be a son-in-law and rely on your father-in-law!”
So blunt. Su Huaizhen choked on his words. “And the three of you rely on your dad. Are you so much nobler?”