"Ladies and gentlemen, Combat Power Tester Corporation has just invented a new special elixir for WBC Syndrome called H antibody. The H elixir, once launched, has received widespread attention from the world media. The main ingredient is composed of C antibodies from the blood of Gold-Eating Beasts. C antibodies are a type of rare genetic mutation cell that can fundamentally improve WBC Syndrome. Combat Power Tester Corporation has now applied for a patent. Let's give them a round of applause!"

As he said this, the broadcaster's voice could not hide his excitement. Of course, this technology had taken Blade Warrior quite some time to decode the genetic cure from the arrangement of genetic codes.

WBC Syndrome, the terminal illness that Lasso had acquired. The H antibody elixir was so befitting his name; it meant that the old man might actually be planning to come back from the dead. Feng Yi was understandably excited! That old ghost had abandoned him on Colonial Planet 103 to fend for himself when he was just a child, leaving him to his solitary pleasures wherever he pleased, yet despite his ragged appearance, the old man indeed had little wealth.

If it weren't for Feng Yi's natural charm, self-taught knowledge, and his ability to apply what he learned to start from scratch, developing a skill set fit for survival, he would have starved to death long ago—or, if not from starvation, he would have definitely been killed by the local mafia.

After all, he was a handsome guy who, despite a lonesome and miserable childhood, gained his knowledge through self-study and fought with a fierce heart and ruthless hands, not to mention his talent for survival. The principles he understood came from the sincere heart of a young man in this world. The more Feng Yi thought about it, the more he wanted to have a good talk about life with the old man. Maybe with the release of this elixir, the old geezer might really pop out of his coffin.

The third news report read, "In the V583 asteroid belt of the Black Devil star cluster, the whereabouts of two high-ranking generals from the Saudi Federation have not been found. It is preliminarily speculated that both might have perished together."

Feng Yi suddenly stumbled. Did the whole world really wish for his death? But he didn't mind; the more the world thought he was dead, the closer it meant he was to his successful comeback.

Interestingly, after that incident, there's been no news of Kexiao either. Feng Yi had seen him with his own eyes at the moment when he activated the light transmission, and now, he was blatantly disappearing in front of the media. Getting this information, Feng Yi instead felt no urgency to return to the Blazing Flame Fleet, because returning now might lead to unnecessary information leaks.

Being on that warship didn't mean his movements couldn't be spied upon. A person like Feng Yi, who dared to fight and take risks, would choose to succeed quietly if it were possible. Why bother announcing to the fleet that he was still alive? Only by appearing in the right place at the right time could he potentially have a major impact on the battle.

Now, stepping outside the situation allowed him to observe the whole picture from a more objective angle. Even if he didn't consider the big picture, enjoying the nearby scenery was not a bad idea. The scenery on Chimera Star was picturesque, which to some extent made a person's battlefield sense exceptionally sharp—besides, he could fully ponder why Jade Clear Sect had reached out to him a second time. He remembered the sect leader saying he would come for him. What Feng Yi couldn't understand was why they would do it this way.

Of course, Feng Yi was eager to leave first because he didn't want to interact too much with these people. More importantly, he considered the Blazing Flame Fleet, the legion he had created himself. John was of the war faction, and Feng Yi was worried that the two forces would start fighting before his message could get through.

However, when John heard of Feng Yi's disappearance, he had no heart to fight anymore and started searching for him. But where could one search in the vast universe? Especially with the limited soldiers of the Blazing Flame Fleet.

The good news was that in the absence of a commander, the Imperial soldiers also tacitly chose to take a step back. As the saying goes, "Take a step back, and the sky's the limit." Endure for a moment, and launch a full assault when the time comes. To put it simply, start with courtesy before resorting to soldiers. Just do it.

At this moment, far away in the Bermuda Galaxy, Kexiao had completely given up on the Blazing Flame Fleet, focusing all his attention on Amelia. His defeat lacked rhythm.

Occasionally, he could organize two beautiful counterattacks in small battles. Although it was unable to change the overall situation and the results were ineffective, he still retaliated out of spite. This gave Feng Yi a vague sense of some conspiracy afoot.

With Kexiao's command and leadership, he could have held his ground in the confrontation with Amelia, even while taking into account the Blazing Flame Fleet at the same time.

This was already the second evacuation of the Blaze from the Black Devil star cluster. As the Blaze fleet withdrew, the once smooth-sailing Imperial army started to face defeat after defeat. It's known that Kexiao is still alive, which can't help but make Feng Yi feel that something is unusual. Currently, the Imperial fleet is almost chased to the edge of Bermuda by Normandy, so what could his goal be?

Only Feng Yi knew that Kexiao was still alive, everyone else thought he was dead.

Of course, at the same time, there were countless people who believed that the miraculous Revenge Shadow Rider was still alive, while Kexiao was convinced that he was dead. When stepping out of constraints and viewing everything from this angle, it truly felt strange.

As such, Feng Yi stroked his chin, lost in thought, while sauntering slowly and unwittingly walked into an elegant tavern.

Unlike the retro hip-and-gable architecture of the Bounty Tribe, this quaint tavern had an even more antique charm to it. With the faint rising smoke, solid wood tables and chairs, Feng Yi felt as if he were in a distant era, separated by ages, and he noticed that nearby similar buildings were not uncommon.

The place was quite lively inside, and Feng Yi casually chose a table to sit at. He really wanted to directly yell, "Waiter, bring the wine," but then he thought better of it and said, "Waiter, bring the dishes."

"Coming right up, just call me waiter…" The worker lengthened his tone as he scurried over.

To think he hadn't even called for the waiter, yet the person on the other side took the initiative to ask him to.

However, the waiter, upon seeing Feng Yi's outfit, couldn't help but feel that he looked like a black-clothed assassin, someone who had just fought a battle, and moreover, appeared as the one who was beaten, judging from his disheveled and dirty appearance.

Thinking this way, the waiter's look at Feng Yi became a bit strange, but he still maintained a smile and said, "What would you like to order, sir? Our tavern is famous far and wide for its fine wines and dishes, said to have everything one could wish for."

"Bring the menu."

"What menu? The menu is hanging right there on the wall," the waiter pointed to a wall not too far away, saying, "Looks like you're a foreigner here, sir. Could it be that you also wish to go to Immortal Mountain to seek a master?"

"Immortal Mountain to seek a master...?" Feng Yi frowned slightly at the mention, "Waiter, I don't quite understand what you mean."

It appeared that this waiter was a seasoned old-timer, as smooth as could be. He instantly put on a troubled face as he responded, "Please order your dishes first, sir. Once you've ordered, we can talk. There are other customers waiting over there."

Feng Yi was not one to be wasteful, so he casually ordered a couple of dishes he usually had. After all, one does not strike the person who smiles at them, and beneath the nose is a mouth, so he tried to make his tone a bit more polite and his expression a bit cuter, because he suddenly remembered the old man he met at Immortal Mountain, who had mentioned something about the Five Elements array; and with the mention of disciples here, combined with encountering the four guardians when he was lost, Feng Yi seemed to grasp something…

The waiter didn't follow up on the conversation. Instead, he lifted his head and whistled towards the ceiling. Clearly, it was useless; thinking that a bowl of peanuts and a stack of beef would get him to chat. You forget I'm a disciple of Immortal Mountain, not a dish to be taken lightly. You think I'll tell you just because you act cute, either cross-dress or order more dishes.

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