NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 115: Friends, how are you?
Days went by, and Meng Yu became the star of the Immortal Sect.
Many newspapers and magazines used his image for their front pages or covers, with plenty of people condemning him for leading the Immortal Sect's culture astray—after all, although parents were intrigued by news about Meng Yu, they would be fuming when returning home to find their children declaring they wanted to grow up to be like Meng Yu and even considering running away from home to become interstellar pirates!
Hall Master Zhao hadn't resigned from his position as the head of the Enforcement Hall. His mistake had cost too much, so he was directly dismissed. Zhao Yuxuan had become a scapegoat, and now he was off to some minor asteroid to lay low, serving as bait to lure in Meng Yu.
Although everyone knew that Meng Yu would not fall into such an obvious trap, which would be an insult to his intelligence, the Immortal Sect had to do it anyway because if Meng Yu could go on business trips, why couldn't Zhao Yuxuan be used as bait?
The bounty for Meng Yu set by the Immortal Sect reached a new high, a matter that even became a joke in the Outer Domain.
The powers in the Outer Domain expressed deep sympathy for Meng Yu's plight, saying his tragedy lay in the environment of the Demon Gate surrounding him, which forced him step by step into his current position. Look at all he had done—weren't his actions those of someone with no other choice but to resist?
Now, he was only courageously taking up the sword to fight back. If the Demon Gate continued on this path, even more Meng Yus would emerge. It was the Immortal Sect's responsibility—you must reflect on yourselves!
Many forces beyond the domains were looking for Meng Yu, willing to offer all kinds of help. So, what was Meng Yu doing at the moment, and was it worth it to keep entangling with the Immortal Sect?
Meng Yu, looking at the distant factories on Thousand White Miniature World, disdained such a question.
Of course, it was worth it, incredibly worth it. Robbery had made his wallet thick, robbery had made his name known far and wide, robbery had... mmm, greatly satisfied his pride!
Even if it harmed others without benefiting himself, Meng Yu still found it incredibly thrilling!
This was the sixth planet.
It was also the Thousand White Microcosm, which Meng Yu had previously attempted to rob and failed. But now, Meng Yu was back!
However, this time Meng Yu didn't go near the factories. Instead, he strolled around a city on the planet.
The Immortal Sect was very well-prepared this time. Star Industrial had many personnel deployed on the islands, and Flying Eagle Security Company was also fully mobilized. If it were not for the fact that the engines of space battleships were Third Grade objects and nuclear weapons were constrained by the laws of First Grade miniature worlds, Meng Yu would bet that they would have really gone all out in a destructive attempt that they would even be willing to die in.
Luckily, the existence of laws turned each planet into a world of hand-to-hand combat and Immortal Techniques!
Meng Yu really wasn't in a hurry. While drinking tea and chatting, he was very curious about how long the Enforcement Hall could keep up?
No department had an unlimited budget, not even the Immortal Sect's, or why else during that incident at Scorpio Minor World didn't they know that a 50,000 troops team would be stronger than 5,000?
The Immortal Sect itself was just a poverty-stricken mess lacking Spirit Stones!
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What are you going to do after burning through this year's budget—will you pay out of your own pocket?
Your entire department won't even be able to pay salaries!
A cheerful Meng Yu thought it over and decided that he wouldn't go for a direct attack this time. The Nation-Protecting Artifact of the Immortal Sect must be nearly ready to be brought out. He'd better stick with using Borrowing Force to Strike.
He took out a camera from his Storage Bag, snapped a few photos, and then pulled out a phone to log into a chat group that he hadn't visited in a long time: the 10008 College Entrance Exam competition group.
It was about time to let everyone know he was safe.
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Immortal Sect, Supreme Star.
When Peng Anyi emerged from the laboratory, it was already two o'clock in the morning.
The smithing project on a certain type of spiritual artifact had drained all his energy over the past month.
"I once was a vibrant high schooler, too. I once dreamt of a colorful university life."
The Peng Anyi who had participated in the year 10008 college entrance competition finals suddenly felt a bit nostalgic for the carefree days of high school.
He had become a university student, and the university had become him. He thought he would be strikingly impressive, but he had never imagined that studying could be so arduous...
Back in his dorm, he picked up his phone, casually checking for any messages from his advisor, new posts in friend circles, and... he entered a group called the Class of 10008 Golden Core Group.
Even though everyone was at the Qi Refinement stage, that didn't prevent them from aspiring to become Golden Core cultivators.
That year, he and many other students participated in the college entrance competition. That year's competition was incredibly exciting, which included things like Meng Yu the Bastard, and so on.
This group was formed when the official competition started, like the groups for the classes of 10007 and 10006. All the students joined this group using their real names, and the group went from initially being active to gradually falling silent. Later on, some left, some stopped speaking, but it remained a memory of everyone's youth.
Even those who were killed by Meng Yu, even those who became the villainous clowns (referring to Zhuge Caihua, not Wang Youcai), their IDs remained in the group, though they might refrain from speaking.
Peng Anyi liked this group very much; everyone was remarkable, the atmosphere was not dark or gloomy, all were real people with their real names. Even if there were grudges formed during those battles, coming out for a meal and a chat could smooth things over.
He also made quite a few friends, and from the large group, smaller ones emerged. Chatting together was quite fun.
Oh right, besides this group, a forum called Class of 10008 Forum was established, where group members could register and post, and some of the threads with excellent discussions were terrific.
The main group was usually quiet, but recently, there had been intense discussions about Meng Yu.
Actually, after the competition ended, many wanted to contact Meng Yu, including those who wanted to see if they could offer him any help. However, Meng Yu had gone to the Enforcement Hall, and his whereabouts were kept secret. Meanwhile, he seldom spoke in the group, just quietly lurking.
No one blamed Meng Yu for not talking with everyone; on the contrary, they all admired his integrity.
He didn't ask any classmate for help, even though many messaged him privately when they heard he was taking on sparring jobs, asking if he was short of money. Some even wanted to transfer money or offer financial help in other ways. He didn't have a public bank account and simply replied with thanks but declined, saying, "Thank you, but no need, I am doing well."
That year, the true uncrowned king of the group stood tall amid the storm.
Whether it was the counsel of the Immortal Sect or his mysterious disappearance afterward, he silently bore everything. At most, he would reply in the group with, "I'm fine, thank you all, but no need for help, I can handle it."
Everyone initially thought he had been flushed down the toilet like ashes, but who could have imagined that this... this... rascal would directly head to Greenwood Small World and turn Star Industrial's investment of hundreds of billions to dust? Even more terrifying, he actually managed to fight a thousand on his own!
Right, the Death Squad had five hundred people, plus over a thousand Qi Refinement Practitioners from Greenwood Small World. Isn't that over a thousand people?
Everyone was discussing fervently, excited as if they were on aphrodisiacs. After all... we are the favored children of the heavens, we are graduates from prestigious universities, our future is bright, we entered the university filled with countless superior seniors and a myriad of demanding courses, and now the university...
We are so miserable, we feel so pained, we want to live like Meng Yu!
That's what cultivation is!