Him and their stars.

Chapter 2011 I Want to Survive
Yu Lian did not answer immediately. His gaze passed through the porthole, sweeping over the ruins of Fortress No. 2, which had been reduced to rubble, and looked towards the direction of Tianyu.

He doesn't consider himself a professional warrior now, but he's definitely a professional navigator. In a place as powerful as the Heavenly Domain, even if it's ten thousand light-years away, he's certain he can find his way there.

Tianyu is truly a wonderful place, but unfortunately, I've never been able to buy a house there in either of my two lifetimes.

Yu Lian rubbed his temples with emotion and said to Fei Fei, "I saw countless futures from the High Priest of Norddos, about the end of this expedition, about the countless ways we will die."

"Will you be reduced to dust by the Imperial army's planet-destroying cannons, or crushed into a pancake by His Majesty the Emperor's power? You've already said that. Compared to the heinous crimes you've committed against the Empire, those methods of dying are actually quite lenient with you." Fei Fei didn't seem to care at all and even became quite interested.

Indeed, if I were to be captured by the emperor, I would at least be subjected to the treatment of being torn apart by five dragons, having my head carried in a coffin by nine dragons, and having my head passed through ninety-nine star sectors.

The saying "A great man, even if he cannot afford to eat from five tripods, must at least be cooked in five tripods" probably describes this idea.

Yu Lian pondered for a second, then coughed and said, "What I mean is, in those future visions, you are all just tools and background characters. Even if I die, I will die like an arrogant superior."

Feifei remained silent, but her smile seemed to carry a hint of mockery. Of course, she wasn't mocking Yu Lian:
"This is a deeply ingrained worldview among the imperial aristocracy. Our civilization and history have unfolded in this way. The paintings created by the rulers of civilization, history is the epic of heroes. However, now that we've entered the grand curtain of this historical epic, the most powerful heroes cannot be absent. My dear, is that what you mean?"

"The High Priest put on a terrible show for me. You were all just background characters, while my master, who should have been the main character, didn't even make an appearance."

After Lan Jiufeng awoke from his seclusion at the edge of the truth, besides helping his unofficial disciple enter the seventh ring, he embarked on another expedition.

However, compared to the Asura journey during the War of Independence fifty years ago, where a single sword traversed nine thousand light-years, and countless lives were lost amidst a sea of ​​blood, this operation was carried out silently, as if it had disappeared into the gentle breeze of a vast, empty mountain.

The fact is that Yu Lian has lost contact with Master Lan for more than half a year.

He and his senior brother Tantai, who remained in China, were still in contact. He knew that they had moved the sect headquarters to the Tian Shu star system in the new Shenzhou and had basically completed the "refining" of the spatial treasure.

Based on these achievements alone, the foundation of the Spiritual Research Society must be much more stable than in the other timeline.

He also knew that Natalia and Daigoro, who wanted to emulate their master's actions, had been discovered as soon as they passed through Wanwang Pass. Faced with the swarming Imperial experts and the Imperial fleet and fighter jets that lacked any sense of martial ethics, they naturally chose the very wise option of retreating.

Currently, these two, along with several disciples, are operating in the no-man's-land of the Femo star system, still searching for opportunities to enter the Imperial homeland or strike the Imperial army.

Yu Lian felt that their success rate was actually not high, but he still greatly admired their brave fighting spirit.

...On another note, although Senior Brother Daigoro and Senior Sister Natalia are not young, they are actually fierce and battle-crazed types. Why would they think they can do infiltration?

What? Master is also a "Shura"? Well, times change.

In short, under these circumstances, Yu Lian had no other choice but to wish them good luck.

In conclusion, although the Blue Star Community perished, the Spirit Research Society itself, the Seven Sons, and the third-generation core disciples all have a brighter future that is clearly visible to the naked eye. If one were to delve into the matter from an extreme conspiracy theory perspective, it is certainly plausible that some people would believe that the Spirit Research Society was one of the masterminds behind this war.

However, Master Lan and Lady Mei are the only ones who have completely lost contact with each other.

Yu Lian couldn't even use the virtual realm to call for his master's Little Black Tortoise and Silver Feather Crane. He couldn't even sense the spatial anchor point of the small world his master had created in the virtual realm.

He knew, of course, that the fall of a "true god" wouldn't be silent. As the saying goes, at this stage, no news is certainly the best news.

"So, Master Fei, how should this dream be interpreted?"

Yu Lian felt that, in terms of theoretical knowledge of mysticism, Fei Fei, with her "family background in mysticism," was definitely superior to him.

"Perhaps it's because Mr. Norddos simply doesn't dare to peek into the truth? So-called future vision is nothing more than the manifestation of complex information evolving on its own. Even a supercomputer can evolve these scenarios. So, my dear, it's just a mathematical problem. The mediocre high priest, this computer, cannot analyze the data of the true god, so he naturally has to deliberately ignore it."

This was the first time Yu Lian had ever heard of using "mediocre" to describe an eighth-ring demigod, but considering that it was Fei Fei who said it, it was strangely quite convincing.

Of course, what moved him even more was the "mathematical problem" the girl mentioned, leaving him momentarily unsure whether to feel joy, relief, or surprise.

"What kind of expression is that? Didn't you start using mathematics to analyze psionic energy?" Fei Fei said irritably.

Yu Lian shrank his neck and decided not to tell Fei Fei that he had just said it casually.

Fortunately, the girl didn't pay any attention to it.

She pondered, "As for the Star Seer's information, it could be prophecy or material for illusion. Because it is ambiguous and has too many similarities to the real world, it has a stronger power to influence and attack, and is therefore more dangerous to the spiritual world. However, my dear, I don't think you will be fooled."

Feifei stared at Yu Lian, her eyes slanted upwards, as if to say, "If you fall for this, I'll definitely look down on you."

That's a bit of an insult! I've experienced cosmic-level illusions several times, and I always managed to wake up on my own. Overall, Yu Lian was still quite proud:

"If I were truly fooled, his vision of the future would create illusions that would utterly destroy my spirit, and Norddos would become the hero who eradicated the dragon. If I were not fooled, these prophecies would be tacit signals between two psionicists, signals that evaded all scrutiny. In that information world, it was him and I who were fighting, but there were others secretly observing from the sidelines. Perhaps even the supervisor."

Feifei suggested, "Then why don't we ask the other party involved?"

Yu Lian was slightly taken aback.

"Our most prominent prisoner of war has woken up and wants to see you. Since we're going to leave all the prisoners of war to the rebels, should we include her?"

It took Yu Lian a long second to finally realize that the so-called most high-profile prisoner of war could only be Princess Philian of Slein.

To be honest, he had almost forgotten about the girl.

"She's awake? Does that mean she lost consciousness before?" "A mental breakdown is also a form of losing consciousness, right?" Fei Fei nodded seriously.

"It's quite rare for a psychic to recover on their own after a mental breakdown," Yu Lian laughed.

“Indeed. When she sat there blankly on the ground, I thought she was going to fall and turn into a weird beast on the spot. We keep encountering these strange phenomena along the way, and I’m almost traumatized by them. Fortunately, Xiao Qing stayed by the scene. If she really did change, there was enough time to solve the root of all the problems with one strike.”

At this point, Feifei suddenly sighed with a hint of regret: "I feel like I missed out on a fortune."

Once people have fallen, a single slash will kill a spiritless beast, so it won't be considered a massacre of prisoners of war, and you can get more zero elements, right?

“She’s no longer of any use to you. Even if she doesn’t fall into corruption, you and Xiao Qing can cut off her head and display it to the public at any time.” Regardless of Fei Fei, the Gongsun Qing that Yu Lian knows is definitely capable of doing such a thing.

The saying goes, "He who cuts off another's head will be cut off in return." Don't think that just because Princess Philian is a minor, she's unrelated to the harsh reality. It's perfectly reasonable for the sins committed by adults to befall children.

Moreover, an underage dragon king is still a dragon king and can still eat people.

Feifei looked Yu Lian up and down, making sure he wasn't joking, and then patiently explained, "Xiao Qing did consider that, but I told her that we are a righteous, progressive, and glorious army of kings. Even villains like the Electors can be redeemed. Apart from King Suruka, none of the Electors were born villains."

Yu Lian put on a deadpan expression this time, conveying absolutely no information.

“That last sentence is personal and can be ignored.” Fei Fei shrugged. “To be fair, that woman is indeed the most progressive in choosing an emperor, and in a sense, she’s half a fellow traveler with us… Tsk, she’s such an eyesore, and that’s what makes her so infuriating!”

Yu Lian could only pretend he couldn't hear, and could only continue to keep his expressionless, dead fish face.

Fortunately, Feifei is an understanding and kind girl. Her anger subsides quickly, and she doesn't escalate the situation. She quickly returns to the main point: "She actually has some value. I'm referring to that little prince, of course."

"Isn't this a ransom demand?"

"Of course not... But then again, the ransom for electing an emperor must be at least equivalent to a Titan, right? As for the ransom for the imperial nobles, is it paid by the Heraldry or by their families?"

"Of course, it's their own territory. If they can't pay the ransom, the Heraldry will provide a generous loan. Of course, there will be hefty interest as well. If they are not repaid for a long time, the emperor can rightfully take back the land and title."

"...Suddenly, I've discovered that even the nobles of the Empire have their pitiable aspects."

"They can also die for their country. That's how those who die in battle are treated. There are pensions, honors, and benefits. The Imperial Code of Heraldry has long stipulated that the titles of those who die in battle are not downgraded." As he said this, Yu Lian felt that he had vaguely grasped some subtle blind spots, but it was just a fleeting thought.

"Clearly, Princess Philian does not wish to die for her country. Perhaps this is because being chosen as emperor is not only a title but also a position, and there is no possibility of demotion?"

"Yes, Xiao Qing really thinks it's a real pity."

If that naturally violent madman continues down this path, he'll surely earn the title of royal executioner. It's said that back in the Galactic Empire's homeworld era, every Tyrellor and king's court had someone designated for this prestigious position.

“However, you should still meet him, Yu’er. The little prince, who has regained consciousness, is quite interesting; perhaps he can give you a deeper understanding of the Empire.” Fei Fei gazed at Yu Lian, her voice tinged with amusement: “Aren’t you curious why I suggested you go to the Dragon Domain?”

Then, the friendly fleet behind the stargate sent a message informing headquarters that they had completed the sweep and were carrying out the cleanup work. Just one hour before they were about to return, Yu Lian met with the highest-ranking prisoner on Fortress No. 1.

She still had steel needles inserted into her body to seal her acupoints and lock her spirit. She was weak and walked unsteadily. She was just an ordinary middle school girl, the kind who was so sick that she could only slack off in physical education class.

However, Gongsun Qing still followed closely behind her, his gaze sweeping impolitely over the fair and delicate neck of the chosen imperial lady, as if searching for the right direction to strike.

In this situation, it was especially remarkable that Miss Slein-Wang Philian was able to maintain basic composure.

Although she was a middle school girl, a prisoner of war, and had experienced the highs and lows of being outmaneuvered and outmaneuvered, and the tragic years of mental breakdown and rebuilding, overall, this young woman destined to become emperor was still in a relatively normal mental state. She looked haggard and tired, but remained calm. Although her complexion was unhealthy and lacked color, it was far from being ashen-faced as a corpse.

She got straight to the point: "I thought about it seriously, and they're still young, so they definitely want to live."

“You told me to kill you just 24 hours ago,” Gongsun Qing said, squinting.

"That's why I said I'm still young," the little girl explained very seriously. "Women are very fickle. I'm only fifteen years old, and I want to live."

Gongsun Qing showed a touched expression: "Very good, I wish you a long life."

Miss Xuan felt the other person was insulting her, but she still wisely gave him a touched look and said to Yu Lian, "The Slein royal family has a secret account with 15 billion gold dragons at Libra Bank. You know the rules of that bank; all you need is the password and account number. You can withdraw cash directly from any branch of that bank, both gold coins and paper money."

Of course, any legally circulating currency in the national market, including creditors, is acceptable, but it will depend on the exchange rate of the day.

"Not bad." Yu Lian indicated that he quite liked this straightforward girl.

“But that’s far from enough,” Fei Fei said. “We don’t need money right now.”

“You need it. Even if you don’t need it now, the People’s Alliance needs it, the New Divine Land needs it, and Nefi’s government-in-exile needs it even more,” she said firmly.

Yu Lian immediately became interested. Judging from the sheer wealth and extravagance that seemed to flow from her very bones, this girl was definitely no ordinary prisoner.

"Is this your private stash of money? Or the Wang family's secret treasury?" Gongsun Qing asked curiously.

"Of course it's the latter. Miss Gongsun, she's only fifteen years old and receives an annuity from the Heraldry Academy. At most, she'll receive an internship stipend from the Star Viewing Pavilion." She explained very seriously, without a trace of mockery in her eyes.

Therefore, Gongsun Qing expressed his apology very frankly, without any particular embarrassment.

If you look at it from a different perspective, these two might actually become good friends.