Alien Hotel.

Chapter 469 Hanging on the Wall
The streets were teeming with people; countless individuals had gathered from the surrounding areas to participate in the celebrations. The markets were bustling with activity, and the stalls offered a dazzling array of local trinkets and food. Street performers were also out there, many of whose tricks seemed utterly outrageous to Yu Sheng—

After all, this is a civilized circle where everyone has skills to practice. You can imagine how outrageous the things a group of independent martial arts practitioners performing extreme sports could do. Let's put it this way: if those people on the stage were just ordinary people, their deaths would be beyond imagination (and even beyond reality)...

Yu Sheng carried a small doll, followed by the silent Saintess and the exceptionally cheerful fox girl. The four of them, each carrying a ball, strolled leisurely through this bustling, almost bizarre, alien city.

Eileen was adorned with several trinkets she'd bought from a roadside stall—some genuinely blessed, some claimed to be blessed, and others unblessed but intended for Yun Qingzi to bless. The little doll had completely transformed herself into a gaudy display. She was currently fiddling with a string of beads supposedly made of some kind of magical stone, boasting, "Yu Sheng, look how pretty this is! I'm going to put it on my bedside table when I get back… Silly fox, all you know is buying food, you have absolutely no taste in C-shaped clasps…"

She babbled on and on, then haphazardly wrapped the string of beads around the ominous star—which was now covered with all sorts of random things, resembling a colorful ball floating in mid-air—before clapping her hands and swaying on Yu Sheng's shoulder: "Festivals are great, shopping is great...so happy!"

She squinted, but then suddenly lowered her head and ruffled Yu Sheng's hair: "By the way, what were you and Yuan Hao talking about just now? It sounded so serious..."

Yu Sheng raised one hand to support the little one who was always swaying on his shoulder. After hearing her question, he didn't answer immediately, but thought for a moment and asked, "Kondaman—do you remember this name?"

"Kong... what?" Eileen scratched Yu Sheng's hair, looking puzzled. "What kind of strange name is that? I've never heard of it before."

"Don't you remember?" Yu Sheng muttered thoughtfully, then breathed a sigh of relief. "That's right, you can't even explain how you got into that painting."

Eileen was confused, but she quickly forgot her earlier doubts and became happy again. While patting Yu Sheng's head, she raised her hand and said, "Hey, look over there! There's another painter over there... and that painting doesn't look like you at all!"

Yu Sheng looked up and saw that there was indeed another portrait of "XXXX Yu Sheng Zhenjun" hanging on the stall in front of him, the kind of portrait meant to be pasted on a door to ward off evil spirits...

His face turned green on the spot.

Fortunately, these portraits were all incredibly abstract, and the local "deity statues" of Taixu Lingshu seemed to have some unique style and technique, so that the portraits were quite different from the real people. Yu Sheng was not so bad that he had to cover his face when walking on the street. Even if someone noticed him occasionally and looked at him suspiciously, most people would not really associate an "ordinary person" who was wandering around on the street with no spiritual power with the "True Lord" who could kill the Dark Angel. This made him feel somewhat relieved.

But despite feeling relieved, he couldn't help but mutter, "How many stalls has this been done already... Damn it, who even thought of this first?"

“Who even needs to think of that first? It would be strange if no one on the entire planet thought of this after such a big incident,” Eileen shook her head. Although she was usually clueless even about her own affairs, the little doll still looked like she knew everything as she smugly analyzed, “Let me tell you, in a few years you’ll see, every household here will have you pasted on their door for the New Year. Your face has been so heavily modified that even facial recognition won’t be able to pass through it. The streets and alleys will be full of stories about you—some say you ward off evil spirits, some say you bring wealth, some say you cure diseases, and some even say you can control both romance and contraception. The specific function depends on where you’re hung. If it’s even more outrageous, they’ll give you three sticks of incense and half a pound of pig’s head meat every day…”

The fox girl's ears perked up instantly, and she looked around: "Pig's head meat? Where is there pig's head meat?"

Yu Sheng was stunned by the little doll's rambling: "Where did all this come from... It sounds like you've really experienced it."

"I'm an expert in the occult!" the little doll patted its chest. "I've been an expert in the occult for... for many years!"

The fox's ears drooped down: "There's no pork head meat."

Luna stepped forward and patted Hu Li on the shoulder, seemingly to comfort him: "Yeah, that's right."

"Can't you say something else about C-shaped buckles?"

"Yep……"

Hearing the commotion around him, Yu Sheng didn't speak again. He just suddenly laughed, gently shook his head, and looked up at the sky, diverting a sliver of his attention—

A light rain fell from the sky, incessantly. Through the heavy, gloomy clouds, a few weak rays of sunlight pierced through, falling along with the swirling raindrops onto the ruins of the Refining Tower, onto the pale crystals that, despite several days of cleanup, still occupied large swathes of wasteland on the outskirts of the city, as if they could never be completely cleaned.

A cluster of crystals emerging from a crack in the ground trembled slightly, and a faint light moved across its surface. Almost simultaneously, tiny glimmers of light appeared on nearby crystal clusters and danced between them, spreading like ripples in an instant.

Deep underground, unseen by people, similar glimmers of light are also spreading rapidly, resonating, wandering, and diffusing.

Yu Sheng's thoughts raced through the massive planet's body, traversing the astonishing supporting structures beneath the crust, examining crystal chambers, caverns, mantle plumes, and lava rivers covered in crystals.

The distant Taixu Ling Shu was still immersed in the festive atmosphere, while the long rainy season in Shuji was as quiet as another world. Deep underground in Shuji, the slowly shifting crystalline structures emitting a low rumble presented yet another scene altogether. Yu Sheng felt he could understand what Eileen's multi-threaded operations felt like—he had been doing something similar lately.

He pondered deep within the planet, carefully manipulating the "shell" left behind in this world after the death of the celestial body, without affecting the stability of the Earth's crust.

Deep underground, north of Mexico City, a lava lake buried at the interface between the mantle and the crust is being slowly stirred by massive crystalline limbs. Smaller fragments of crystal are being transported from deeper places and then dumped into the lava lake.

The residue was then separated, and the remelted crystal material was retrieved but quickly discarded. Then, new "materials" were collected and thrown into this "geological furnace".

The enormous lava lake and its surrounding crystalline structures, used for transportation, salvage, and analysis, work together like a bustling living factory. In a sense, this structure could even be considered an organ within the "living planet" of Shuji.

It can also be said to be an organ of life.

On the edge of the lava lake, on a smooth crystal cliff, huge characters slowly emerge: "Experimental Furnace for the Restoration and Industrial Transformation of the Silent Region".

Then, after a while, two more slogans appeared below that line:
Safe production prevents cramps, and standardized operation prevents perforation.

A gigantic face emerged from the crystalline dome atop the lava lake. Yu Sheng looked down at the "internal forging furnace" he had spent several days slowly crafting, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

Although if Eileen saw this place, she would definitely complain that his scrubbing was worse than a latrine...

Then, Yu Sheng's mind continued to wander inside the planet, confirming the current stability of the fragile areas he had previously discovered, checking the repair progress of some main crystal branches that had broken due to "ascension," and marking special locations to find places where energy reactions had accumulated, or remaining mineral veins and hot wells that could still be developed.

This was a huge and long-term project, but fortunately it didn't take him too much effort.

Shuji is a remote mining planet that has entered a period of decline. After the celestial disaster, the planet's condition has worsened. In the past, Yu Sheng could only sigh and feel helpless to help. But now that he has "assimilated" the planet and has become its guardian, he cannot sit idly by and watch the planet completely decay.

He did not want one of his "bodies" to gradually become a lifeless place in the days to come, a place that would bear the despair and frustration of millions of people at their wits' end.

Moreover, on the other hand, in order to find a way to travel across the world and uncover the secrets behind those dark angels, he does indeed need a stepping stone to the starry sky—the Silent Star, which has experienced angel parasitism and happens to be located on the border of the Feather Starfield, is a good option.

Therefore, in any case, he has a responsibility to manage this planet under his protection well, take good care of the people on this planet, and continue to maintain good relations with the Flying Feather Star Region.

Now, it's time to check on the situation of the female city lord of Mo City.

With a shift in his mind, Yu Sheng's "focus of thought" instantly shifted from the depths of the earth to the surface of the planet. His vision passed through layers of rocks, soil, and crystal, and then focused on a mansion in the center of Mo City.

He saw the ink stain.

Dressed in a black dress, she was talking with several retainers, seemingly discussing the progress of restarting the industrial zone. Most of the crystals in the hall had been cleared out, but some crystal clusters remained embedded in the corners of the roof.

Yu Sheng was about to greet Mo Ran when he suddenly paused.

He saw a huge painting hanging behind Mo Ran, and on it was once again the words "XXXX Yu Sheng Zhenjun"...

Yu Sheng: "..."

It’s not over yet!

(End of this chapter)