I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei stood on the moon for about ten minutes, then turned his gaze from the blue planet and looked down at the gray lunar soil beneath his feet.

He crouched down and reached in to grab a handful.

The fine powder slipped through the fingers and drifted slowly in the low-gravity environment.

Luo Fei pondered for a moment, then took out several woven bags filled with rice from his storage ring. He filled several bags with lunar soil, and then selected more than a dozen pieces of lunar rock of varying sizes from the side, storing them all in his ring.

He stood up, glanced at the blue planet above his head, and then took to the air, flying towards the blue planet.

The blue star continued to magnify in our field of vision.

From a small sphere, it gradually transformed into a huge blue disc, eventually becoming a colossal object that filled the entire field of vision.

Luo Fei slowed down and passed through the atmosphere.

-

Meanwhile, alarms have been raised again by major space monitoring agencies around the world.

US Space Agency Monitoring Center.

The technician on duty had just picked up his freshly brewed coffee when the alarm on the screen lit up again.

He stared at the point of light returning at high speed from outer space, his coffee cup hovering motionless at his lips.

"It's back..."

The manager burst out of his office: "Did you spot it?!"

The technician's fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up satellite images.

As before, due to the high speed, only a few blurry photos were taken.

In the photo, a blurry humanoid figure of light and shadow passes through the atmosphere and disappears on the surface of the blue planet.

The supervisor stared at the photo, remaining silent for a long time.

"The speed of this object... is still increasing."

The technician swallowed hard. "Sir, should we report this to the Pentagon?"

The supervisor glanced at him: "What do you think the Pentagon can do?"

The technician opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

The supervisor picked up the photo, turned around, walked into the office, and closed the door.

He sat in his chair, gazing at the sky outside the window, and muttered to himself, "This world is about to change."

Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency (JAXA).

Several researchers huddled around the screen, their faces even more grim than before.

"The speed has increased again..."

"What exactly is it?"

An older researcher took off his glasses and rubbed his temples: "Whatever it is, it's none of our business. Archive the report and don't release it to the public."

The researcher paused for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you going to release it?"

The older researcher glanced at him: "So what if you release it? Let the public panic? Let the media bombard you with questions? Can you answer their questions?"

The young researcher fell silent.

"Save this. Pretend it never happened."

Europa Space Agency.

The female technician looked at the disappearing dot on the screen and let out a long sigh.

My colleague next to me asked, "Should we report this?"

The female technician thought for a moment, then shook her head: "It's no use reporting it. What can those politicians do besides hold meetings and argue?"

She turned off the screen.

"Just pretend you didn't see it."

China's Space Command Center.

The general on duty stared calmly at the disappearing dot of light on the screen.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Director Qin, he's back again."

On the other end of the phone, Qin Zhenhua's voice was calm: "Understood."

The general hesitated for a moment: "Monitoring agencies from various countries have captured these images, although they weren't clear, but they will definitely take action..."

Qin Zhenhua interrupted him: "Let them film. So what if they get the photos? What can they do with them?"

The general thought for a moment and then said nothing more.

Qin Zhenhua hung up the phone.

He sat in his office, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"This kid can actually fly out of Earth..."

-

Luo Fei passed through the atmosphere, slowed down, and landed on the roof of the villa.

The sun was shining brightly, and the courtyard was peaceful.

He straightened his clothes, came down from the rooftop, and walked into the living room.

Chu Yue was sitting at the dining table with two bowls of porridge and a small dish of side dishes in front of her.

She looked up when she saw him come in.

"The porridge is a bit cold, shall I heat it up for you?"

Luo Fei waved his hand: "No need, it's perfect."

He sat down at the table, picked up the bowl of porridge, and took a sip.

Chu Yue lowered her head and continued drinking her porridge.

After finishing breakfast, Luo Fei stood up: "Let's go to the yard. Let's go over the last few details today."

Chu Yue nodded, cleared away the dishes, and followed him to the backyard.

The sun shone on the lawn, and the dew had not yet completely dried.

Luo Fei stood in the middle and demonstrated the movements he had taught yesterday once again.

This time, he was a little faster than yesterday, but every detail was clear and distinct.

Chu Yue stood to the side and behind, watching intently with focused eyes.

"Here, you give it a try."

Chu Yue stepped forward, took a deep breath, and began to perform the actions.

The first few movements were very smooth, and the body was stretched out very well.

There was a slight pause at a certain point in the middle.

Luo Fei walked over and placed his hand on her lower back: "Here, lower your center of gravity a little more. Don't tense your waist too much, relax."

Chu Yue adjusted it according to his instructions.

Luo Fei applied slight pressure with his palm to help her find the feeling of lowering her center of gravity.

"Yes, that's it. Then extend your arms naturally without pausing."

Chu Yue connected her movements, and this time it went much more smoothly.

Luo Fei took two steps back and nodded: "Not bad. No problem."

Chu Yue wiped the sweat from her forehead, a rare look of relaxation on her face.

-

Time Cafe in the county town.

Yang Xue sat by the window with a latte in front of her.

She kept glancing towards the door, waiting for her distant cousin, Sun Xiaoyan.

At 9:30, a middle-aged woman with curly hair and large earrings pushed open the door and came in.

She was wearing a floral dress, white high heels, and carrying a bag that looked expensive.

It was Sun Xiaoyan.

Yang Xue quickly stood up, smiling and waving, "Xiaoyan! Over here!"

Sun Xiaoyan walked over and sat down opposite her.

The waiter came over, she ordered an Americano, and then looked at Yang Xue.

"Sis, you said you needed to talk to me, what is it?"

Yang Xue rubbed her hands together and explained her purpose for coming.

She deliberately avoided some important details, only saying that Li Xiulan became successful but then disowned her biological mother, refused to support her elderly mother, and refused to acknowledge her relatives.

As Sun Xiaoyan listened, her eyes slowly brightened.

"You mean your mother-in-law's biological daughter is now rich, living in a villa in the county town and even built a new house in the village, but she doesn't acknowledge her mother and doesn't provide any support?"

Yang Xue nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, that's exactly it! Is this reasonable? They don't even acknowledge their own mother, but once they have money, they abandon her. What kind of logic is that?"

Sun Xiaoyan leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.

She was quickly calculating in her mind.

This kind of subject matter is perfect for making a TV program.

The story of a biological daughter who, after becoming successful, disowns her poor mother has drawn widespread social attention, family ethics criticism, and moral condemnation.

This is what audiences love to watch.

Sympathizing with the weak and condemning the strong—what a great gimmick!

She picked up her coffee, took a sip, then put it down and looked at Yang Xue.

"Sis, this is something we can do. But as you know, for us journalists, covering these kinds of stories takes a lot of time and effort..."

She drew out her words, her fingers tracing circles on the table.

Yang Xue was stunned for a moment, then she understood.

A fleeting look of pain crossed her face, but she quickly put on a smile.

"Xiaoyan, don't worry, I won't let you come for nothing. After it's done, you'll definitely receive the proper reward."

Sun Xiaoyan smiled but didn't say anything.

Yang Xue added, "And think about it, if this kind of thing is reported, a lot of people will definitely see it. Wouldn't your performance at the station also improve?"

Sun Xiaoyan nodded, about to say something, when her phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at the caller ID; it was the station's landline.

She answered the call.

"Feed?"

On the other end of the phone, her boss's voice sounded somewhat urgent: "Xiaoyan, where are you?"

Sun Xiaoyan paused for a moment, then replied, "I'm outside, meeting with a relative. What happened?"

The boss said, "Come back right away, it's urgent."

Sun Xiaoyan frowned: "What's the urgent matter? I'm currently..."

The leader interrupted her: "Don't say anything else, come back right away."

Sun Xiaoyan frowned even more deeply.

She hung up the phone and looked at Yang Xue: "Sister, there's an urgent matter at the station, I have to go back first. We can talk about this another day."

Yang Xue grew anxious: "Hey, we've only said a few words..."

Sun Xiaoyan had already stood up, picked up her bag, and walked out.

"We'll definitely have a proper chat another day!"

She pushed open the door and went out, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor tiles by the doorway.

Yang Xue sat in her seat, her face looking rather grim.

-

Sun Xiaoyan drove back to the TV station.

As soon as she stepped into the building, she sensed that something was off.

The young woman at the front desk looked at her with a strange expression.

In the elevator, when her colleagues greeted her, her smile seemed somewhat unnatural.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly hurried into the office area.

Her supervisor—the head of the news department—was standing next to her workstation, his face ashen.

As soon as the director saw her, he lowered his voice and said, "Come to my office."

Sun Xiaoyan followed the director into the office and found another person standing next to the desk.

A section chief surnamed Zhou from the county's publicity department wore glasses and had a serious expression.

Sun Xiaoyan's heart sank.

She forced a smile: "Section Chief Zhou, what brings you here?"

Section Chief Zhou glanced at her but didn't say anything.

The director pointed at her, his voice filled with anger: "Did you meet someone named Yang Xue this morning?"

Sun Xiaoyan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes... she's a distant cousin of mine, she wants to talk to me about something..."

"What is it?" the director's voice rose.

Sun Xiaoyan was startled by his attitude and stammered, "It's a family matter. Her mother-in-law's biological daughter refuses to acknowledge her and wants my help..."

"Enough!" Section Chief Zhou interrupted sharply.

He looked at Sun Xiaoyan with a serious expression.

"Comrade Sun Xiaoyan, on behalf of the Publicity Department, I am formally informing you that you are not allowed to interview, report, or disseminate any information regarding Yang Xue's report. This is an organizational decision."

Sun Xiaoyan's face turned pale: "Section Chief Zhou, I..."

Section Chief Zhou raised his hand to interrupt her, his tone leaving no room for argument: "This isn't a discussion, it's a notification. If you insist on going your own way, you will bear all the consequences!"

After saying that, he glanced at the director, turned around and left without any hesitation.

Sun Xiaoyan stood there, her mind buzzing, completely blank.

The director stared at her, his eyes like knives.

"Do you know that when you went to see Yang Xue today, the higher-ups called the station director directly?"

Sun Xiaoyan's lips trembled: "I don't know..."