Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

He felt a chill. The temperature on the moon's surface dropped sharply without the sun, but the cold only made him more awake and aware of his connection with every star in the universe. The starlight fell on his face, as if it was a greeting from the entire universe to this alien traveler.

In front of the tens of thousands of years of human history beneath him and the countless twinkling stars in the distance, Xing Qingfeng once again felt his own insignificance.

"This is really..." Xing Qingqiu couldn't help but sigh, "We are just like a mayfly in the universe, a drop in the ocean."

At that moment, Xing Qingfeng's peripheral vision seemed to catch sight of something glittering in the moondust not far away. Curiosity piqued his interest, and he rose and walked toward it. His footsteps softly treaded on the soft moondust, leaving behind shallow footprints.

"Don't tell me it's a lunar rover." Xing Qingfeng crouched over and quietly approached. After confirming that it wasn't a rover, he straightened up with confidence. "Otherwise, my nude photos will be known all over the world."

As he approached, he could clearly see the glowing object. The low temperature of the moon's surface didn't make Xing Qing feel cold, but the object before him sent a chill down his spine.

Xing Qingfeng crouched down and carefully examined the surrounding traces. The scattered lunar debris suggested it was likely struck by debris from the satellite's hard landing. Through careful observation and analysis, he confirmed this theory to be the truth.

Now, there's good news and bad news for NASA.

The good news is that in the future, if anyone questions the US's moon landing, they can testify that they did indeed plant the American flag on it.

The bad news is that the Star-Spangled Banner was broken.

This was caused by the satellite driven by Xing Qingfeng, which is rounded off to -

——Xing Qingfeng did it.

"Oh no, this is over." Xing Qingfeng thought silently, "Something has gone terribly wrong."

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Volume 40: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Interstellar Slug

Xing Qingfeng stood on the desolate surface of the moon, looking around. A dead silence reigned. Above him lay the pitch-black universe, dotted with stars, and beneath his feet lay the gray, dense, and hard lunar soil.

He felt a little panicked, and his mood was as dead as the moon.

The satellite should have welding equipment that works under vacuum conditions, so there shouldn't be any problems as long as the flagpole is reconnected.

For the next decade or so, no human would set foot on the moon. So all they had to do was weld the flagpole in place to hide it from the Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter (LRO).

These orbiters can't capture the details of the flags on the moon, and can only judge the status of the flags by their shadows.

At least it can be concealed for decades.

In 1972, Apollo 17 was launched. It was the last mission in the Apollo program and the last lunar landing mission of the United States.

During the mission, astronauts Eugene Cernan and Harrison Schmitt planted an American flag on the moon. This was the sixth flag planted on the moon by the Apollo program, and it is the flag in front of Xing Qingqi.

However, time is merciless. Over the long years, the harsh lunar environment has taken its toll on the flag, leaving it in a state of disrepair. The moon lacks an atmosphere to shield it from the sun's ultraviolet rays and other high-energy radiation. Prolonged exposure to these rays causes photochemical reactions in the flag's material, leading to discoloration and degradation.

The flag before him had faded significantly, its once vibrant red, white, and blue now pale. It was only when Xing Qingfeng got closer that he could tell it was the American Flag.

In other words, the flag Xing Qingfeng created was the last one. If the flag he created was one of the earlier ones, such as the one raised by Armstrong, Xing Qingfeng would probably not be able to tell what he created.

——Because that flag may have turned white long ago, he still has to deduce which French astronaut planted it on the moon.

The moon experiences extreme temperature swings, reaching as high as 127°C during direct sunlight and plummeting to -173°C (°C) at night. These dramatic temperature swings generate thermal stresses that constantly tear at the flag, weakening its material and making it susceptible to cracking. Micrometeorite impacts leave countless tiny holes in the flag, while the vacuum environment strips away any remaining flexibility.

Looking at the flag lying in the lunar soil in front of him: the surface of the flag was covered with small holes and cracks, the edges had been torn, and even part of the flag had disappeared in the impact just now.

"Axing, don't be afraid. Qingfeng will use cell recombinant technology to restore you right away!"

Xing Qingfeng sighed a little. He squatted down and reached out, trying to pick up the tattered, almost white American flag from the lunar soil. In the low gravity of the moon, his movements were extremely slow, for fear of accidentally destroying the fragile flag.

When his fingers lightly touched the surface of the flag, the fragility of the material made him hold his breath, and then he realized that he was not breathing at all. He carefully picked up a corner of the flag, and fine dust floated lightly on his fingertips.

However, as Xing Qingjiu moved, the edges of the flag began to break, the small holes gradually widening into cracks, and the previously connected parts were ruthlessly broken apart under the influence of low gravity. Every slight movement caused the flag to split silently.

When he tried to lift the flag fully, the already tattered and fragile surface finally gave way and shattered into countless fragments, lying quietly in his palm. These fragments floated lightly in his hand like dust, silently bearing witness to the passage of time.

Well, now we can conclude that this flag is completely beyond saving.

"Why does this thing break when touched?" Xing Qingyu thought dejectedly in his heart.

Looking at the fluttering scraps of fabric in his hands, their fibers so fragile that a simple rub would dissolve into even finer dust, Xing Qingqi simply raised his hand and waved it, watching them drift through the air, slowly falling in the low-gravity environment, like tiny stardust, leaving fleeting trails on the silent lunar surface.

"Now, dust returns to dust." He hesitated for a moment, and finally gathered up the fragments of the flag scattered on the ground.

Mixing the flag fragments with lunar soil, Xing Qingfeng quickly built a small mound on the lunar surface, like building a sandcastle on the beach, and carefully buried the fragile flag fragments inside. He gently patted the mound with his hands, trying to make it as stable as possible. He carefully adjusted it until the cross looked like it would not fall easily.

Then he picked up the flagpole, looked at the broken halves, and after a moment's thought, tried to assemble them into a cross. He used some lunar soil to secure the base of the cross, allowing it to stand firmly on the mound.

In ancient times, Daiyu buried flowers, and now there are Qing wine burial flags.

"I have a sense of déjà vu. I feel like I'm burying America's dream of landing on the moon." Xing Qingqiu tried hard to keep his thoughts focused. "America, if you can't land on the moon in the future, it's none of my business. This is all superstition, superstition."

However, the United States did not land on the moon again after the end of the Apollo program. He thought that this really had nothing to do with him.

Since we can't go to the moon, no one will find out what we did. As long as we are not discovered, it is not a mistake!

Looking at the cheap cross and grave mound before him, Xing Qingfeng felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Although he couldn't get the flag to stand again, he had made it the first resident of a lunar grave mound in human history. Honestly, this status far surpassed even the sixth American flag planted on the moon.

This thing is the first small grave on the moon in human history, created by the first astronaut who did not wear a spacesuit and the first traveler from outer space.

Xing Qingyu drew a cross on his chest to express his mourning, confessed his mistakes to Brother Tian, and then turned around and ran away.

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Xing Qingyu felt the receiver in his hand vibrate constantly. It seemed that the alarm he had set earlier had expired. He thought to himself that it was almost time for him to return home.

He kept adjusting the direction of the detector in his hand. This was the key device he used for rendezvous and ranging, confirming his position and orientation via the two antennas he had previously set up. When the detector was aligned with one of the antennas, the display screen lit up green, indicating a received signal.

After a quick calculation of his relative position and confirming his target direction using the antenna's position, Xing Qingfeng glanced around, making sure he hadn't missed anything. Then, he began to slowly advance along his calculated route. In the low gravity of the moon, each step seemed light and slow. He periodically glanced down at the receiver to ensure he was on track.

As he moved forward, the takeoff point gradually came into view. Initially just a blurry dot, it slowly became clearer and clearer: the tattered takeoff platform and the ventilated shell looked particularly shabby in the sunlight. Perhaps only Apollo 13 could rival it in spaceflight history.

Apollo 13, humanity's third manned lunar landing, ended in failure. During the mission, an oxygen tank exploded, the service module was damaged, and the orbital maneuvering was severely restricted. Ultimately, despite extreme power and resource shortages, the spacecraft miraculously returned to Earth using the moon's gravity.

Xing Qingfu lifted the side panel of the satellite's engine compartment and removed all the remaining spare instruments. Glancing at the takeoff countdown on the panel, Xing Qingfu roughly estimated the time. Once he was sure he had enough time, he deployed the instruments away from the takeoff point to prevent them from being damaged by the dust kicked up during takeoff, much like the Apollo 11 takeoff that blew down the newly planted flag.

This is a tradition of lunar landings: before leaving the Moon, something must be left behind, and a set of scientific instruments is essential. Although these instruments cannot transmit information or data to Earth, they are still quite useful as exploration tools.

There was also a set of high-gain antennas in the spare equipment. Xing Qingfu carefully deployed them. After the deployment was completed, Xing Qingfu also thoughtfully wrote the frequency and purpose of the antenna on a piece of paper with wire and fixed it on it.

The only problem is that Xing Qingfeng wrote it in Chinese. If this instrument were ever discovered, China might not know how to explain how it secretly sent astronauts to the moon.

Is this a case of "one sitting at home and the pot comes from the sky"? However, considering the nationalities of Xing Qingfeng, Newton and Kenneth, this should also be considered a joint Sino-British moon landing plan.

Xing Qingfu packed up everything and returned to the launch site. The launch platform was now fully prepared. He gave all the equipment and data a final check, ensuring everything was in good condition. He then removed his head and attempted to secure it to the satellite.

Don’t set flags casually in the future. Look, Xing Qingfu set a flag not long ago, and now his head has been chopped off.

"I always feel that this kind of thing is weird," Xing Qingqiu stretched out his hand and scratched his head placed on the satellite. "I can actually switch perspectives. No, my head has fallen off, so how can I see my head?"

While complaining, Xing Qingfu tried to fix his head on the engine room to prevent it from rolling off during launch, causing him to have to watch the satellite leave the moon alone.

Because the shell was damaged, it was difficult to fix the head. Every time he thought he had succeeded, the head would slip due to a slight vibration, forcing him to readjust.

"Alright," he tried various methods to fix the head, but each time failed due to the damage to the shell, "activate the final plan."

Finally, in a state of exasperation, Xing Qingfeng used nails and straps to secure his head to the satellite's outer shell. He hammered the nails into the shell, securing his head with the straps. While this method seemed crude, he had no other choice.

Honestly, this is too green.

"OK...it's almost time for the countdown." Xing Qingyu thought silently in his heart, "Ten, nine, eight..."

“…Three, two, one, Wuhu takes off!”

As the countdown ended, the automatic launch sequence began. The engine compartment shook violently, and the capsule began to rise from the lunar surface. The intense thrust brought tremendous vibrations and pressure, which roared through Xing Qingqi's head through bone conduction. The damage to the outer shell caused the reentry capsule to creak and groan, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Although there was no air on the moon, the sound of the machinery, transmitted through bone conduction into Xing Qingqi's head, was particularly abrupt in the silence. The engine spewed out a strong blue-white flame, forming a long trail with fine lunar soil.

The satellite slowly left the lunar surface, leaving behind dust and debris that slowly drifted away in the low gravity environment.

"That's great! I hope I can have the opportunity to study that supercomputer next time I come." Xing Qingyu thought silently.

Xing Qingfu didn't have much free time during his entire lunar journey; most of his time was spent on the necessary tasks of deploying the antenna and finding a takeoff point. Yet, Xing Qingfu still felt that his journey was quite fulfilling.

He subconsciously forgot that he had destroyed the American flag and made it into a grave mound.

Xing Qingqiu's head, which was fixed on the satellite shell, swayed slightly with the vibration. The light of the flames reflected on his head which was tied with nails and straps. The whole thing looked like a collection of scraps made by a group of greenskins.

Then this thing really took off.

Under the powerful thrust, the satellite continued to climb, entering lunar orbit. The roar of the engine gradually subsided, and the vibration of the satellite gradually weakened. Xing Qingfeng felt a brief sense of calm.

The satellite successfully entered lunar orbit, and the brief, smooth flight gave him some breathing space. Xing Qingqi wanted to turn his head and look at the lunar surface, but the straps tied him tightly to the outer shell, making him unable to move.

After reaching the lunar orbit, the satellite needs to use the moon's gravity to adjust its attitude and wait for the next return point in the lunar orbit.

Soon, the engines started up again, and the powerful thrust caused the entire satellite to jolt violently. Xing Qingqiu's head, fixed to the satellite's outer shell, swayed slightly, but the secure straps ensured his stability.

The satellite gradually escaped the Moon's gravitational pull. As it accelerated, its thrust increased, and Xing Qingqi's head was filled with the sound of mechanical whirring. The engine belched out a powerful blue-white flame, propelling the return capsule toward its intended orbit.

The satellite continued to accelerate, gradually reaching the speed required to escape lunar orbit. The roar of the engines grew more intense, as if exerting its last bit of strength to propel the satellite forward. Finally, with a final roar, the thrust reached its peak, and the satellite successfully escaped the moon's gravitational pull, launching itself from the moon toward Earth like a slug.

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Volume 41: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Xing Qingfeng Falls from the Sky

Twenty minutes until the engine explodes.

The engine thrust had reached peak power, and the computer in the engine room was frantically making final orbital adjustments. Complex algorithms were constantly calculating, ensuring the desired acceleration would be achieved at the moment of engine detonation. Unseen by Xing Qingfeng, the data stream on the display behind his head was scrolling like a waterfall.

Ten minutes until the engine explodes.

The ship's speed had reached its peak, and the blue-white flames behind the thrusters gradually faded. In the boundless space, the radiance of stars stretched far into the horizon, and the surrounding silence seemed to have stopped time. Maintaining the current speed did not require significant thrust. A faint vibration permeated the engine room, as if foreshadowing the drastic changes to come.

Xing Qingqiu took a deep breath in the vacuum, trying to calm himself, but his heart continued to beat faster. In the distance, tiny meteorites could occasionally be seen streaking across the dark background, leaving behind fleeting, bright tails, like tears shed by the universe.

There were five minutes left until the engine exploded.

While the spacecraft was traveling through the relic belt, a sensor alarm suddenly sounded. Nearly half of its sensors had ceased functioning after being struck by a micrometeorite during its passage through the relic belt. Several attempts at self-diagnosis and repair failed, forcing the system to rely on the remaining sensors to gather data and adjust its navigational attitude to ensure it remained on the optimal trajectory.

Thirty seconds until the engine explodes.

The thruster's jets were sealed, and the tail flames vanished completely. At this moment, the engine compartment panel beneath Xing Qingqi's head became the most vulnerable part of the entire engine compartment structure. It was designed to concentrate the impact of an engine explosion there, concentrating the force on Xing Qingqi's head and achieving instant acceleration.

He could feel the engine compartment behind him trembling more violently, as if he could feel a powerful wave of energy gathering at the back of his head. He swallowed subconsciously. The darkness and silence of outer space seemed to deepen, as if paving the way for the impending explosion.

There are only three seconds left before the engine explodes.

Xing Qingqiu's nerves tightened as he felt the vibrations in the engine compartment grow stronger. He knew Newton had reinforced his head, but now it felt like he was resting his head on a massive bomb about to explode. He could feel a cold sweat trickling down his forehead, though it was completely an illusion.

Xing Qingyu was worried that his head would explode in pieces, but the good news was that he didn't have to worry for too long.

Is it too late to recite haiku now?

The countdown ends and the engine explodes.

A powerful impact, precisely guided, erupted forward, the instantaneous force sending Xing Qingqiu's head careening forward, his speed accelerating dramatically. The immense G-force nearly stifled his breath. Originally still quite a distance from his predicted speed, he suddenly accelerated, quickly reaching nearly three times his initial speed.

His vision blurred, and his head felt as if it were being torn apart. The starlight around him became blurred and stretched out, streaking around him like a meteor shower, a human head flying through the outer space between the Earth and the Moon at an incredible speed.

At high speed, Xing Qingjiu's vision of outer space became blurry and dreamy. Starlight seemed to be pulled into streaks of light, like countless ribbons of light interweaving around him. Nebulae and distant galaxies flashed past him at a dizzying speed, the vibrant colors of the nebulae like paint on a black canvas, emitting a faint glow.

"So shining..." Xing Qing wanted to reach out and touch the dreamy and dazzling starlight, "I can't touch it, so I shine."

His head was zipping through the universe at speeds exceeding normal limits. No, it was a question of whether anyone could actually fly through space without a human brain, let alone at such speeds. Xing Qingjiu's head was exposed in outer space, and he felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and tranquility.

Despite the high-speed advance, the silence of space remained boundless, as if time and space had stood still. The intense shockwaves scattered the tiny meteorites and dust particles surrounding the engine room, like fireworks exploding in the darkness before vanishing in an instant.

"It used to be a glittering thing that I couldn't touch even if I wanted to," Xing Qingqi recalled this journey, gazing at the distant Milky Way. "Now I can clearly touch it, but it still glitters."

His thoughts drifted back to the lunar surface, a gray, barren landscape reflecting the faint sunlight. It was a silence and loneliness so different from Earth's, yet no less awe-inspiring. He remembered looking up from the moon and seeing Earth hanging in the dark sky, radiating a brilliant blue glow.

Now, he was flying back to the blue planet at an astonishing speed. Xing Qingqiu's thoughts echoed in this lonely space, and he suddenly felt as if he was connected to the depths of the universe.

Xing Qingyu closed his eyes and waited quietly for his arrival at the next point in low-Earth orbit, waiting for the moment when the Earth's gravity would catch him again.

Crossing the sea of stars alone, everything is beautiful and quite romantic.

The only drawback is that micrometeorites occasionally hit my face. Maybe the pain is not higher than the set threshold, so it feels quite painful.

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The interstellar slug gradually approached the low-Earth orbit, and the Earth's gravity began to take effect. Xing Qingyu felt a powerful pulling force pulling himself towards the familiar blue planet.

I think I can see my teacher now. The next step is to capture myself. This journey is over. Xing Qingfeng captured Newton's figure with his powerful dynamic vision, just like a servant.

Why does it feel like the teacher has no intention of stopping me?

Why did Kenneth hand the teacher a stick? What was he doing? Demonstrating an action?

Wait, why is the teacher trying to swing the bat too?