Yaoguang: Who Are You?

Although Borisin had no personal grudge against Jingxing, he had heard Yunli say that in the places these wolf packs passed through, only ashes and bones remained.

Deep within the camp, piles of ore, mechanical debris, and dismantled spaceship skeletons looted from other planets were neatly stacked, like grain in a granary.

Just by looking at these, you can understand why they are called "monsters" and why they are notorious Mara-Struck Reaver in the galaxy.

But when Jingxing looked into the distance, he saw something even more chilling.

It was a workshop surrounded by layers of camps. Dozens of huge, transparent jars stood there, filled with a thick, green liquid, in which were things taking shape... Some looked like embryos, some already had the outline of wolves, and others looked like clumps of tangled fleshy tendrils, pulsating with each beat.

The tubes extended from the jar, forming a continuous network, like the blood vessels of some enormous creature.

Several Borisin craftsmen huddled around a jar, muttering something under their breath as they poured the materials they had scavenged into the liquid. Beside the workshop lay several half-dismantled animal skeletons, their bones bearing neat rows of teeth marks—presumably, even their experimental waste consisted of leftovers from their meals.

Without a doubt, it is a biological weapon created by the Borisin by combining the power of the Path of Abundance.

Jingxing clenched his fist. They were using plundered resources and their advanced biotechnology to create these things—and where would these weapons end up? It was self-evident.

Since the Primal Force Beauty is 'Temperance'...

The actions of these Abominations of Abundance, like the boundless evil of Voracity, are indeed boundless. Therefore, I should be able to neutralize these weapons, just as I neutralize the desires of Voracity.

As soon as he thought of it, Jingxing knelt down on one knee, pressed one hand into the soil, and mobilized the Path Energy, which slowly seeped through the grass roots, vines, and ground.

He was very careful, afraid that his actions would be discovered.

This job is much harder than mending Beast Molt underground. The farther the energy is from your hand, the harder it is to control. Several times along the way, Jingxing was almost bitten back by the power in the jar, as if someone was dragging his fingers into boiling water.

Jingxing was completely focused, sweat beading on his forehead, but things were unfolding exactly as he had predicted.

The jar at the very edge stopped first. The pulsating flesh inside froze, and the green liquid ceased its churning, as if someone had pressed a pause button from within. Then came the second, and the third.

The embryo stopped growing, the wolf-shaped thing gradually disintegrated, and even the large jar in the center of the workshop suddenly let out a "gurgle" before falling silent, as if it had lost its will.

"Awooo--" A scream came from the workshop, Jingxing could hear anger and confusion in it.

But no matter what the Borisin thought, they could never have imagined that someone would use their own Path Energy to destroy the biological weapon that was being made from a distance.

When Jingxing saw that his impromptu plan had succeeded, he withdrew his hand from the mud.

The crevices under my fingernails were full of dirt, and my fingertips were trembling slightly.

"I didn't expect it to actually work."

Meanwhile, the Borisin in the workshop were in an uproar. A craftsman lunged at a jar, pounding on the sides with his claws and howling. More Borisin gathered around, shouting and arguing in their language. Finally, all the torches in the camp converged on this side, and horns blared one after another.

Jingxing heard a roar.

The sound came from the depths of the camp, like a landslide. An exceptionally tall figure parted the crowd and emerged—a head taller than the other Borisin, with half a bone mask over his left eye and a chain of teeth of unknown origin hanging from his chest. Wherever he passed, the Borisin bowed low, like the tide making way for rocks. He kicked over the nearest craftsman, grabbed a bone staff, and roared at the silent jars. The entire camp trembled at his roar.

Without a doubt, it was the leader of this hunting pack.

Jingxing lay prone in the darkness, retreating step by step.

The Nestfather of the hunting pack roared for a long time, beating several craftsmen to the ground, and then ordered squads of sentries to rush into the forest to search—but they found nothing.

The search team of Borisin ran past Jingxing several times, the closest they came within five steps of him.

But no one noticed Jingxing's presence. He channeled the Path Energy he used to conceal himself to its maximum power, so even if Nestfather came, he wouldn't be able to detect him.

"I have to go," Jingxing said to himself.

But he also knew that interrupting production once wouldn't wipe out the hunting pack. They would simply restart the furnace, refill the jars, and recreate those things.

As he backed away, he thought to himself, "I'll report this to Yunli next. I can earn some reward money that way."

Jingxing crouched low, retreating step by step into the woods. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the edge of the camp, where the torchlight could no longer reach him.

A hand gently patted his left shoulder.

Jingxing his blood run cold in that instant. Without even thinking, the Path Energy surged from his limbs into his fingertips. He grabbed with one hand, turned around, and simultaneously reached for the throat of the person behind him with the other.

Then Jingxing saw a face.

His head was half-covered by a hood, and he wore a coarse cloth robe with frayed edges. He looked miserable, but upon closer inspection, something strange about him seemed off.

But most importantly, Jingxing noticed a talisman spinning between her fingers, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling at him.

Jingxing froze in mid-air.

"... General Yaoguang?!"

"Shh." Yaoguang raised a finger and lowered his voice, "Although I don't know how you know me, keep your voice down. A wolf's ears are very sharp."

Jingxing stared at the person in front of him, his mind going blank for a moment.

How could he not remember this face? The first person to appear before him after being thrown onto the Vesna IV by Aha was General Yao Guang of the Jade Abacus Xianzhou Yaoguang.

The question is, how did she get here? How did she appear on this desolate planet that even the company's exploration teams don't bother to stay on?

Could it be the influence of that period of Guiji? But her behavior doesn't seem to indicate self-awareness, which shouldn't be the case.

Jingxing had a bellyful of questions, but the first one that came out was only one, spoken in a very low voice. "What are you doing here?"

Yaoguang gathered the talisman between his fingers, tucked it into his sleeve, and looked him up and down with a smile, "The Jade Abacus Xianzhou previously discovered a group of Borisin hunters here, and we were preparing to wipe them out. That's why I came to gather intelligence. And you? You don't look like Abominations of Abundance, and you seem to have just offended them, so who are you? And why do you know me?"

"A cute little kid?"