Green Flame Star

Qian Yu read it out word by word, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"That old bastard Pan Xi really knows how to spend big."

Behind him, Yigenmao cautiously edged closer: "Master, with this bounty out, everyone in the starfield will be coming for you. Maybe we should lie low for a while?"

Qian Yu glanced at him.

"Lie low?"

He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said unhurriedly, "Why should I?"

Yigenmao hesitated: "But..."

"But what?"

Qian Yu set down the glass, leaned back in his seat, and gazed out the porthole at the brilliant starfield beyond.

"A five trillion Ganwu Coin bounty sounds like a lot, but have you considered—those who come to hunt me might be carrying money too?"

The corner of Qian Yu's mouth lifted, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

"One comes, one dies. Two come, a pair dies."

"After they're dead, their money becomes my money, doesn't it?"

Yigenmao's mouth fell open, and for a long moment, he couldn't find words.

He suddenly felt that his master might be even crazier than he'd imagined.

But what he said actually made some sense?

Qian Yu withdrew his gaze and picked up the glass again.

"Keep moving."

"Yes... yes, Master!"

The ship gave a slight shudder and re-entered dark space.

Vanishing into the vast sea of stars.

Another three years passed in the blink of an eye.

This day, Green Flame Star.

One of the three hundred and sixty commercial planets in the Cui Lang Starfield, ranked seventy-third.

In terms of prosperity, it couldn't compare to the top ten super commercial hubs; in scale, it fell short of the cross-starfield trade centers.

But in the Cui Lang Starfield, Green Flame Star was absolutely a planet not to be ignored. Over a hundred thousand ships entered and exited its port daily, with a permanent population in the tens of billions and a transient population beyond counting.

Here, you'd find the largest slave market, the blackest arms deals, the most insane casinos, and the most ruthless bounty hunters.

All walks of life, a chaotic mix of dragons and snakes.

Anyone stepping onto Green Flame Star would do their best to keep a low profile, drawing as little attention as possible.

Unless you were Qian Yu.

A black-silver C9-Class ship emerged from dark space, slowly entering Green Flame Star's spaceport orbit.

This was the third ship Qian Yu had swapped in three years.

From the initial B9-Class, to the later C5-Class, and now the C9-Class—well, when you've hit enough strongholds, the ship naturally upgrades along with you.

A C9-Class ship barely counted as high-end, with speed, defense, and stealth all a cut above before.

"Master, we've arrived at Green Flame Star."

Yigenmao stood in the cockpit, nervously eyeing the coordinates on the star chart.

"Are we really landing here?"

A hint of unease crept into his voice.

Qian Yu withdrew from his cultivation state, his gaze piercing through the porthole at the planet growing ever closer. Its green surface was dotted with dense orbital ports, ships coming and going like locusts swarming.

"What, is there a problem?"

"No, none at all..."

Yigenmao waved his hands hastily, but couldn't help muttering under his breath.

"It's just that Master is too famous now. A five trillion bounty—there's no one in the entire Cui Lang Starfield who doesn't know you. A place like Green Flame Star has too many eyes. The moment we set foot, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid we'll be tailed immediately?"

Qian Yu finished the sentence for him, his tone calm.

Yigenmao nodded repeatedly.

Qian Yu smiled.

"Let them tail us, then."

He stood up and flexed his wrists.

"Perfect timing. I haven't stretched my legs in a while."

Yigenmao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately chose to stay silent.

Over the past three years, he had long grown accustomed to his master's way of doing things. Though his heart was in his throat every time, the outcome was always the same—every last one of those pursuers died!

And his master hadn't even broken a layer of skin.

The spaceship slowly pierced through the atmosphere and landed at East District Port 37 on Green Flame Star.

The hatch opened.

Qian Yu stepped out of the ship, with Yigenmao following behind.

The moment he set foot on Green Flame Star, Qian Yu's divine sense had already spread out silently—not at full force, just a faint, barely-there sweep of the surroundings.

This was a habit he'd developed over three years: every time he arrived somewhere new, he first scoped out the environment.

The port hall soared hundreds of meters high, its transparent dome letting in the light of the star.

The hall was packed with people, a constant flow of all kinds of races. Qian Yu walked through the crowd, his expression calm.

He moved slowly, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

But in his perception, everything around him was racing. Thirty meters to the left, that bald man leaning against the pillar—the moment Qian Yu stepped out of the hatch, his gaze had already swept over.

Though it was just a quick glance, Qian Yu knew the meaning in that look all too well. It was the look of a hunter spotting its prey.

Fifty meters to the right, that merchant manning a stall, seemingly busy with customers, but the corner of his eye never left Qian Yu's direction.

Two hundred meters ahead, those three young people sitting in the rest area chatting—the rhythm of their conversation had clearly faltered the instant he appeared. Though they quickly recovered, that brief pause had already given everything away.

Further off, the gazes hidden among the crowd, the faint traces of spying, the communication devices quietly activating...

Too many. So many that Qian Yu couldn't be bothered to count them all.

"Heh."

Just as Yigenmao had said, his reputation was far too big now.

A Five Trillion Bounty. That number was enough to drive any Cosmic Level mad, enough to tempt any Domain Lord.

Throughout the entire Cui Lang Starfield, who knew how many eyes were fixed on him, waiting for him to show himself.

Now he had shown himself.

Those people naturally swarmed in like sharks catching the scent of blood.

Qian Yu didn't stop walking. He continued forward.

Yigenmao followed behind, still a bit tense. After all, he wasn't Qian Yu—he was just a Cosmic Level First Stage.

In the vast universe, he barely counted as a strong fighter, but unfortunately, the ones eyeing Qian Yu were all far too monstrous.

Though those gazes were mainly aimed at Qian Yu, when they swept past him in passing, they still made his back prickle.

"Master, shouldn't we pick up the pace? I feel like a lot of people are watching us."

"Let them watch."

"If they didn't watch, I'd find it strange."

Yigenmao: "..."

The commercial district of Green Flame Star was dazzlingly bustling.

On both sides of the street, shops stood in close array: weapon shops, armor shops, potion shops, material shops, slave markets, casinos, arenas... If you could think of it, it was here; if you couldn't think of it, it was here too.

Qian Yu's goal was clear: first, head to the resource trading center to liquidate the supplies he'd stockpiled over the past three years, then buy a batch of Cosmic Level cultivation resources.

He had plundered dozens of strongholds, but most of what he'd taken was supplies. These things were piled up like a mountain, nearly molding inside his spatial ring.

He had to cash them out, exchange them for cultivation resources, to truly improve his strength.