Moya Crystal

"Should I make myself scarce?" Yin Congyang asked Luo Hua with a smile, signaling that he was about to deal with these two.

"I've passed the martial artist practical exam, you know? I've seen blood, don't underestimate me..." Luo Hua shook his head, but when he saw a hint of teasing in Yin Congyang's eyes, he relented helplessly: "Alright, alright, I haven't killed anyone, happy now..."

Yin Congyang turned to Luo Hua with a grin. "Want to give it a try?"

Luo Hua's face tightened, and he waved his hand with a wry smile, indicating that Yin Congyang should handle it—one guest shouldn't trouble two hosts.

Yin Congyang raised his hand and swung the axe, striking each of them on the head with the back of the blade. Under the immense force of nearly ten times his normal power, even the Black God Set couldn't withstand it, and both men's skulls were crushed.

As their life force faded, the Black God Set automatically detached from their bodies, reverting to a thick black glove-like form. Miraculously, not a single drop of blood clung to it.

Yin Congyang bent down to pick them up and tossed one to Luo Hua casually, marveling, "So this is the Black God Set... Perfect timing, one for each of us." Seeing Luo Hua about to speak, he raised a hand. "Don't refuse. I'm alone with no ties, having an extra set is useless—you can't wear them stacked anyway. Besides, with the Black God Set, your safety is more assured. Don't forget, the Luo family relies on you now..."

Luo Hua looked at the Black God Set in his hand and nodded silently. He then addressed Yin Congyang solemnly: "Today, thanks to Mr. Yin's presence. Words can't express my gratitude. If there's ever anything the Luo family can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask—we won't refuse!"

"Luo Hua, you're overstating it. Even without me today, you'd have only lost some resources at most. They wouldn't dare defy the world's will to harm you or your family. Don't blame me for meddling!" He chuckled and added, "And stop calling me Mr. Yin. We're about the same age—just call me Congyang. I call you by your name, don't I? If you see me as a friend, don't be so formal. Besides, I live in Bright Moon Residential District too—we're neighbors."

"Alright, Brother Yang," Luo Hua sighed softly. "You said 'at most,' but even if the chance is small, it's still possible, isn't it?"

Yin Congyang glanced outside. The fight hadn't lasted long, but it had made quite a commotion. The residential district's martial artist patrol squad had already received the alert and was rushing toward the Luo residence.

He turned back to Luo Hua. "I'll head back now. Handle the aftermath yourself. Best not to mention me—just say the robot your brother left at home killed the intruders. That'll serve as a deterrent to outsiders. Make sure to coordinate with your parents too..."

Luo Hua nodded in understanding, fully agreeing.

Yin Congyang waved at him casually, turned, and leaped out the open window. With a few bounds, he vanished into the night.

At the bottom of the sea, Luo Feng learned the full story through the metal robot. The Golden Horned Behemoth paced restlessly through the depths. "Killed well, killed well. If only I'd been there—I wouldn't have let those two bastards die so easily..."

Family had always been Luo Feng's unyielding nerve. "Thank goodness this Yin Congyang was there. Otherwise, Mom, Dad, my brother, and the two kids..."

"Almost there. In a few more months, my Earthling body will be ready..."

The incident of Sago and Vino storming the Luo residence caused an uproar that drew global attention, but it quickly subsided. The intruders were killed outright, and Atkin leveraged the HR Alliance from the sidelines to suppress the fallout.

Atkin, Yan Hai, and the others, intimidated by the Luo family's robot's power, dared not target them again and turned their focus back to power struggles and hedonistic pleasures.

But they had few days of enjoyment left. Luo Feng was about to break out from the seabed.

Yin Congyang returned to his villa, stood by the window, and gazed up at the stars, silently calculating the time. "Mm, almost there. At most another year, and I can head into the universe..."

He dismissed the thought, turned, and went down to the underground training room, quietly reflecting on the gains and losses of his battle earlier that day against the two Planetary Level martial artists and Spiritual Master.

After his reflection, Yin Congyang took out the Black God Set. Examining it for a moment, he slipped the glove-like suit onto his hand. At first, nothing happened. After thirty seconds, his thumb felt as if pricked by a needle, and the entire black glove seemed to boil. Black droplets quivered, and pain spread across his five fingers, palm, and the back of his hand.

Trickles of red blood flowed into the black droplets. The process lasted over ten minutes before the black glove settled.

"Whoa, no wonder it's a Planetary Level energy battle suit—truly miraculous," Yin Congyang said, playing with the Black God Set as it shifted at his will. "Too bad it offers no defense against soul attacks!"

A few days later, Luo Hua came to visit.

Yin Congyang welcomed him into the living room, and they took their seats as host and guest. He personally brewed tea for Luo Hua.

Cradling his teacup, Luo Hua looked at Yin Congyang. "Brother Yang, handling this incident over the past few days has worn me out. I've been to the Ministry of State Security five times alone, while you've been taking it easy..."

Seeing Yin Congyang's half-smile, he sighed helplessly. "Alright, alright, this wasn't your business anyway. I came today to thank you for your timely help the other day and to bring you something..."

With that, Luo Hua set down his teacup, took an exquisite box from his bag, and placed it on the table. He opened it gently, revealing five Moya Crystals that gave off an enticing aroma.

He pushed the box toward Yin Congyang with a smile. "Brother Yang, I can't repay your great kindness. The only thing the Luo family can offer right now is Moya Crystals. I hope you won't think it's too little..."

Yin Congyang looked at the Moya Crystals in the box and nodded lightly. "I acted out of righteous indignation, not for this. But if I stubbornly refuse, you'll feel uneasy... And Moya Crystals are indeed miraculous treasures, useful to me at my current stage. How about this—I'll take one, and you take the rest back!"

He reached into the box, took one Moya Crystal, closed the lid, and pushed it back to Luo Hua. Seeing Luo Hua about to speak, he smiled. "Don't worry about it. Taking one crystal is already my gain. After all, aside from ruins, this kind of treasure probably can't be produced on Earth. It's a non-renewable resource—one less with each use!"

Luo Hua didn't know the origin of Moya Crystals but found Yin Congyang's reasoning sound. "Brother Yang, you have a point. But without you, these Moya Crystals would have been taken by Sago Nehru and Vino, and my family might have been in danger, so..."

"Enough, don't be so indecisive. That's settled," Yin Congyang interrupted with a smile. "Moya Crystals help with breaking through to Planetary Level, but I don't think it'll be hard for me. The fight the other day gave me some insights—maybe I'll break through in a few months!"

Seeing Yin Congyang's firm stance, Luo Hua had no choice but to put the box away. "Alright then, I'll wait for your breakthrough. Then I'll have a Planetary Level friend, haha!"

Yin Congyang pocketed the Moya Crystal, and the atmosphere between them grew warmer. They exchanged contact information. Yin Congyang genuinely admired Luo Hua—keeping the Luo family safe in Luo Feng's absence required both mental fortitude and skill.

They chatted amiably. Luo Hua, who had been disabled in both legs in his youth and only recovered with the Water of Life, had a calm and steady temperament. Yin Congyang selectively shared his experiences from the past half-year in the wilderness, and both were deeply impressed by each other's stories.

After a long conversation, Luo Hua took his leave, warmly inviting Yin Congyang to visit his home. Yin Congyang smiled and agreed.

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