Chapter 2307: Chapter 2309: Unwilling to Accept
Hearing that, Feng Jun was so angry his face flushed red. "I’ve never once thought that logistics could be called a battlefield!"
He couldn’t help questioning, "Are you looking down on my Teleportation ability and thinking I can’t protect myself on the battlefield?"
"How would I dare look down on your Teleportation?" Yaoyang Elder hastily waved his hands. He really didn’t want to be dragged off to meet the "Sect Elders," so he could only shift the blame. "The two True Sages stressed it again and again. It really has nothing to do with me."
Feng Jun was thoroughly depressed. He wanted to go to those few planets not just to rescue the Human Race; he was also thinking that if the chance arose, he’d grab some tech products from this plane and take them back to Earth.
As for his homeland Earth, his ultimate goal was to achieve Spiritual Energy Revival. But to realize that goal, it wasn’t only a matter of difficulty; it also needed time to accumulate. So in the process, helping Huaxia raise its technological level was also very necessary.
As for whether the Human Race’s technology in this world was stronger or weaker than the Earth Realm... did that even need to be asked?
In fact, Feng Jun didn’t have the arrogance of Tianqin Cultivators. He also didn’t think the technological path was necessarily the wrong road. At least if high-tech applications could exist in daily life, quality of life would improve a lot. The real problem was the mindset of clinging stubbornly to the old.
But now, they wouldn’t let him participate in the fighting, which left him a bit sulky. He stepped out of the hideout, looked at the star system two million li away, and gave a cold snort. "Is this place really that safe? I don’t feel there’s that much difference."
"You’re right, there isn’t much difference," Hua Sheng True Immortal nodded, agreeing with him, then forced down a smile as he spoke. "That’s why the two True Sages even set up a Transmission Array for you."
He pointed at the nearby hideout and couldn’t help laughing. "The Formation is right there. You’re supposed to be transmitted twenty million li away. If any of us is injured and needs to withdraw from the battlefield, we’ll also go through the Transmission Array and be sent to you."
"Isn’t this... nonsense?" Feng Jun’s face grew darker and darker. "Who is it that can’t stand the sight of me and doesn’t want me hunting the Insect Race to make money?"
"We’ll share our spoils with you," Yaoyang Elder replied without hesitation. Then his expression turned solemn, and he spoke seriously. "Feng Xiaoyou, I know you don’t want to be looked down on, but this is a race war... do you understand?"
Without waiting for Feng Jun’s answer, he continued, earnest and slow. "On a race battlefield, what matters most is coordination; individual valor is actually secondary. You’re everyone’s last line of retreat support. Could you not be so willful?"
Feng Jun rolled his eyelids helplessly. "I have trump cards. You can relax."
"We all know you have trump cards," Yaoyang Elder saw that persuasion wasn’t working and could only give a wry smile. Who didn’t know that even Tuotuo True Sage had been scared witless by your trump card?
Even so, he had to grit his teeth and keep persuading. "First of all, race wars have rules. Those two True Sages may quarrel, but they still have to discuss and set rules. You’d best follow those rules too—don’t be too willful."
"To speak bluntly, your Sect Elders gave you trump cards to save your life, not for you to rely on them to break the rules."
Feng Jun fell silent. He really didn’t want to become the "brat" in other people’s eyes. After thinking it over, he sighed. "How about this: I’ll wait until I run into some True Sage, talk it over, and then decide. Is that acceptable?"
You finally took a step back! Yaoyang Elder nodded without the slightest hesitation. "Of course."
Speak of a True Sage and a True Sage arrives. In less than ten minutes, Ren Tu True Sage came rushing over. "Feng Jun is back? Get ready, we’re going to transmit you out. Yaoyang has explained it clearly to you, right?"
Well, since it had already come to this, there was no point in clinging to wishful thinking. Feng Jun’s temperament was stubborn, but he also understood that on a battlefield, this really wasn’t a place where you could just be willful—your willfulness might cost more than just your own life.
So he nodded, but couldn’t help speaking up again. "Before I leave, can you take me for a walk around those four planets? If someone happens to run into trouble, I can Teleport over and at least try to help."
This was actually a decent reason. But Ren Tu True Sage only thought for a moment before decisively shaking his head. "If it’s a situation even we can’t rescue someone from, then no one’s life is worth you taking the risk."
He didn’t even consider whether Feng Jun might sneak onto the planets. He was purely analyzing from a cost-benefit standpoint, and he placed extremely high value on Feng Jun.
Feng Jun had his vanity too. For a moment, he was a bit moved, but right after that, he sighed again. "I insist."
He didn’t add any further explanation—just those three words—but precisely because of that, it showed his resolve.
Ren Tu True Sage froze for a second, then spoke gently. "People on the Spirit Plant Path all carry Wood-type aura. Sometimes you think you’re saving someone, but you might actually be messing things up for others."
Your imagination really isn’t small, is it. Feng Jun gave him a speechless look. Forget it, better not explain—after all, you’re the one who said it.
Seeing him like this, Ren Tu True Sage was a bit exasperated too. "Then I’ll bring Yi Jue out and have her tell you?"
Feng Jun thought it over, then answered in a low voice, "I said four planets, not just Xingzheng Main Star."
"The other three are just along for the ride!" Fishing-Old-Man True Sage really couldn’t hold it in anymore. "You dare say the one you value most isn’t Xingzheng Main Star?"
Feng Jun certainly didn’t dare say that. He tried a little rhetorical trick. "True Sage, with your Way of Illusion and Reality, taking me for a spin around those four planets won’t take long. It just adds a dispensable extra option for everyone. It’s worth it."
Hearing this, Fishing-Old-Man True Sage’s brows knit slightly again. What the other party said did make some sense, but he still had no intention of agreeing.
Just then, a voice rang out—it was Ren Tu True Sage returning. "If you’re worried your own skill isn’t enough and you might get discovered, I can take him for a trip to those four planets."
The two True Sages bicker all the time in daily life, but when it comes to this group of juniors from Tianqin, they take care of them quite thoroughly, and there’s not much sect prejudice involved—if you’re still fussing about that while killing and bleeding in a foreign domain, your vision is way too small.
So the two True Sages both left strands of Divine Sense at the hiding spot; if anyone ran into trouble, they could rush back in time. Feng Jun’s return was quickly sensed by them through remote perception.
Their current day-to-day task is to quietly hunt down Golden Core of the Insect Race, with emphasis on stealth. There’s basically no prolonged entanglement; if they want to leave, they can just go.
It’s just that Ren Tu True Sage had been in the middle of setting up an Insect Race Nascent Soul "healer-mom." He rarely makes a move against Nascent Soul, but healers are an exception: whenever there’s a chance, he wants to see if he can silently take one down.
Unfortunately, he never managed to find a suitable opportunity. Forcing it was of course possible, but unnecessary.
So he came back a bit late and was already in a bad mood. Hearing Feng Jun’s request, which was "still fairly reasonable," he couldn’t resist speaking up to jab at Fishing-Old-Man True Sage—Feng Jun is willing to think of Yi Jue, what are you butting in for?
His grasp of spatial laws is quite formidable, so he naturally didn’t feel that sending Feng Jun to those four planets was any big deal.
Although he also believed Feng Jun shouldn’t appear on the front line, the fact that the kid had the mindset to be ready to rescue people was something worth encouraging—on a battlefield, making a couple extra preparations is actually no bad thing.
Fishing-Old-Man True Sage just gave a cold snort. "Your spatial level is still a bit lacking. I just don’t want him taking risks."
"This isn’t taking risks, it’s just perfecting some methods," Ren Tu True Sage replied with a blank face—he’s always had a zombie face anyway. "On the battlefield, any kind of accident can happen. Preparing with a sense of awe is not wrong... forget it, you probably wouldn’t get it."
I totally get it, damn it, Fishing-Old-Man True Sage sneered. "Do as you like. The big battle hasn’t started yet anyway. Knock yourself out."
The fighting is actually ongoing all the time. The front-line battle can already be described as "extremely brutal," but the Insect Race has not yet投入 all its strength into the assault.
There are roughly two reasons. The first is that the Insect Race is still planning to ambush reinforcements.
If they were only going to take this star system, one hundred million insects might not be enough, but two hundred million would definitely do. Yet the Insect Race sent seven to eight hundred million in one go. Using such a massive number just to attack this one system would be absurd; clearly, it’s to cut off reinforcements.
The second reason is that, although the Insect Race is attacking fiercely, it has all along been following the principle of "optimal firepower allocation."
Simply put, there are just too many Insects. If they all swarmed in at once to focus fire... their firepower couldn’t even fully unfold!
For example, when wars in the Earth Realm are described as having heavy firepower, people often say "carpet bombing" or "the artillery plows the ground again and again," but nobody says "several carpets bomb simultaneously."
And a dense assault requires that the attacking Insects all show themselves—attacks that can turn corners are rare. That makes it easier for the defenders to strike back: fire off a random shot and you’ll kill three to five Insects; no need to even aim.
Any lifeform with a bit of IQ knows that attacking like that isn’t worth it. Even if you win, it might still amount to a loss.
So the Insect Race’s attacks right now are waves one after another, like surf. The intensity is high and keeps the defenders’ nerves taut, but it still hasn’t reached the stage of "regardless of cost"—even with their numbers, the Insects won’t just waste themselves casually.
But once it comes to the general offensive, that’ll be a different story.
Precisely for these two reasons, the two True Sages rarely make a move against Nascent Soul Bug Race—it’s not chaotic enough yet. Before the main course comes up, munching some sunflower seeds and sipping tea is better than nothing.
Nobody really feels this is the most critical moment right now, so everyone’s mood is relatively relaxed.
Ren Tu True Sage took Feng Jun for a lap around the Fourth, Sixth, and Eighth Planet. They didn’t stay long on each planet, only about half an hour or so, but even in that short time, it was enough for Feng Jun to mark thirty to forty footprints on each.
The last stop was the Fifth Planet, Xingzheng Main Star. This time, Ren Tu True Sage was even more straightforward: he directly tossed Feng Jun onto the surface and turned to leave. "This is as far as I’m helping you. As for how you get out... that’s your problem."
