Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Star Network Approves Fundraising Plan

Nian Shutong’s reminder had the two bald Big Men profusely apologizing to Fu Yunhe.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s my fault, all my fault.”

Standing behind Nian Shutong, Fu Yunhe soothed his disobedient heart and nodded calmly, signaling that he had accepted their apologies.

Nian Shutong got up satisfied, stood to the side, and made way for the two men, her face donning a benign smile.

“Please.”

The Big Man with a dagger still in his leg was on the verge of tears, how am I supposed to walk?

“Oh… look at my memory.” With a mere flick of her finger, Nian Shutong drew an arc in the air, and the Qing-colored dagger turned into specks of starlight and disappeared.

If it weren’t for the bloody holes on the Big Man’s leg constantly oozing red blood, the bystanders would have thought it was all an illusion.

This move once again sent shivers down the spines of the two Big Men, they knew they had seriously messed up.

The two of them, leaning on each other, walked far away, very far; leaving this section of the Starship wasn’t enough–they kept walking to the very end of the spacecraft.

They never wanted to encounter this woman again in their lives; as for revenge? Out of the question.

Maybe these two weren’t good people, but they knew facing someone ruthless like Nian Shutong again would mean only one possible outcome if they provoked her.

On the other side, Nian Shutong didn’t care about what had just happened; she was only frowning at the bloodstains on the floor.

“Ah… still lacking in experience. To kill a thousand enemies is to lose a patch of one’s own ground.”

“Phfft… cough cough cough…” A man sitting nearby, slightly stout and a bit short, stood up apologetically and said to Nian Shutong, “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“No problem.” Nian Shutong waved it off and prepared to sit down, accepting the dirtiness.

“Why don’t you sit here with me? I have empty seats on both sides.” The man didn’t like sitting next to others and, being on the heavier side, often bought three seats to ensure having both sides to himself.

“Thank you, but it’s not necessary, we’ll just clean it up.” After Nian Shutong finished speaking, Fu Yunhe had already taken out a bottle of cleaning spray and quickly sprayed it a few times, making the bloodstains disappear.

Such skill, such speed, could they be any more practised?

Not only Nian Shutong thought so, but the others nearby did as well, even thinking that these two were a pair: one to slay, the other to clean up the battlefield.

Neither of them was to be trifled with.

“Professional.” Nian Shutong gave Fu Yunhe a thumbs up in praise.

“There’s even more professional stuff.” Fu Yunhe stored the cleaning spray then pulled out two thin white boxes, placing one on the seat next to him and pressing the adjacent button; the box popped open.

The unfolded box, thin as cicada wings and resembling a net, stretched over the entire chair without leaving a single gap.

“Sit without worry, it’s very durable, and since it’s disposable, you don’t need to concern yourself with who sat here before.”

Nian Shutong curiously touched the film, not knowing the material, but found it wasn’t slippery at all, and she could clearly feel the texture of the chair beneath, despite the layer of film.

“Perfect.” Nian Shutong sat down comfortably, a hint of a refreshing scent making her even more comfortable, perfectly isolating her from the Big Man’s sweat and blood residue.

By then, Fu Yunhe had also sat down and took out two more items.

He first pulled out a table attachment next to his chair and placed a flask on it, saying, “Honey water.”

“Here’s an eye mask too, in case you’re tired and want to take a nap.”

Nian Shutong looked at the items on the table and then glanced upwards at Fu Yunhe’s handsome profile, admiring it for a moment.

“Xiao He, where did you get all this stuff? Are you always ready to flee?”

It wasn’t that she suspected him; it was just that he seemed too well-prepared.

“Heh heh…” Fu Yunhe let out a chuckle as clear as a bubbling spring, “I wouldn’t dare run away.”

Then, he took out a white blanket and handed it to Nian Shutong, bending down to press a button under the chair, which then unfolded, allowing one to recline across the entire seat.

“These items were all purchased along with the ticket. We’re going to be jumping space for ten hours, so it’s better to be comfortable.”

At this point, Nian Shutong was tucked with a neck pillow by Fu Yunhe, lying on the chair, feeling comfortable and warm.

“Comfortable?”

“I feel sleepy.” Nian Shutong was so comfortable she didn’t want to open her eyes.

Fu Yunhe, looking at the rare lazy side of Nian Shutong, said, “Have a good sleep, after the starship takes off, there won’t be any trouble, because that’s not allowed.”

He knew that Nian Shutong must rarely sleep–nobody’s strength increases out of thin air.

Nian Shutong lazily opened one eye, glanced at Fu Yunhe, and said, “Remember to wake me up.”

“Don’t worry, without you, I can’t go anywhere.”

Fu Yunhe wasn’t joking. With his current strength, his sense of security came entirely from Nian Shutong beside him.

Nian Shutong had already closed her eyes, a hint of a smile lingering on her lips, and soon she really fell asleep.

It wasn’t that she was overly trusting, for even if she trusted Fu Yunhe, she couldn’t trust his frail health!

She relied on Daodao.

In the Sea of Consciousness, Daodao wasn’t resting or cultivating; he was caught in a dilemma over which book to “move” next. Should he go with Immortal Hero again? Wouldn’t that be a bit repetitive?

Uncertain, Daodao simply took to his Star Blog account and posted a message.

Text Mover: For the next book, what do you want to read? Choose from Martial Arts, Immortal Hero, or Detective. The one with the most likes, I’ll pick in five days.

The message had just been sent, but the popularity of Immortal Slaying still lingered, so many readers were following the Text Mover’s account.

“Hey Wengong, has your account been hacked?”

“Can you even hack accounts on the Star Network?”

“Though the chances are slim, what does that message mean?”

“Really clueless, aren’t you? For someone who’s only written one book, you sure have the nerve to let netizens choose the genre for you.”

“Ay! Young people can’t seem to grasp their own limitations.”

“Wengong, big boss, I’d really like to believe in you, but you’re biting off more than you can chew.”

“Indeed.”

“Just keep writing Immortal Hero novels, it could solidify your fan base. Why look for trouble?”

“Isn’t this just making things uncomfortable for yourself? Which author allows the readers to pick the genre? Are you that confident?”

“I must say, no one can be proficient in every genre.”

“Am I the only one curious about what Martial Arts is? What’s Detective?”

“Who cares! I vote for Detective. Sounds cool!”

“I’ll join in the fun, I’m for Martial Arts.”

“Still pushing for Immortal Hero! It’s good!”

The comment section below was a towering high-rise of responses: 90% disbelief, 5% skeptical, and 5% joining in for fun, giving suggestions.

The literary culture of the interstellar society was also quite barren. Most were about Mecha supremacy, battling the Insect Race, blood-pumping action tales, and of course, the eternally divine genre of romance.

Regardless, the categories Daodao wanted were finally beginning to receive likes.

As for what the netizens said, Daodao didn’t care in the slightest–he wasn’t alone! The support of millions of Earth authors was behind him.

Having sent the message, Daodao had nothing else to do and had no interest in cultivation; he just quietly guarded Nian Shutong, allowing her to sleep peacefully.

At this time, Fu Yunhe was feeling somewhat troubled.

“Bro, where did you get all this from?”

“I never knew you could prepare so much for a starship ride?”

“How did you think of all this? It’s amazing!”