Starforce Warriors

Lao Rui quickly told her that no one else knew about it, and she had not reported it to anyone. After all, Xue Xiangyang was Elder Lao’s beloved pet, so after she confirmed the news, she came to report to Elder Lao at the first opportunity. Lao Xinhua assured her that she had done very well and that she would report this to the clan and grant her the greatest reward.

“Thank you, Elder, I...” Lao Rui began to say. But before she could finish, her expression suddenly froze. She stared at her clan elder in disbelief and said, “Elder, why...why are you doing this?”

Lao Xinhua did not explain as she crushed Lao Rui’s source of life, killing her instantly. After double-checking, Lao Xinhua extracted the source poison from Lao Rui and carefully preserved it. Only then did she dispose of the corpse.

Lao Xinhua sighed. “I am sorry, Granny Rui. You have served the clan diligently for so many years, but I still had to kill you. I know you did it for my sake. But I could not bear to give up Xue Xiangyang. I’ve known for a long time that he was a traitor, but I just could not bring myself to harm him.

“The treasure was lost by the Hui Yao clan, and the ones who suffered the greatest casualties were the other clans. Even if Xue Xiangyang has stolen my source poison, I don’t care. As long as I can be with him forever, the lives and deaths of others have nothing to do with me.”

A trace of struggle appeared on Lao Xinhua’s cold and delicate face, but it quickly turned into a determined and resolute expression. Then, she turned around and left for the medicinal bath pool. The closer she got to the medicinal bath pool, the lighter her steps became and the brighter her smile grew.

***

There was an abandoned station at the port for toxic waste materials. This was the most dangerous place in the entire port, because it contained heaps of extremely toxic waste piled up like small mountains.

There were cultivation excretions from Reapers, pill residues, bones, and all kinds of domestic waste. Even high-level Reapers were unwilling to come here. If they stayed too long in this toxic environment, they would also contract deadly diseases, leading to a decline in their cultivation and eventual death.

Yet every once in a while, this place still needed to be cleaned. Thus, the ones who did the cleaning were human slaves. Human warriors, treated as consumables, paid with their lives to collect and process the toxic waste and pill residues produced by millions of Reapers at the port. These were then loaded onto starships and transported to a garbage planet for disposal.

Suddenly, more than a dozen blood-soaked figures tore through the sky, breaking the silence.

“Quick, stop the bleeding and hide your breath,” someone commanded.