The woman in the footage carried an air of crisp competence.
Her name was Su Zhuo, CEO of PaleoTech. She had another identity as well... Yu Xian's maternal aunt!
Ever since his mother passed away from illness, Aunt Su Zhuo had resented Yu Xian's father for failing to take good care of her sister. She had even moved away from Silver City to Tianjing City. Even so, every Chinese New Year, she would reach out to Yu Xian and send her new year blessings.
Back when Yu Xian was diagnosed with ALS, he had actually tried to contact her, but his calls never went through.
At the time, he could barely keep himself alive and lacked the strength to look into it. As time dragged on, he gradually let it go. Never had he imagined they would meet again under circumstances like these—with his own aunt reduced to a puppet of the Namo race!
"When did this happen?"
"Could the aunt I knew in my childhood have been an act put on by the Namo race all along?"
Yu Xian's rational mind could no longer rein in the surge of familial love. In an instant, he teleported from outer space straight into a lavish residence in Tianjing City, his eyes fixed on his aunt's back.
Super Smell instantly gathered every scent across all of Tianjing City. In a mere hundredth of a second, Super Brain deduced everything that had transpired within the city over the past ten years.
Six years ago, when Yu Xian was eleven, his aunt had arrived in Tianjing City.
She interviewed and landed a job at PaleoTech Co., Ltd., a company specializing in ancient organism resurrection technology. Its founder was Dr. Zhou Zhuo, a PhD in Transcendent Biology.
Two years after joining PaleoTech, she and Zhou Zhuo fell in love and married.
A year and a half later, while collecting prehistoric creature feces out in the wild, Zhou Zhuo encountered a Tiger-rank beast and died an untimely death.
Grief-stricken over losing her beloved, his aunt had no choice but to shoulder the banner of PaleoTech alone.
Under her leadership, PaleoTech not only avoided decline but grew stronger by the day, even successfully cloning an Archaeopteryx.
This rocketed PaleoTech to fame, its market value skyrocketing, and catapulted his aunt into the ranks of the country's most prominent wealthy women.
Yet right around the time Yu Xian was diagnosed with ALS, the Namo race set their sights on her company. Believing this ancient organism resurrection technology would be immensely valuable for freeing their kin on Mars, a Namo member deployed a spiritual tsunami to shatter his aunt's mind and possessed her body, taking complete control over all of PaleoTech's technology and wealth.
Shortly after she was murdered, Yu Xian had called his aunt pleading for help.
Deeming Yu Xian's connection worthless, the Namo race simply blacklisted his number.
Back then, Yu Xian had hit rock bottom, drifting through days in a daze. It was inevitable that darker thoughts would fester. Compounded by news broadcasts showing his aunt glamorously attending high-profile conferences, he assumed she had struck it rich and no longer wanted anything to do with a poor relative like him. Thus, he severed all expectations and never tried to contact her again.
"..."
Now, faced with the truth, Yu Xian's eyes widened to their limits, bloodshot threads spidering across his eyeballs.
Scenes of the past flashed through his mind: being cradled as an infant while his aunt softly hummed lullabies; frolicking under the sunshine with her when he was little; resting peacefully against her back when his legs gave out during a hike; weeping in each other's embrace when his mother passed away...
Without him realizing it, two streaks of tears slowly trailed down from the corners of his eyes.
His aunt had already been murdered over a year ago.
She had never been a snob looking down on her impoverished relative.
On the contrary, she had always kept him in her heart, deciding to bring him to Tianjing City for his studies the moment his father died.
Among the countless traces of information gathered, innumerable tiny details testified that his aunt had never stopped caring for him—right up until her death, she had been preparing the bedding and clothes for him to move in.
"Bastards..."
"Bastards!"
"Bastards, bastards, bastards!"
Yu Xian was consumed by a fury unlike anything he had ever felt. Every single cell in Super Brain brimmed with wrath. His heart hammered wildly at a thousand beats per second. As his blood boiled, every water molecule coming into contact with his body flashed into rolling billows of steam.
Only then did the Namo possessing Su Zhuo finally sense something amiss.
It spun around immediately, its eyes widening the very next instant as it stared in horror at Yu Xian, who looked like a demonic god.
Billows of steam poured from the black armor encasing Yu Xian's body. His eyes radiated an enraged red glare, and the giant serpent coiled around him flushed crimson, appearing ready to ignite at any moment.
Su Zhuo took a step back, parting her lips to scream for help.
*Boom!*
In a flash, Yu Xian materialized before Su Zhuo, sweeping his right arm around her waist to pull her close. But the giant serpent coiled around his frame bored straight through Su Zhuo's body, violently blasting the possessing Namo clean out of her.
The serpent shoved the Namo all the way out of the high-rise building before snapping its jaws around it and flinging it skyward.
Yu Xian gently set Aunt Su Zhuo down. Then, enveloped in crimson light, he appeared high in the sky in the blink of an eye. Falsehood Divine Power cloaked his entire body as he rained frenzied punches down on the Namo hurled upward by the serpent.
"Aaargh!"
Punch after wrathful punch landed, warping the Namo's form like dough under a rolling pin.
Yet in truth, this did not inflict any significant harm. Coming to its senses from the initial panic, a flash of relief flickered across the Namo's expression.
"Bastard, filthy beast!"
Yu Xian was already beside himself with rage. Seeing that look, something inside his soul seemed to snap with a sharp crack, and pure fury erupted from the depths of his being.
The hands clad in Falsehood Divine Power suddenly ignited with blood-red flames. With a single strike, a gaping hole was blasted through the Namo's body.
"How is this possible—divine power?!"
"No, spare me! Don't kill me!"
The Namo, who had just been congratulating itself on Yu Xian's inability to hurt it, looked down at the massive cavity in its chest and shrieked in sheer terror.
Immediately after, it was drowned beneath Yu Xian's furious fists. Each strike clad in blood-red fire dealt catastrophic damage, and amidst agonizing shrieks, Yu Xian blasted it into utter oblivion until not a trace remained.
"Namo race!"
Even after obliterating the Namo that had possessed his aunt, Yu Xian's fury remained unquenched.
From that moment on, he teleported across the entire country in rapid succession. Prominent figures secretly controlled by the Namo race were ambushed by the giant serpent in an instant, their spiritual bodies blasted out of their hosts, only to face a storm of wrathful, flaming punches.
Back at Qilin headquarters, the phone on Yu Lie's desk rang incessantly. Yu Lie sat with his hands clasped and his eyes calmly shut.
"Minister, is this really going to be all right?" Cheng Caitian, Director of the Drug R&D Division, asked with deep concern.
The scale of this was simply terrifying. Calls from various factions were flooding into Qilin, clearly aiming to exert maximum pressure to force Qilin to mobilize and rein in Yu Xian without delay.
Keeping his eyes closed, Yu Lie replied placidly, "I have already confirmed Little Yu's mental state. What we need to do now is serve as his most steadfast shield—to trust and support him unconditionally, anytime, anywhere!"
He was certain Yu Xian was entirely lucid.
And since Yu Xian had no issues, that meant certain others were likely the ones not thinking clearly.
Just then, the ringing abruptly ceased, plunging the entire office into silence. Yu Lie narrowed his eyes at the phone, waiting for the final result.
"Aaargh!"
"Spare me! Aaaaargh!"
"Kill me, just kill me, aaaargh!"
High above a certain city, Yu Xian gripped a Namo member by the neck with his right hand, his fist ablaze with blood-red fire. The Namo shrieked and writhed in agony like a victim strapped to a bronze torture pillar, yet Yu Xian paid it no heed, simply pulling out his phone to dial Yu Lie's number.
The moment Yu Lie answered, Yu Xian spoke: "Minister, all domestic enemies have been eradicated!"
As he spoke, he tightened his grip. Flames engulfed the Namo in an instant. He closed his eyes, listening to the agonizing shrieks like heavenly music.
This was merely the beginning. Next, every single Namo on Mars had to die!
Chapter 134