Chapter Twenty-Two: The Stubborn Dragon Spear

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Stubborn Dragon Lance

Yunyang thought this young man must have played too many games—why not just ask him to conjure up a Fire Qilin? A golden dagger can’t exactly prove your identity. After all the shouting, the task still needed to be done—there were missions to complete.

The golden dagger was gone, but Yunyang etched an abstract dragon onto the boy’s dagger. It looked supremely impressive, but was ultimately useless—perhaps not even as good as the original blood groove for letting blood flow.

The young man left happily, and only then did Yunyang notice the glass of water on the table. He thanked Angel Qingxue, then teased her gently, “Qingxue, what brings you here? Don’t tell me you missed me?”

To his surprise, Angel Qingxue answered candidly, “Yes, my idol—no, Yunyang—I missed you. More precisely, I missed your abilities.”

Now Yunyang was interested; she missed his abilities? What could she mean?

Seeing Yunyang silent, Angel Qingxue continued, “Yunyang, you once said you could heal injuries and restore energy, right?”

Looking at the hopeful expression on her beautiful face, Yunyang nodded a little, somewhat dazed.

Having received his affirmation, Angel Qingxue leaned her entire body onto the table, her eyes shining with anticipation. “My idol, help me replenish my energy. Right now, I can only survive by absorbing a tiny bit of solar energy each day through the Flame Sword. I can’t even afford to activate the Wings of Time and Space.”

Her lovely face was so close that their noses nearly touched. Yunyang felt his throat dry up, swallowing hard, about to agree.

Just then, a cough interrupted them. Old Li entered, saw Yunyang and Qingxue almost pressed together, and instantly felt annoyed, making a very deliberate cough.

Angel Qingxue turned her head, saw Old Li, called out “Uncle Li,” then immediately turned back, still full of expectation.

Old Li stayed, continuing to stare at the pair. Finally, Yunyang couldn’t take it anymore and said, “Hey, Old Li, why are you so idle today? Don’t you need to plan the marching routes?”

“You little rascal. When you need something, it’s ‘Uncle Li’; when you don’t, it’s ‘Old Li’. You’re getting too clever,” Old Li, the commander, said helplessly.

Yunyang smiled and said nothing.

Seeing Yunyang ignore him, Old Li dropped the previous topic and got to business. “You can heal injuries, right? Yesterday, some of our soldiers were disabled—most had their ears deafened by blasts, some suffered limb injuries. Our medical corps is limited. Can you take a look?”

He didn’t need to say more; Yunyang understood. “Alright, I’ll try,” he replied, not daring to guarantee anything. Minor wounds he could manage, but he’d never tried restoring missing limbs.

The three of them entered the infirmary. The smell of disinfectant filled the air, with busy medics bustling about and wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages. Some tried to salute Old Li, but most were so badly injured they could only move their arms slightly, unable to complete the gesture.

Old Li returned their gesture with a solemn military salute, saying, “In this place, the wounded matter most. This is the first and last time—I hope no one delays their treatment for formalities again. If they do, I’ll put them in confinement.”

His voice was loud enough that every nurse glared at him angrily, though none dared speak up. Facing their burning gazes, Old Li added sheepishly, “Really, this is the last time.”

Clearly Old Li had shouted here plenty before; every nurse’s eyes blazed with fury.

Yunyang consulted with a soldier missing an arm, then began his first experiment.

Activating Quantum Control, he marked the target, detected the injury—proceed with treatment: yes.

Analyzing target’s physical structure...
1%... 70%... 100%...

Analysis complete. Reconstructing target’s left arm...
1%... 70%... 100%...

Target’s left arm reconstruction complete.

Before everyone’s eyes, the soldier’s once-empty left sleeve was now filled by a fresh, pale arm. This was no ordinary medical miracle—it was limb regeneration without any equipment.

Though she couldn’t do it herself, Qingxue wasn’t surprised; angels had their own medics, capable of pulling someone back as long as they weren’t completely dead. Seeing Yunyang’s result, Angel Qingxue grew even more confident about restoring her own energy.

That night, Yunyang returned to his tent feeling elated. He’d been thanked all afternoon, almost believing himself a savior. Good thing his mind was strong; healing ordinary people was nothing special. He aspired to become the Lord of Life itself, even if his guidance system was a little unreliable.

As soon as he entered the tent, before he could sit down, Angel Qingxue walked in, as if she’d known exactly when he’d return.

She called out sweetly, “My idol,” but said nothing more. Yunyang caught her meaning, waved his hand, and said, “Alright, alright, you’re the sweetest. Come, let me recharge you.” Truth be told, Yunyang still didn’t know Qingxue’s age.

The two walked to an open field. Once they stopped, Yunyang asked, “What kind of energy do you need? Give me a sample so I can analyze it.”

“Stellar energy is fine. I can convert it myself,” Angel Qingxue replied.

Receiving her answer, Yunyang activated his abilities, marked Qingxue, and used his own energy to manifest a stream of stellar energy. The conversion rate was decent—one unit of his energy could generate about 0.75 units of stellar energy. But Yunyang had plenty of energy; after all, the sun’s twenty-thousand-year lifespan wasn’t for nothing. Although it wasn’t stored in his genetic engine, the system put it somewhere, and whenever he needed it, the system would refill him.

In less than half an hour, Angel Qingxue’s energy was restored to eighty percent. She felt it was enough; with this foundation, she could now channel dark energy herself. That’s right—not stellar energy. Angels didn’t use stellar energy as their primary power source, but dark energy directly. Stellar energy was too violent; no super warrior would use it as a regular reserve—even the Sun Lords were the same.

After a week of hard work, Yunyang completed his mission and received one Life Point.

Now Yunyang had two Life Points and one Advanced Life Transition Ticket. The ticket was too precious to use carelessly, but Life Points weren’t as important. He decided to use one.

After much thought, Yunyang realized he still lacked a weapon. He decided to craft one for himself. Firearms were out—super warriors wielding guns was far too mundane.

Then he remembered he had an angelic companion. Maybe she had something good. He decided to ask.

Yunyang went to Angel Qingxue’s tent, tapped the curtain, and called, “Qingxue, are you there?”

“I am. Yunyang, what brings you here?” she replied.

Yunyang entered and said, “You always come looking for me; can’t I come visit you for a change?”

“No, I didn’t mean it that way.” Qingxue was sitting on her bed, reading a book on nursing. After all, she was staying with the medics and had to help out.

“Alright, I won’t tease you. I came to ask if you have any spare weapons—I’d like to have one.” He hesitated, then decided to be honest. If he borrowed, he’d likely never return it; if he bought, he had no currency, and angels didn’t use money anyway.

Angel Qingxue paused, thinking. Yunyang really didn’t have a weapon. She said, “I only have one Flame Sword; I can’t give it to you.” She paused again. That sentence nearly dashed Yunyang’s hopes, but then Qingxue continued, “However, I do have some weapons eliminated by the Angel City. Would you like to take a look?”

She really shouldn’t have paused like that—he’d thought she was out of weapons.

“Sure, show me,” Yunyang said.

Qingxue produced four—no, three items from the void. One was a suit embroidered with golden patterns. Yunyang thought Qingxue would look wonderful wearing it.

The other three were a dagger, a spear, and a short javelin. Knowing Yunyang couldn’t distinguish them, Qingxue kindly explained: the dagger was a Flame-grade weapon; the spear was a Godslayer weapon, though replaced by a higher Sun-grade version, but still very powerful; and the short javelin was also a Godslayer weapon—a Lightning Pike, same as the one used in the Demons’ Red 49 contest.

After a careful (and aesthetically motivated) selection, Yunyang chose the Lightning Pike—its name was just too appealing.

With his new weapon, Yunyang returned to his tent to upgrade it.

He opened the system, selected a Life Point, and chose to upgrade the newly acquired Lightning Pike.

Five minutes later, the upgrade failed, but he gained an ability.

Name: Stubborn Lightning Pike
Ability: Spear of Sure Hit
Description: This is a stubborn weapon. Once a target is chosen and the spear is thrown, it will accelerate indefinitely until it strikes the enemy.

A simple yet somewhat frightening ability—throw it, and it’s guaranteed to hit. This was almost a divine artifact, especially since the base weapon was a Godslayer.

Yunyang looked at the transformed Lightning Pike—it should now be called the Dragon Lance. Its black shaft and bright silver tip were set into an openwork dragon-shaped guard formed by four blades. The tip alone took up a third of the weapon’s length (for details, refer to Zhao Yun’s white steward spear in the popular mobile game).

Admiring his dramatically transformed weapon, Yunyang felt immeasurably satisfied. After all, it cost him a whole reservoir of energy—not only was it flashier and more stylish, but its internal dark matter engine had been strengthened as well. That was the real energy drain. Though not quite on par with Liu Chuang’s Godslayer Axe, it wasn’t far behind—Liu Chuang’s axe could cleave planets, and Yunyang believed his Dragon Lance could easily pierce one.