"Itās not very difficult to modify a few numbers and make them look the same twice."
"But I do need a business association in the āKasha Civilization Federationā to do some work for me, maybe try collaborating a few times and see how it goes."
"Iām thinking..."
"With such a big resource base, since the āKasha Civilizationā has so many resources to create wormholes, we should look for opportunities in the āKasha Civilization Federationā and we might earn a lot of iron ore."
After allā
Nearby, thereās just this one mineral planet. Once this mineral planet is mined out, the nearest one is another mining planet 378 light years away.
Creating a wormhole that spans 378 light years is too expensive.
Even if I could afford it, I wouldnāt make much profit.
The āKasha Civilization Federationā is definitely a place to go.
But how to get there is up for discussion.
I canāt go back with the middle-aged man, what if there are people guarding the tail end of the wormhole? If I go over and say I donāt know Qiu Yisao, just passing through, that reason might hardly ensure my survival.
But...
Chen Mang leaned against the chair and suddenly laughed, a bit helpless, as he tossed a strawberry into his mouth. This guy had a really gutsy demeanor, which somewhat implies both bravery and strategy, though a bit more on the brave side.
Indeed, brave.
...
"At least a Third-level Civilization!"
Inside the Level-27 Mechanical Train compartment, Qiu Yisao summoned all the train captains of the association to his compartment, pointed at the Fixed Star train speeding off into the cosmic depths outside the window, and gazed seriously at everyone as he spoke solemnly.
"I talked to this person for over three hours, covered a lot."
"What is certain is, heās definitely not some Interstellar Pirate."
"I suspect heās at least a high-ranking person from a Third-level Civilization. For one, the strength of his train is just unbelievable, and he has an updatable āStar System Mapā."
"Logically speakingā"
"The āStar System Mapā is a remnant from the extinction of the Mechanical Civilization, but heās definitely not from the civilizations in this region, given that heās almost completely unfamiliar with information about this area, plus, he doesnāt even have a āTranslatorā."
"Do you know what this implies?"
A man with a stubbly beard hesitated and said, "Does it imply this person is from a quite backward civilization?"
"Wrong."
Qiu Yisao shook his head seriously, "It implies this personās civilization has achieved a great unification, not a part of the āCivilization Federationā, fundamentally not needing the existence of a āTranslatorā."
"The only question Iām puzzled by now is, since heās not from this region, how did he manage to acquire something like a āStar System Mapā."
"Or perhaps other regions have developed similar methods."
"The Level-10 Supermodel Effect of āSpace-Time Teleportationā is to create a random wormhole leading to any corner of the universe, I suspect this is how he got here, although this effect requires a large consumption of resources."
"I have a thought."
"Since heās from an Advanced Civilization, his vision must be broader, seeing further, and from his words, it seemed he is looking for a representative within the āKasha Civilization Federationā."
"If we could establish a deep partnership with him, maybe weāll never have to live this life of licking blood off the knife edge again."
"Heās new here, unfamiliar with this place, precisely the time to use people."
"What do you guys think?"
The crowd exchanged glances.
"Master Qiu, whatever you decide, weāre all with you. Youāve got the best head on your shoulders, whatever you say, weāll do."
"Alright!"
Qiu Yisao took a deep breath, "Having your words is enough for me."
...
Three hours of conversation is neither short nor long.
The exchange wasnāt entirely detailed.
Upon parting with Qiu Yisao, he let Qiu Yisao return with a copy of rough regional information, now, Chen Mang was sitting inside the train compartment slowly reviewing it.
Thereās still a journey of thirty to forty hours before reaching the mineral planet.
"Attack Energy Range?"
"..."
Chen Mang glanced thoughtfully at the information scrolling across the screen.
The so-called energy range is actually akin to levels.
An energy range of 5000 signifies an attack strength of Level 50.
No difference.
Just a change of term.
The information in the database isnāt complete, only roughly mentioning, as if something happened that caused such level designations to turn into energy ranges, it seems the classes between levels werenāt absolutely dominant, vaguely hinted but casually mentioned.
What intrigued him even more wasā
There actually exists a āCultivation Civilizationā.
Usually, training depends on iron ore, breakthroughs, crafting Spiritual Treasures depend on Murphy Stone, and making talismans relies on copper ore...
Yet, in this kind of civilization.
There is no naming of iron ore.
They prefer to call it, Spirit Stone.
"Ah, a Spirit Stone indeed."
Chen Mangās expression was slightly peculiar, gazing at the various information on the screen. He had long known that all civilizationsā abilities stem from āCore Energyā, just their modes of utilising them differ, with trains being one form.
But the civilizations heād encountered generally relied on trains, like Qiu Yisao.
This was his first time seeing, using iron ore for cultivation...
A practitioner at the Golden Core Stage can single-handedly withstand a Level 20 train.
"Truly outrageous."
Chen Mang sighed deeply, reclining against the chair back, rubbing his temples lightly as he murmured, "So my Fixed Star is just a Level-27 Mechanical Train, in a cultivation civilization, itās considered a half-step Nascent Soul?"
"Iāve been developing for so long, and Iām not even at Nascent Soul yet?"
"Need to seize an opportunity to see."
"I donāt believe a Nascent Soul practitioner can withstand my Fixed Star, one shot of Akanon Light Energy Main Cannon, how could they possibly withstand it!"