Chapter 608: Main Text 608. I Know Someone, If He Is Willing to Act (1)

Book 608. I know someone—someone who, if willing, would step in (1)

Hai Ji Dao and Wu Tian. Lin.

Wu Tian’s appearance was that of an unremarkable, elderly man—small, plain, yet his eyes were sharp as blades, radiating authority and an oppressive weight.

Then came the cohort of twelfth-level martial cultivators, led by Aonon Turing.

The *Star Spirit Blossom* starship now faced an unprecedented crisis.

A terrifying pirate alliance, composed of five thirteenth-level space pirates, had shattered the *Star Spirit Blossom*’s defenses in a single, devastating exchange.

Though all combatants had swiftly retreated into the ship the moment the five thirteenth-level pirates emerged, even with the *Star Spirit Blossom*’s full defensive cover, over a dozen twelfth-level warriors still perished.

Perhaps the pirates weren’t even in a hurry to crush them outright.

Compared to the heavy silence suffusing the *Star Spirit Blossom*’s battle command chamber, the pirates seemed astonishingly relaxed—leisurely, almost amused.

Zi Yanxin watched the external situation through the internal surveillance screens.

Outside, the *Star Spirit Blossom* was encircled by a dense swarm of ships—varying in size, countless in number—alongside pirates of eleventh and twelfth levels, relentlessly bombarding the vessel without pause.

The colossal *Star Spirit Blossom*, once majestic, now resembled a great whale, besieged by a ravenous horde of predators, each tearing at its flesh with insatiable hunger.

The ship’s outer defense energy shield flickered—dimming under the relentless barrage, then surging back as reserves replenished—each cycle draining the *Star Spirit Blossom*’s stored power at an alarming rate.

And hovering near the ship’s perimeter stood five silhouettes—each one a thirteenth-level martial sovereign, a cosmic titan whose very presence warped the fabric of space.

They too struck—each blow infused with thirteenth-level Law-force, shaking the stars themselves, posing an even graver threat to the *Star Spirit Blossom*.

At this moment, the *Star Spirit Blossom* was utterly outmatched—not just in elite strength, but across every tier of combat capability.

The pirates boasted five thirteenth-level masters; the *Star Spirit Blossom* had only three: Hai Ji Dao, Wu Tian, and Babro.

And Babro, grievously wounded in the earlier ambush, retained less than thirty percent of his former power.

That meager force could not possibly safeguard the ship’s escape.

Zi Yanxin drew a slow breath, forcing calm, then issued swift orders:

“Immediately contact the Enforcement Division of the *Hunting Bow*, and urgently request aid from the nearest Sector Grand Star Lord. Reveal our identity—spare no cost to compel their intervention.”

Rescue.

This was Zi Yanxin’s first recourse.

If aid arrived from the Stellar Enforcement Department—or better yet, from a fourteenth-level Grand Star Lord overseeing hundreds of sectors—the current predicament would dissolve like mist before dawn.

Yet Zi Yanxin soon received a reply that darkened her expression.

“We cannot transmit the distress signal. They must be employing some form of signal-blocking technology or technique.”

“How long until we break through?”

The subordinate reporting trembled, sweat beading on his brow, stammering: “As of now… we have yet to find any viable method.”

“It is Law-force,” Wu Tian interjected calmly from beside her. “Five thirteenth-level martial sovereigns—enough to seal off this entire sector of space.”

He glanced briefly at Zi Yanxin, his eyes flashing with subtle brilliance, voice low: “Even if we somehow reached the Enforcement Division… by the time they arrived, it would already be too late.”

Zi Yanxin clenched her teeth—and finally abandoned the idea.

But she couldn’t help turning again to Wu Tian: “Then—could spatial jump bypass the blockade of five thirteenth-level masters?”

Wu Tian paused, then nodded. “Possibly.”

Zi Yanxin’s eyes lit up—hope flaring like a sudden spark—as she turned sharply to her aides:

“How much longer to fully charge for the next spatial jump?”

The subordinate replied instantly: “At least ten cosmic days.”

Normally, it wouldn’t take so long—but Zi Yanxin had previously diverted that very energy reserve to assist in capturing pirates, leaving them now to restart the charging process from scratch.

“Ten cosmic days…”

Her gaze shifted once more—desperate, pleading—to the three figures standing resolute in the chamber: Wu Tian, Hai Ji Dao, and Babro.

She blurted out: “I’ll pilot the *Star Spirit Blossom* with full coordination—can you three hold the line against the pirates for ten—”

But before she finished, a faint tremor shuddered through the floor beneath her feet.

The vibration made everyone in the chamber instinctively lift their heads, scanning the surroundings.

On the external monitors, chaos reigned outside—but inside, the ship’s holographic displays flashed crimson warnings, accompanied by a shrill, grating alarm.

“Ten cosmic days…” Wu Tian shook his head slowly. “Even if we fight again—three days, perhaps. No more.”

“Then three days!” Zi Yanxin gritted out.

Wu Tian merely looked at her—expression cold, silent, unmoved.

“We’re just hitching a ride,” interjected Zoi, the blue-haired girl beside him, voice edged with dry disdain. “We never sold our lives to you.”

A faint stir rippled through the grand hall, and the countenances of nearly everyone present began to shift and falter.

"Everyone, if you can only help the Asteria weather this crisis, I swear upon the honor of the Asteria family that I will surely

not treat you unfairly—"

Zi Yanxin was still attempting to leverage lavish rewards and compensation to salvage whatever she could.

But in the face of life and death, such promises rang exceedingly pale and hollow.

No one paid the slightest heed to Zi Yanxin's words; indeed, some had already begun to quietly retreat toward the exit of the combat readiness hall.

Reluctant to accept defeat, Zi Yanxin helplessly turned her imploring gaze once more toward Wu Tian.

As a consecrated powerhouse of the Asteria Chamber of Commerce, if Wu Tian could take the lead and make a stand, the situation would undoubtedly improve.

Yet Wu Tian merely stared back at Zi Yanxin with an expressionless visage, opening his mouth to say: "

Clinging to the ship at a time like this is truly too foolish an act.

I can only promise you that I will do my best to get you out."

Zi Yanxin parted her lips, wanting to speak, but found she knew not what to say.

Of course she knew how foolish it was to hold the line and defend the ship to the death.

But...

If the ship was gone, what difference was there between her being alive or dead?

Because of her errors in judgment, the family would lose an immortal-grade starship.

Even if she returned to the family alive, she feared that nothing awaited her but permanent imprisonment or exile.

Zi Yanxin's eyes fixed unblinkingly upon the star-bandits outside the ship, who were madly attacking the Asteria like a pack of jackals, her hands clenched tightly into fists.

She murmured under her breath: "Is there any other way? Is there any other way at all?"

Until the final moment, she truly did not wish to embark on the path of abandoning the ship and fleeing for her life alone.

Severing one's own arm to survive.

Pain.

It was truly too painful.

And just as the crowd in the combat readiness hall began to gradually make their way outside.

Just as Zoe, the blue-haired girl, was carefully supporting the wounded Pablo.

Just as Zi Yanxin's heart was being consumed bit by bit by despair.

Suddenly, a voice abruptly rang out in the hall.

"Actually, it is not entirely without a way."

This voice was like a bolt of lightning suddenly piercing the night sky, and the entire combat readiness hall fell abruptly silent.

Everyone's movements ground to a halt, and they subconsciously looked toward the direction of the voice all at once.

Snow-white long hair, a black combat suit, an indifferent expression that gave off a chilling air of aloofness.

One of the three rank-thirteen martial arts powerhouses aboard the Asteria—Gai Jidao!

If these words had come from anyone else's mouth, the crowd would likely have sneered in disdain, but coming from Gai Jidao...

A blazing fire of hope instantly ignited within Zi Yanxin's eyes.

"What way does Master Gai Jidao have?!"

Zi Yanxin lunged forward two steps, pressing the question with a hint of unbearable impatience.

Pablo and Zoe, the father and daughter who had already been on the verge of walking out of the combat readiness hall, could not help but stop their tracks, and Wu Tian also narrowed his eyes slightly, assuming an air of listening respectfully.

At this moment, the gazes of everyone converged upon Gai Jidao.

Gai Jidao, however, fell silent instead; he swept a glance over the scenery outside the ship and spoke with a touch of hesitation: "I know of

a person, who, if he is willing to take action,

should be able to help us break through the blockade of the five rank-thirteen star-bandits."

"Is that true?!"

Zi Yanxin was instantly overjoyed and inquired with urgent impatience: "Where is the person Gai Jidao speaks of right now? Does Master Gai Jidao possess some unique method to contact that person?"

The eyes of the others also lit up upon hearing this.

Five rank-thirteen star-bandits had joined forces to blockade this region of starry space, making it impossible for the ship to transmit messages to the outside world for help.

But if Gai Jidao had a means to contact a powerhouse on the outside, then that truly would be a way to break through.

After all, speaking from the bottom of their hearts, the people on board did not want to abandon the Asteria either.

Even if it did not concern their vital interests, few were willing to wander the starry void alone.

Moreover, once out of the ship, apart from a few rank-thirteens, how many of the remaining people possessed the confidence to escape the pursuit of the star-bandits?

The ferocious and malevolent star-bandits would hardly stand by and let them abandon ship and flee unmolested.

"That person... That person is on the ship right now!"

Someone preempted Gai Jidao, crying out with a somewhat peculiar expression.

This was a green-haired youth.

Many people recognized him; he was Gai Jidao's "disciple," Onon Turing, who stood alongside the blue-haired girl Zoe as a titan among the rank-twelfths.

Right on the ship?

The moment Onon Turing's words left his mouth, everyone was instantly stunned.

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