Published: February 13, 2025
Ye Zhongming frowned as he spoke, finding the outcome somewhat unexpected.
The demon whale was undoubtedly a mutated life form, with its magic crystal on its forehead serving as clear evidence.
However, the several beings of the ninth level within him did not possess any magic crystals.
Of course, this did not mean they were all parasites; after all, they had a host-parasite relationship with the demon whale. If they all had independent magic crystals, then they might not be able to mutually depend on each other.
Ye Zhongming was certain that the one in the head was a parasite because he had seen an introduction to such parasites in the Library Palace.
The introduction mentioned that it would parasitize other life forms and, in a relatively short period, cause the host to lose its original vitality and abilities, only possessing a fierce, fearless combat style and immense physical strength.
The demon whale clearly had not undergone such changes; to a certain extent, it seemed it could still utilize the abilities of this parasite.
What did this mean? Did it imply that as long as one was strong enough, they could gain the upper hand in the fight against such parasitic life?
Or was it that the parasite was doing this on purpose, waiting for the demon whale to grow stronger before suddenly controlling it to provide more nutrients for the host species?
After careful thought, Ye Zhongming felt that the second possibility was more likely. After all, during all these years, such situations must have occurred on other planets, but there were no records of the All Races of the Universe being unharmed after being parasitized.
If that was the case, Ye Zhongming began to understand a bit about how the slave race gathered energy.
“Let’s extract the Moon Age Gold; let Sister Hong handle the rest,” Ye Zhongming said, then recollected something and asked how much Moon Age Gold was produced from the parasite he had brought back, nodding in satisfaction after Le Da Yuan mentioned a number.
“This is just a small part of the Moon Age Gold reserves in Cloud Summit,” Xia Lei suddenly said, playfully winking at her man.
“Oh? How much is there?” Ye Zhongming asked, slightly surprised.
The slave race on Earth was still juvenile, and Earth wasn’t a large star; the quantity and quality of parasites should be average, so the amount of Moon Age Gold should be limited.
“Over nine figures,”
Xia Lei's number astonished Ye Zhongming immensely.
“So much?”
Recalling the news he heard yesterday, Ye Zhongming looked at Xia Lei and asked, “Is this from Plum City?”
“Half of it; the rest will be exterminated as soon as our teams find traces of parasites in various locations,”
Xia Lei replied proudly, “This is the benefit of unified national districts; all the territories are ours, allowing us to enforce our will.”
Ye Zhongming was surprised to return with such a gain while also gaining a deeper understanding of the relentless cultivation of agents by the All Races of the Universe.
Can a single planet generate so much profit? And this was only from a small area over roughly a year.
What if it was a larger star? Wouldn’t the profits multiply by several times every cosmic year?
The All Races of the Universe primarily provide some ninth-level magic crystals to cultivate agents, but they demand plenty in return.
No wonder those super races can be so powerful; they suck blood relentlessly.
“Alright, you can talk about it later,” Sister Hong interrupted their conversation, then pulled Ye Zhongming to an empty testing platform.
“Be good, lie down, and let me draw some blood.”
Xia Lei, Le Da Yuan, Tang Tian, and Shengyuan laughed from behind, finding Ye Zhongming's somewhat awkward expression amusing.
“You might not be able to do that,”
Ye Zhongming said as he lay on the testing platform, noticing Sister Hong taking out a needle. He took it from her, fiddled with it casually, and added some materials, changing the needle to a purple grade.