High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

After glancing at Geng Lianhu's reaction, it became clear that he was also quite surprised by the technological level of the Celestial Race.

The two exchanged a glance and got into the high-tech hovercar together.

"Don't be surprised, because the Celestial Race's sky islands are entirely man-made, which is why these hovercrafts are useful."

Yang Yan noticed their reactions and explained the situation to them.

"The upper part of the sky island is the living and training area, and the lower part is the energy area."

"Where exactly did you come from?" Chen Mo couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

This level of technology could not possibly be native to Earth, and the Celestial Race appeared suddenly one day.

"I don't know." Yang Yan shook his head; he was indeed not lying about this.

"We only know one thing, and that is to fight."

"Everything else is controlled by the Sky Island's own AI."

"..." Chen Mo frowned. Why did he feel that the world he was in was becoming more and more complicated?

Regardless of whether Yang Yan's claims are true or false, there are currently four known intelligent races.

The Abyss Clan, the Celestial Clan, the Snow Maiden in the Ice Cave, and the Human Clan.

Leaving aside the three brainless monsters—the Abyss Beast, the Sea Beast, and the Void Demon—their threat is not that great.

Chen Mo and the Abyss Warriors have already fought. The power they used was not blood and qi, but the abyss energy from within the abyss.

The Celestial Race, like the Human Race, utilizes the vital energy and blood nurtured within the human body.

Furthermore, judging from the technology possessed by the Abyss Warriors, they must have been a highly advanced civilization in the past.

The Celestial Race goes without saying; they are now a highly advanced civilization...

"Chen Mo, what brings you to the Celestial Race this time?"

Seeing that Chen Mo remained silent, Yang Yan asked.

"Something's happened. Yang Zuo was seriously injured and is still unconscious."

Chen Mo's thoughts were interrupted, and he turned his head to look at Yang Yan.

"We tried many methods to wake him up, but Yang Zuo didn't respond at all."

"Why save him?" Yang Yan's words stunned Chen Mo and Geng Lianhu. Chen Mo couldn't even control his expression.

"For a soldier, dying in battle is the most honorable thing."

"His defeat has already brought shame upon the Celestial Race. Dying in battle is the best way to erase this disgrace."

"He probably thought the same thing, which is why he remained in a coma."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Chen Mo's forehead veins bulged as he suddenly stood up.

Geng Lianhu, standing to the side, also stared at Yang Yan with hostility. He knew that the Celestial Race was cold, but he did not expect them to be cold to this extent.

They don't even care about their own flesh and blood...

"Your current emotion... should be called anger, right?"

A barely perceptible ripple flashed in Yang Yan's eyes as he carefully examined Chen Mo's current state.

"It's an interesting emotion, but please don't continue to be angry. I'm just stating the facts."

"The Celestial Race is born without emotions; they judge everything with extreme rationality."

"Healing a non-Grandmaster combat unit is undoubtedly a waste of resources; those resources could be used to train the next combat unit."

"Admittedly, Yang Zuo's supernatural powers are unique, but we have preserved his genetic sample and can replicate it at any time."

"The premise is that he is already dead; otherwise, his genetic sample will remain sealed indefinitely."

Chen Mo, who was originally furious, froze on the spot, and then slowly sat down.

No wonder they are said to be emotionless fighting machines, even prioritizing their own interests when dealing with their own flesh and blood.

People with Chen Mo's personality really can't understand this kind of thinking.

"If you want to bring Yangzuo back to his senses, I can offer my assistance."

"But the premise is an equivalent exchange."

Yang Yan's expression remained normal, as if he were talking about something trivial.

What do you want?

Chen Mo's expression was resolute; he wouldn't let his brother lie there like a potted plant.

"Chen Mo!"

Geng Lianhu grabbed Chen Mo's shoulder; the demands made by this group of emotionless "weapons" were not simple!

What equivalent exchange? These bastards are trying to extort money from us.

"Specific details can be discussed in the administrator center; this is not a good place to do business."

Yang Yan's face revealed his signature mechanical smile, as if someone had programmed them to only smile like that.

"Don't act impulsively. Don't let saving others get you into trouble again."

Geng Lianhu grabbed Chen Mo's shoulders and stared intently into his eyes.

"I know my bottom line, and I know how much I can afford to pay."

Chen Mo patted Geng Lianhu's hand to reassure him.

Looking at Chen Mo, who seemed somewhat familiar to that person, Geng Lianhu was momentarily stunned.

Didn't that person say the same thing back then?

"Would you two like to try the Celestial Clan's specialty beverage, Blood Qi Wine?"

Yang Yan took a large glass bottle from the refrigerator next to him, which was filled with blood-red liquid.

Yang Yan took out three glasses and poured two glasses for Chen Mo and Geng Lianhu.

"Please have a taste."

"Don't worry, this is on me, it's not part of an equal exchange."

Seeing that Chen Mo and Geng Lianhu did not move, Yang Yan thought for a moment and then offered an explanation.

Thank you.

Chen Mo picked up the wine glass and gently smelled the blood-red liquid inside.

The liquid in the glass has a mellow aroma, and the subtle taste of alcohol is very appetizing.

Pouring the Qi Xue Jiu from the glass into my mouth, an indescribable, strange taste spread throughout my entire mouth.

The taste wasn't bad, but it gave Chen Mo the feeling of being surrounded by a high concentration of vital energy.

Oh right! I remember now!

The energy and blood cluster he condensed in the energy hub of Black Cloud City had this flavor!

However, his blood and qi were much more concentrated, at least fifteen times more concentrated than that of the blood and qi wine.

"How does it taste? Is it able to soothe physical weakness?"

Seeing Chen Mo drink the wine, Yang Yan also picked up his cup and took a sip.

"The raw materials are also very healthy, brewed from those fallen combat units."

"puff!"

Geng Lianhu, who had just poured the Qi Xue Jiu into his mouth, spat it out immediately, his face turning quite pale.

"Don't worry, we won't use the corpses directly. Instead, we'll extract the remaining blood and energy from their bodies and utilize it."

"This is the last thing they can do for the Celestials."

Kagerou didn't think what he had done was anything particularly horrific.

This is the Celestial Race's worldview: to use everything available to enhance themselves, even the flesh and blood of their own kind are merely a resource.