Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 84 Fighter Jets Above the University

When Ning Ze saw the fighter jet, his mood brightened considerably. He had always wanted to buy a fighter jet, and if he was going to buy one, he wanted to buy the best one!

King-level Intelligent Fighter: 2 Stars

Qiankun-class intelligent fighter jet: 15 stars

Primordial-level intelligent fighter jet: 60 stars

After looking through it once, Ning Ze sighed inwardly. He had always thought the curator was a very wealthy man, but now he realized that the curator was actually quite poor, or rather, the earth was very barren and there were not as many precious treasures as he had imagined. All the treasures in those ruins had been used up.

Standing at the top of the pyramid as the inspector of the Ultimate Martial Arts Academy, anything that humans can manufacture has become worthless in his eyes.

"Master, I'd like to exchange my Primordial Intelligent Fighter, my 'Blue Rain' combat suit, and my Nebula Sword. For the remaining Stardust, I'd like to exchange it for plant spirits suitable for me. Two plant spirits suitable for my cultivation, and some plant spirits for ordinary martial artists. Also, please give me several portions of plant spirits for nourishing the body."

"Okay!" Hong quickly handed over six kinds of plant spirits to Ning Ze, a total of thirty-two plants. "I'll send the fighter jet, plant spirits, and combat suit over to you in a bit. Let Luo Feng come in." He couldn't wait for Ning Ze to leave.

"Yes." Ning Ze bowed slightly and then turned to leave.

Hong breathed a sigh of relief; Ning Ze was different from the other inspectors.

He could offer guidance to others, but when it came to Ning Ze, he thought about it and realized that he didn't have anything worth giving.

The secret manual he just encountered was merely an accident; from the very beginning of the exchange, he had been in an awkward position.

If it were anyone else, he would never have offered such a high price for the Moyun Vine. After exchanging those star points for fighter jets and equipment, there would still be some secret manuals left, at most a small amount. He couldn't even exchange the secret manuals, so he left people with something to remember him by.

But if Ning Ze were to exchange it, he was afraid Ning Ze would misunderstand.

He exchanged a bunch of plant spirits for a fighter jet and equipment, but didn't bother with anything that didn't significantly improve his combat power, making Hong seem extremely stingy.

Hong could only present the price of the Moyun Vine truthfully, and then let Ning Ze leave with most of the plant spirits he had collected, without harboring any resentment.

The wealth on Earth is nothing compared to cultivation; that is the most important thing.

Without realizing it, he went from being a tool with nothing to teach to someone who put a lot of effort into making friends with them.

Hong felt no discomfort; he was very much looking forward to seeing how far Ning Ze could grow.

Earth is weak, and so are they. The era of Hong and Thor is over.

The next generation needs a peerless genius to lead humanity out of Earth, establish relations with the myriad races of the vast universe, and stand tall in this unknown cosmos.

"Master," Luo Feng greeted respectfully as he entered.

"Your contribution this time is enough to exchange for treasures here..."

……

It was afternoon.

A small courtyard three kilometers from the elite training camp.

The members of the elite training camp went on life-or-death trials, so those who managed the rankings were now on paid leave.

In the center of the pile of equipment, a dining table has now been set up, with beer, drinks, barbecue, and bread on it—a very generous spread of ingredients.

"Come and drink!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The young man with dyed yellow hair led the way in drinking beer, creating a pleasant atmosphere. In his dazed state, he habitually glanced at the rankings on the surveillance camera.

NO.1 Renates Bridge (530321)

NO.2 Chu Qiang (540601)

NO.3 Eben Paz (540916)

"NO.1 Renates Bridge (530321)?" In that instant, the blond youth felt he was seeing things. Where did the familiar NO.1 Ning Ze (561113) go?

He tried to open his eyes, and when he looked again, Renates was still in first place. He shook his head, thinking he had drunk too much.

"Look at the rankings, have they changed?"

Of the five, the only white woman turned around and exclaimed in surprise, her mouth agape, "Oh my god! Ning Ze has disappeared from the rankings!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present seemed to sober up. The blond-haired youth slapped himself twice in succession, then turned his head to look again. Above him was NO.1 Renates Bridge (530321), not NO.1 Ning Ze (561113).

"And Luo Feng, Luo Feng's name has also disappeared!"

"Hurry up, Boss! You bastards, wake up! If the Boss gets wind of this from somewhere else, you'll all be chopped up and fed to the pigs!"

The people in the room began to panic. Someone knocked over the dining table, making the room even more messy, and they became even more agitated!

After many twists and turns, the news of Ning Ze's graduation from the training camp was finally sent out.

Over Hongning Base City.

A blue figure soared into the sky and entered a dazzling purple triangular fighter jet. The jet accelerated, its speed soaring to 1000 m/s, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Inside the fighter jet, Ning Ze looked somewhat helpless. "After becoming an inspector, the percentage of wealth I gain is even lower. Before, I could get two-thirds of the monster's price, but now, it's only one-third left."

"I sold a Purple Crystal Shark, equivalent to a second-tier planetary level, for only 1000 billion. If I sold it to the underground alliance or the Chinese military, this monster would fetch at least 3000 billion Chinese yuan!"

Ning Ze could understand this. The highest price for a high-level lord was only 2000 billion, while the price of a king-level monster was at least 10 times higher. A first-tier planetary monster cost more than 200 billion Chinese yuan, which meant that a second-tier planetary king-level monster could easily sell for 4000 billion.

However, such a large amount of money has a significant impact on the monetary balance, and its activity has now reached the point where it can directly affect the global economy.

An average person earns 2000 to 3000 Chinese Yuan per month. Even if a billion people could earn money, they would only earn 2 to 3 Chinese Yuan per month.

Low-end production, high-end consumption—the monster he spent three hours finding and killing is enough for an average person across the country to work for him for three or four days!

The world can't revolve around one person; the economy would collapse. It's normal for martial arts schools to lower prices.

"Little Stupid, accelerate to Jiangnan Base City, location: above Jiangnan University!"

Ning Ze lay leisurely on the sofa, issuing commands to the spaceship's AI.

This prehistoric intelligent fighter jet represents the most advanced technology on Earth. Hong obtained the manufacturing method from a ruin, and it is an exclusive fighter jet for the Limitless Martial Arts Academy. Even with the manufacturing method, production is extremely difficult. There are a total of three fighter jets of this level: one black one that Hong pilots himself, and the remaining one purple and one cyan-green.

Ning Ze didn't really like turquoise, so he chose a vibrant purple.

"The fighter jet's maximum speed is Mach 31.8, and its normal speed is 80%, which is Mach 25.4. It is expected to arrive over Jiangnan University in 7 minutes and 35 seconds," the fighter jet's AI replied in a formulaic manner.

"Great! At this speed!"

Ning Ze really enjoyed the feeling of speed. His own speed was only around 2000 m/s, while Mach 25.4 was 8600 m/s, which was 4 times his own speed!

When it comes to speed, it depends on the fighter jet. Unlike supercars on the ground, which are useless when they approach the speed of sound, fighter jets run at speeds of up to six times the speed of sound.

Jiangnan University.

A sudden "ding" sound rang out in a quiet art studio, causing the surrounding students to frown.

Even the teacher with black glasses at the front of the class looked over at the sound with an unfriendly expression. When she saw a cute girl hurriedly checking her communication watch, her stern face instantly became very kind.

"Xiaoyi, did your husband text you?" the girl behind the drawing board asked softly, her eyes full of gossip.

Shu Yi nodded, looked up at the teacher, and gave an apologetic smile.

The teacher on the podium smiled gently in response, indicating that she didn't mind.

Then, Shu Yi stood up, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

On the podium, the female teacher with black glasses looked a little stiff, but she didn't say anything.

Ancient sayings can help martial artists understand secret manuals, mathematics can calculate the environment and compare combat power, painting can adjust one's temperament and enlighten one's understanding... She is a painting teacher who makes things difficult for the wife of a genius warrior, but she is not crazy.

Shu Yi hurriedly ran out of the painting building, encountering many students along the way in the corridors and paths.

Unlike before, universities no longer offer holidays.

The legal marriage age is now 18, and some people get married as soon as they graduate from high school.

Similarly, many people start families and careers after entering university. In this case, no one needs to urge them; students will naturally take the initiative to study, hoping to finish their major courses as soon as possible and then start earning money to support their families.

Society also needs these young people to enter the workforce as soon as possible, serve the martial artists, and do a good job in the logistics of the base city.

"Are you lying to me again? You didn't do anything in the room, yet you told me to wait for you at the school square."

Shu Yi pouted, somewhat dissatisfied. Looking at Ning Ze lying comfortably on the sofa without making any movement, she felt like she was being a bit stupid.

Ning Ze grinned. "I have a surprise for you. Guess where I am?"

"You finished your trial early and went back to the training camp? The room's decor is a bit unfamiliar. Are you in a hotel?" Shu Yi tentatively guessed.

She turned her head and looked at the bustling square. It was Sunday, and couples were all on dates, while her husband was joking with her.

Shu Yi was slightly annoyed and waved her little fist, "If you don't come over in five minutes, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Ning Ze laughed and teased, "Don't learn from Mom, you're so cute."

"Then you can't lie to me." Shu Yi puffed out her cheeks, looking sullen. After not seeing each other for half a year, she naturally missed him very, very, very much. She didn't like this kind of joke that would lead to disappointment after hope.

"I'm not kidding you, there are about two and a half minutes left." Ning Ze smiled brightly. The Lunar New Year was on February 3rd, and he left home on February 8th. Now it's already August.

The couple had been married for almost a year, but they only spent the first two months of their marriage together. After that, they saw each other less and less, so how could he not miss her? The first thing he did after graduating was to come and pick up his wife.

"Then I'll start counting." Shu Yi tilted her head and cutely prepared to count on her fingers, her little eyes full of threat, as if to say that it's not too late to admit your mistake.

Ning Ze glanced at the fighter jet's navigation; the arrival time was displayed in the upper left corner, currently at 2 minutes and 19 seconds. He turned back to his gaze and said with a smile, "Okay, you count it."

"1...2...5...38..." Shu Yi counted earnestly, her face full of anticipation and her attitude very serious. She would turn her head to look at him from time to time, her eyes deep and longing.

Ning Ze smiled brightly, looking confident and giving people a very reliable feeling.

"78……96……103"

After counting to 110, Shu Yi turned her head and looked around, pouting as she began to count down: "10...9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" As she counted, she glared at us with her big, fierce eyes. After finishing, she swung her arm, stomped her feet twice, and asked angrily, "Where is everyone?"

Ning Ze then stood up from the purple sofa and walked towards the door. Standing beside the door, he grinned and said, "Do you believe me if I say this place is a magic door? I can appear in front of you as soon as I open it."

Shu Yi looked somewhat disappointed and pouted, saying, "I believe you."

"Really, I'm not kidding you. Give me a smile, and I'll open the door and appear right in front of you." Ning Ze's voice was gentle, yet tinged with a unique seriousness.

Shu Yi rolled her eyes, a bright smile spreading across her face, and two adorable dimples playfully appeared.

Just then, a cry of alarm suddenly came from afar, "My God, what is that? A monster?"

Upon hearing the word "monster," everyone immediately perked up, turned to look at the boy who had spoken, and followed his gaze upwards.

Upon seeing this, someone exclaimed, "A fighter jet! That's a fighter jet! A type I've never seen before!" After saying that, they glared angrily at the boy who had spoken first.

That look seemed to say, "You bookworm, all you know is reading and not how to cultivate. If you had the strength of an intermediate student, you wouldn't be so blind as to mistake a fighter jet for a monster!"

"Oh my god!"

"It really is a fighter jet!"

"Why are fighter jets at our Jiangnan University?"

"Could it be one of my senior classmates?"

"This is the first time I've ever seen a fighter jet! It's so cool!"

"That's so cool! I definitely want to get a fighter jet someday!"

As if it were a chain reaction, everyone in the square looked up at the technologically advanced fighter jet, hoping that the people inside would come out.

Shu Yi watched as Ning Ze opened the door, then looked down at the virtual screen. Sure enough, a view overlooking the city appeared on the screen, and she could even see the Extreme Club building in the distance!

Above, there was a beautiful scene of blue sky and white clouds, and even tiny electric currents flashed by.

Then I saw a blue dot rapidly grow larger, and my field of vision gradually became clearer.

The combat uniform was very imposing, with blue armor that exuded a mysterious aura. Above the uniform was a handsome and familiar face, wearing a bright smile and starry eyes gazing intently at her.

Shu Yi recognized her husband, whom she hadn't seen for six months. She couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand and let out a soft gasp. Her eyes were full of surprise, and her moist eyes sparkled as if they contained countless little stars.

Swish!

Ning Ze landed a meter away from Shu Yi. With a confident smile, he slowly took two steps forward, gently wrapped his right hand around her lower back and pulled her into his arms. He raised his left hand and gently removed her small hand. He cupped her familiar face in his hands and stroked her fair and smooth skin with his thumb.

Shu Yi quickly wrapped her arms around Ning Ze's waist and hugged him tightly.

Ning Ze nodded slightly, his forehead gently touching her bangs. Their eyes met, and they saw only each other.

He whispered, "A twenty-year-old young lady like you shouldn't cry anymore. Let's leave here first."

Shu Yi nodded gently, but her teary eyes seemed ready to well up with tears.

Ning Ze smiled slightly, and the two of them rose into the air, flying straight towards the dazzling purple fighter jet in the sky.

"My God! A psychic!"

"Could he be someone even more powerful than the God of War? How could he be so young?"

"That girl's name is Shu Yi, and that's senior Ning Ze!"

"Was that fighter jet really his?"

10,000 meters above the ground.

Behind the cockpit canopy, in front of them rolled clouds like ocean waves, and behind them were two people embracing quietly. Ning Ze savored the saliva of his daughter, which he had been brewing for half a year. It tasted a little sweet, and the tears of longing were a little salty.

(End of this chapter)