Chapter 89

"Report, Shepard has connected to the FTL communication network." After a short while, the Turian assistant returned and reported, "The Normandy is at the Citadel, we have established contact, and Commander Shepard is online."

Elya sat back on her large sofa, crossing her right leg over her left, adjusting to a comfortable position, and then nodded her chin to indicate, "Connect the communication."

A virtual projection of the communication interface appeared on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and Shepard's image appeared on the screen.

"Oh? Elya. I didn't expect you to contact me proactively. It seems there must be something important, right?" Shepard was in the combat communication room of his ship, the Normandy, leaning against the conference table, his arms crossed, looking very relaxed.

Elya leaned back on the sofa, her right arm resting on the back, supporting her head, and smiled, "First, I must congratulate you, Commander Shepard, on regaining your 'Spectre' title. I must admit, I was quite surprised. It's hard to imagine that someone who worked for Cerberus could still become a Citadel Spectre."

Shepard shrugged, "You know, we now have a human seat on the Citadel Council. And the human councilor happens to be my old boss, General David Anderson."

Elya laughed mockingly, "Moreover, two years ago, you managed to protect all three councilors while repelling the Collector attack. Such a life-saving favor, they might not say it out loud, but they have to give you some benefits as a return. After all, you almost lost half your fleet for them..."

Shepard raised an eyebrow, "You didn't call me just to provoke me, did you?"

Elya shook her head gracefully, a bit wistfully, "I didn't expect our galaxy's savior to also be an outstanding politician... As a Citadel Spectre, all your actions are not bound by law, only accountable to the Council. And now, the entire Council is grateful to you. To put it bluntly, you can almost do as you please in the galaxy, and a single order can decide the fate of a star system."

Shepard changed his posture, noncommittal, "At least, on Omega, I am willing to respect your existence... as long as you don't get in my way of dealing with the Reapers!"

Elya nodded in agreement, acknowledging his stance. She only cared about her territory, and with Shepard stating he had no intention of interfering with Omega, the threat from the human was significantly reduced. She knew Shepard's character and wouldn't resort to underhanded tactics. "I have some good news for you. We have found the team member you mentioned who was stranded on Omega."

"Oh?!" Shepard straightened up from his leaning position against the table, asking with a hint of curiosity, "I never found anything until now, but good news comes just as I've reactivated my Spectre privileges. Is there a connection between the two?"

"Hmm..." Elya casually picked up a glass of ice wine from the table, "I admit, a 'Spectre' and a 'former Spectre' represent very different things. However, finding your team member was just a coincidence. It wasn't because we increased our search efforts due to your promotion, or that we found him. He just appeared before me."

"Oh?" Shepard looked skeptical, "Is there anyone who can escape your notice on Omega? Remember our last meeting? You said, 'I am Omega.'"

Elya didn't get angry, instead nodding, "I have to admit, your subordinate is a remarkable individual. His stealth skills are beyond my expectations, and his other techniques are concerning."

As she spoke, she picked up her PDA, pressed a few buttons, and shared video footage of Qi Feng killing four Volus from multiple angles.

The same video also shocked Shepard, but she maintained a calm demeanor, shrugging and teasing, "It seems my team member did some cleaning for you. Your Omega has too many flies."

Elya raised her chin, squinting her eyes, "He is an outstanding assassin, more dangerous than any I've seen. You know, I've lived for over a thousand years, and the longer one lives, the more one fears danger. You should come and take your team member away soon. Don't test my patience; I might not be able to resist the fear and eliminate this threat first..."

Her voice grew cold, clearly indicating she was not joking.

Omega was Elya's private domain, not under the Citadel's control. Shepard knew that the Queen of Omega would do anything to protect herself and her territory.

"Okay, no need to be overly sensitive. I was planning to head to Omega after finishing my business at the Citadel. Besides this team member, I have two more recruitment targets."

Elya laughed emotionlessly, unsure if it was out of joy or anger, "When did my Omega become a training ground for the Citadel's special forces? I didn't realize there were so many experts here... Maybe I'm getting old and senile. It seems I need to reassess the security system on Omega."

Shepard said seriously, "Before I arrive, I don't want any unpleasant conflicts between us."

Elya swirled her wine glass, "That... depends on your speed."

Shepard didn't want to overly provoke this local tyrant, nodding, "Alright! I'll leave as soon as possible. Also, I hope to contact my team member... as soon as possible..."

"Sure..."

Before Elya finished speaking, her Turian assistant, Griz, ran up, his voice panicked, "Report! The human we were watching suddenly disappeared...!"

Elya threw her wine glass at him, the glass glowing with a dark blue aura, a sign of biotic energy. Griz quickly rolled to the side, knowing that Elya's thousand-year-old biotic prowess made her thrown glass as powerful as a frigate's cannon. Indeed, the synthetic wall, reinforced by a mass effect field, was dented by the impact, and Griz wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You're all a bunch of incompetents!" Elya was still fuming, "So many people watching one person with all kinds of surveillance equipment, and you still let him escape right under your noses!"

Griz knelt on the ground, not daring to look up, "I believe this person is a skilled infiltrator..."

Elya had forgotten that her communication with Shepard was still open. After calming down a bit, she remembered and looked at Shepard on the screen, forcing a smile, "Look, your subordinate is showing off his skills again. Is he trying to intimidate me, or expressing dissatisfaction with our surveillance?"

Shepard felt the need to soothe Elya, tapping his temple, "Stay calm. It might just be a prank. Last time, he used the same trick before boarding the Normandy, slipping away right under my assistant's nose..." He clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, "This time, I'll have to settle the score with him too!"

Elya: ...

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Of course, these two powerful women in the galaxy couldn't guess that the person they were talking about, Qi Feng, had simply left because he couldn't adapt to Omega's cuisine and went back to the school cafeteria for a meal. If they knew the truth, they might have bled from their noses.

At that moment, Qi Feng was sitting at a table by the window in his room, eating while staring at his phone. To others, it might look like he was reading a novel, but he was actually reading an instructional article.

Indeed, an instructional article—translated from a high-level martial arts secret manual brought from a fantasy world, using the translation module in a personal computer from the space age, resulting in a detailed, 60,000-word document.

The multipurpose tool lived up to its name, even having a universal communication interface. While the tool itself wasn't suitable for the 21st century, Qi Feng discovered it could directly connect to his phone's display wirelessly.

"Heaven... No wonder martial arts manuals are written in such a way that no one can understand them... Now I understand why." Qi Feng sighed as he flipped through the translated version of the *Nine Yang Manual* on his phone. "Once translated, it loses all its mystique."

The document in front of Qi Feng was formatted similarly to the graduation papers he had seen his seniors write. It even had a preface and introduction, exploring the theoretical aspects of the internal secondary energy forms of extremely 'Yang' organisms, starting from the non-anatomical structures within the human body...

Fortunately, this was something Qi Feng had created himself, displayed on his phone through the multipurpose tool. If it were printed in a book and handed to him, he would never admit it was the *Nine Yang Manual*! It must be the wrong book, right? This must be some prehistoric sage's medical and philosophical work, written by someone who was a bit off their rocker.

Well, at least this way, Qi Feng felt he could understand it. He decided to read it first. However, the style change was too drastic. Who knew if the multipurpose tool's translation had any errors? Qi Feng felt he needed to verify it with Zhang Wuji after learning it. He didn't dare to practice it step by step just yet.

Otherwise, who knows what would happen if he practiced it this way? Even the fate of Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, would be considered a good outcome. Of course, if he succeeded, hehehe, the next one would be the *Swordsmanship of Mount Shu*! r1152

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