The No. 1 Hunfen King in the Entire Server [Interstellar] Chapter 78

Lin Jing awoke from that warm dream and opened his eyes. It was already daytime.

Getting out of bed, he walked outside and found Xu Wanzhi had already prepared breakfast, waiting for him.

The terrace of Laixiya was filled with flowers. Last night, it had been too dark to notice, but today, he finally saw that the corner of the terrace had several clusters of white hyacinths.

Lin Jing was a little puzzled. “Were these flowers transplanted from the main base?”

The blossoms were large and fragrant, giving him a deep sense of familiarity.

“They should be.” Xu Wanzhi replied, his long fingers wrapped around a glass cup. “Ordinary hyacinths wouldn’t be able to grow naturally on Filna.”

Lin Jing nodded. Sitting down, he took a bite of his bread and sipped some milk. “Are you heading to the lab later?”

Xu Wanzhi’s slender fingers twirled his glass slightly. He replied calmly, “No. I’ll stay with you.”

Lin Jing nearly choked on his milk. A wave of guilt surged within him, and he quickly tried to dissuade him. “No, no, you should go about your work.” He could wander around by himself.

Xu Wanzhi didn’t even lift his head. “I can’t focus on work when you’re here.”

Lin Jing: “……” Alright. Now the guilt was even worse.

After breakfast, Xu Wanzhi truly did accompany him outside the oasis.

Filna was a desert planet, with cities only connected by air rails. The first priority of the daily weather forecast was always to warn of incoming sandstorms. The closest city to the oasis was Filna’s capital, Rode.

The city was surrounded by faint red energy barriers resembling walls. Upon entering, Lin Jing looked up and saw a sky still tinged with the heat of a lingering sunset.

The development here was extremely outdated—its tallest buildings barely reached a dozen meters high. Even so, the Black Tower stood out, towering over everything.

Today seemed to be a festival in Rode. The streets bustled with excitement—girls in tank tops and shorts walked in groups, chatting and laughing.

A music truck blaring lively rock music cruised down the street, filling the sky with floating, iridescent bubbles.

Lin Jing wasn’t used to such widespread public celebrations back on Hailan, so he found the sight novel and intriguing.

A few girls squealed excitedly in their direction, sending flirtatious glances their way.

But Xu Wanzhi remained utterly indifferent, completely ignoring them as he grabbed Lin Jing’s wrist and led him underground.

The temperature dropped significantly below.

Descending an elevator for what felt like an eternity, they finally emerged into a neon-lit underground city.

“This place is so different from the surface,” Lin Jing remarked.

Xu Wanzhi explained, “Rode’s underground is a special zone.”

Special Zone

Lin Jing glanced around at the city’s infrastructure, which was on par with any developed planet. Floating cars were everywhere on the streets, and he figured—this must be the wealthy district.

Lin Jing: “Where are you taking me?”

Xu Wanzhi: “To see something you’re interested in.”

Lin Jing chuckled. “Oh? You know what I’m interested in?”

Xu Wanzhi didn’t deny it. He simply let out a soft “Mm.”

Lin Jing tilted his head, suppressing a laugh. “Then you’re amazing, because even I don’t know what I want to see right now.”

After all, he had come to Filna just to see him. The scenery, the food—none of it mattered. What could Xu Wanzhi possibly show him?

With a curious, amused mindset, Lin Jing followed him to the center of the special zone.

There stood the tallest building in the underground city. The moment he stepped inside, he found it was nothing like what he had imagined.

The first floor was a chaotic, indulgent bar—flashing lights, deafening music. Xu Wanzhi had him sit in a corner before stepping away.

In the few minutes that Xu Wanzhi was gone, Lin Jing could feel the weight of the entire bar’s attention on him. The stares carried all kinds of intentions. But having grown up as a golden child, he wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable.

In an overlooked corner of the bar, a red-haired rich kid nudged his chin in Lin Jing’s direction, smirking suggestively. “See that little beauty over there? That waistline is insane—imagine grabbing onto it.”

The guy next to him, a young man in a black T-shirt, rolled his eyes. “You got the guts to go up to him?”

The red-haired youth scoffed, his gaze lingering on Lin Jing’s face with a greedy glint. “No guts, but I can think about it, can’t I?”

The black-T youth had a normal taste in women. He snorted in disdain, then leaned back and looked elsewhere. “That one’s more my type.”

“Which one?”

“The one in the red dress.”

In the leftmost corner of the bar, a woman sat alone at a table. She wore a deep red, low-cut gown, her black curls cascading down her back. The soft light played against her striking features, lending her a mysterious allure. Her red lips were like blood, sending shivers through the heart.

The young man’s interest was piqued. “Go ask her name for me?”

Now it was the red-haired guy’s turn to roll his eyes. “She’s been coming here for days—I already know.”

The young man’s eyes lit up. “Then tell me! What’s her name?”

The red-haired guy thought for a moment. “I think… Dana.”

Lin Jing didn’t have to wait long before Xu Wanzhi returned—with someone in tow.

A man in a fitted suit, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His black hair and emerald-green eyes carried a genial expression, yet there was something subtly calculating about him.

Lin Jing took one look and immediately guessed—he must be a politician.

The man introduced himself, confirming his assumption.

“So you’re the little one from Wanzhi’s home. Hello, I’m Brandt.”

Brandt?

Lin Jing was momentarily stunned. Before he could respond, Xu Wanzhi had already taken his wrist and pulled him away.

Behind them, Brandt’s smile stiffened. He rubbed his chin, muttering, “Why so possessive? What, does he think I’d eat him alive? He used to be much cuter.”

Once they were outside, Lin Jing was still in shock. “That guy was Brandt?”

Xu Wanzhi: “Mm.”

Lin Jing: “He looks so young.”

Xu Wanzhi cast him a look—calm, but carrying a subtle warning. Lin Jing immediately shut his mouth, dropping all further comments about Brandt.

After a pause, though, he couldn’t resist teasing, “Wait… are you jealous?”

Xu Wanzhi lowered his gaze, chuckling softly in a way that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking. “So this is jealousy?”

Lin Jing raised an eyebrow. “What else would it be?”

They entered the spacecraft, and Xu Wanzhi, hands on the controls, seemed to consider for a moment before replying, “I thought it was possessiveness.”

Lin Jing, sitting in the passenger seat, popped open a drink, took a sip, and grinned. “Possessiveness is just the root of jealousy. So yeah, your interpretation isn’t wrong.”

Xu Wanzhi: “I don’t think I can handle you caring too much about anyone else.”

Lin Jing took another sip of his drink, smiling. “That’s normal. I wouldn’t be able to accept it if you cared about someone more than me either.”

Xu Wanzhi’s fingers rested lightly on the controls. Then, as if something had just dawned on him, he turned his gaze to Lin Jing—deep and unfathomable, black as an eternal night.

Lin Jing froze, sensing something different in his stare. “What?”

Xu Wanzhi: “I think I’ve felt this way since I was very young.”

Lin Jing blinked, startled.

Xu Wanzhi: “Back at the base, or in that sea of hyacinths… When you told me about fireworks and the outside world, my first thought wasn’t curiosity. It was—how do I make sure your eyes only ever see me?”

Seated in the cockpit, he smiled faintly. “See? Everyone was right. I’m far more dangerous than you imagined.”

The spacecraft hovered in the sky.

Lin Jing’s mind slowly caught up. His emotions roared inside him like molten lava.

He met Xu Wanzhi’s eyes, his own clear and steady, and murmured, “But my eyes were always only on you.”

Xu Wanzhi’s expression stiffened—rarely shaken, but now caught off guard.

Lin Jing continued, “I told you about fireworks because I wanted to watch them with you. It wasn’t about the fireworks—it was about you.” His emotions surged. He paused, then added, “Xu Wanzhi, do you think you love me more than I love you?”

Xu Wanzhi froze, staring at him.

Lin Jing smiled, his brown eyes soft, clear, like a mountain spring nurturing all barren lands.

He thought of the white butterfly.

Of the childish doodles in old storybooks.

Of the way he once stood on tiptoe for a kiss.

“You’re wrong, Xu Wanzhi.”

Lin Jing whispered, “I was the one who found you first. I was the one who loved you first. I was the one who made you my whole world and poured all my passion and love into you, without holding anything back.”

At this point, he smiled again and asked, “Can you guess why I like piloting mechas?”

The air inside the narrow vehicle seemed to fall silent. Xu Wanzhi’s gaze was locked onto him, his eyes carrying a cold, bloodshot haze.

Lin Jing’s eyes curved into a smile, just as gentle as ever after all these years. “Because my little princess has never seen anything. He was too pitiful. I thought that when I grew up, I had to take him to see the whole world. To see cities, mountains, rivers, fireworks, and… the deepest part of the universe.”

Yes.

His very first dream was to take someone to see the depths of the universe.

Even though his memories were later erased, this dream of the universe and mechas never disappeared.

For a long time, his parents never understood why someone who grew up in a base would want to pilot a mecha.

In truth, even Lin Jing himself couldn’t quite figure it out.

This dream had appeared out of nowhere, without warning. Before he even realized when the seed had been planted, it had already taken root in his heart, growing into a towering tree.

But now, he understood.

The seed had been carried by a butterfly.

Xu Wanzhi’s eyelashes trembled violently, his eyes completely bloodshot. He could no longer hold back—he reached out and hugged Lin Jing tightly.

Lin Jing felt his lover’s overwhelming emotions and responded with quiet tenderness.

After saying those words, it was as if he could see that white butterfly again, carrying flecks of blue light as it disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Xu Wanzhi’s voice trembled, his usual composure shattered. He let out a hoarse laugh. “Lin Jing, if you keep this up, I’m afraid I really will go insane.”

Lin Jing nudged him lightly and whispered, “Don’t lose it just yet—you still haven’t shown me the surprise.”

Xu Wanzhi let out a low chuckle. “Alright.”

The hovercar took off, weaving through the bustling city streets before piercing through the red barrier, heading straight for the oasis.

Lin Jing suddenly realized, “So after all that, you came to Rode just to meet Brandt?”

Xu Wanzhi: “Mm.”

Lin Jing grew even more curious. “So where exactly are you taking me?”

Xu Wanzhi said, “To see Aurora.”

Lin Jing almost jumped out of his seat in shock. His eyes widened, and his voice shot up several pitches. “Aurora?!”

Was it the Aurora he was thinking of?

Xu Wanzhi: “Yes, its first-generation model.”

Lin Jing was stunned for a long moment before his eyes lit up with excitement. He could hardly believe it. “Really?! I actually get to see it with my own eyes in my lifetime. You’re not messing with me?!”

Xu Wanzhi was distracted by his reaction and sighed helplessly. “You’re really making it hard to focus on driving.”

Lin Jing found those words familiar. Then he suddenly remembered—during the Second Mass Extinction in the Ancient Codex, Xu Wanzhi had said something similar.

But back then, Xu Wanzhi had been taking advantage of the situation—since only his mental power could operate the submarine, Lin Jing had no choice but to hold back his frustration.

Now, things were different. His mental power had recovered to an A rank. Even though they were officially a couple now, he would never forget the teeth-gritting frustration he had felt back then.

Lin Jing said, “Then move over.”

Xu Wanzhi glanced at him, puzzled.

Lin Jing smirked. “If you’re so easily distracted while driving, you’re not qualified at all.”

Holding back his laughter, he finally did something he had always wanted to do but never dared to before. He pulled Xu Wanzhi aside and confidently declared, “Step aside—let your big brother handle this.”

Back then, he had imagined this would be the ultimate way to show off. But right now, the effect was… not quite what he expected.

Xu Wanzhi chuckled, wrapped an arm around Lin Jing’s waist, and pulled him onto his lap. His gaze darkened slightly as he leaned in and murmured into his ear, “Alright, big brother.”

Lin Jing: “……”

Was that the tone you’re supposed to use when calling someone ‘big brother’?!