Imposter Young Master
Chapter 922 - 927: How Can One Pacify the World if One’s Own Heart is Not at Peace!

Chapter 922: Chapter 927: How Can One Pacify the World if One’s Own Heart is Not at Peace!

Little almost had a breakdown.

"My goodness, Lord Gang, do you have any idea how many people on Pandora are fighting tooth and nail for the Heavenly Evil Spirit Sword? And you’re talking about selling it off so casually."

Something occurred to Little, and he added, "Right, Lord Gang, although the Heavenly Evil Spirit Sword has been bound by blood, its master has died, and the sword has become masterless again. You just need to drip your blood into the slot on the hilt, and you will become the new master of the Heavenly Evil Spirit Sword."

Yang Gang looked at the sword in his hand, thought for a moment, then suddenly tossed it to Little, "Here you go. Aside from transforming, you have no means of protecting yourself. Even an ordinary person can use this sword, right? If you encounter danger in the future, you can turn into human form and defend yourself with the Heavenly Evil Spirit Sword."

Little was moved to ’tears brimming in his eyes’: "Master, you are really too good to this cat. But how am I supposed to carry the sword normally?"

"I’ll keep it for you," said Yang Gang, inserting the sword back into its scabbard.

At that moment, Little Hamster had also ’completed his assignment’, carrying a piece of Colorful Crystal Stone in his mouth as he came over.

"Wow, a Colorful Crystal Stone, that’s a top-quality Crystal Nucleus. Huh? What’s this?"

Along with the Crystal Stone, Little Hamster had also brought an ancient-looking ring engraved with mysterious runes.

"Is that taken out from the body of the Fire Phoenix Beast?"

Little Ao nodded.

"Hmm... Did the Fire Phoenix Beast inadvertently swallow the ring?" Yang Gang thought for a moment, then felt something was off: "The stomach of a typical Monster has strong corrosive properties, let alone that of a heaven-and-earth extraordinary beast like the Fire Phoenix Beast. So why is this ring in perfect condition? Could it be..."

Yang Gang remembered something, and without hesitation, his right hand materialized a sharp blade, then he sliced open the skin of his left arm.

"Lord Gang, what are you doing?" Little was shocked.

Yang Gang didn’t reply; instead, he focused on dripping his blood onto the ring.

Hiss!

The blood continuously seeped into the ring, causing it to glow brilliantly before settling down. However, Yang Gang was overjoyed.

The Heavenly Ripple Ring was the name of this ring. It was a Mustard Space Ring, with quite a large internal space, about 10 kilometers long, 5 kilometers wide, and 1000 meters high.

The Heavenly Ripple Ring seemed to have the property of growth. It could expand its spatial area as the owner’s spiritual power increased. In theory, it could eventually form a small universe!

Of course, that was just in theory. Everyone knew it was practically impossible.

"Little, is there a weapon called the Heavenly Ripple Ring listed in the ’Weapon Spectrum’?" Yang Gang casually asked as if on a whim.

"The Heavenly Ripple Ring? Hmm... I’ve never heard of it. The ’Weapon Spectrum’ is just a specialized magazine launched by Finite Military Media, similar to Earth’s Forbes Ranking. The weapons listed in the ’Weapon Spectrum’ are all known famous weapons. Those that are not famous or haven’t been discovered are not included," Little explained.

"I see..." Yang Gang blinked, his thoughts undisclosed.

"Ah, right!" Little suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

"What is it?"

"I remember where we are now! This is the Kien Desert of the Longqi Empire; we must be right in the center of the Kien Desert!" Little said with excitement.

Yang Gang was furious, kicking Little over: "Damn, could there be worse news than this? We’ll never get out of the center of this vast desert in our lifetimes!"

Little chuckled, "Lord Gang, hear me out."

It pointed to the departed souls and said, "How did they get here?"

Yang Gang paused for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Are you saying they came here in a flying vehicle?"

"Bingo! That’s right!"

Yang Gang’s spirits lifted, "Let’s go find the flying vehicle."

Eventually, Yang Gang found a spaceship hidden in the desert about thirty kilometers away.

Using the young man’s fingerprints, Yang Gang had no trouble taking control of the spaceship.

"Systems normal, fuel sufficient, fully capable of flight," Little, transformed into human form, operated the spaceship and was extremely excited.

Yang Gang pondered for a moment, then said indifferently, "Wait a second."

"?" Little was puzzled.

"Let’s do right by those people, considering we’re using their spaceship," Yang Gang said calmly.

"Oh."

Afterward, a man, a mouse, and a cat buried the deceased in the destroyed woods, set up a simple tombstone, and then left aboard the spaceship.

Several days later, Yang Gang finally crossed the desert on the spaceship and then entered an immense ocean.

"This sea is called the Mulan Sea, and across the Mulan Sea is the land of the Longqi Empire. Oh no, we’re running low on fuel! Lord Gang, we have to parachute out," Little suddenly screamed.

"What?"

Before Yang Gang could react, Little pressed the emergency eject button.

Yang Gang, the little hamster, and Little were all ejected, equipped with parachutes and flotation devices.

Meanwhile, the spaceship plunged into the sea.

Resting on a flotation stick, staring at the boundless ocean, Yang Gang felt himself starting to crack.

The man, the mouse, and the cat drifted at sea for an entire day and night, enduring attacks from heavy rain, waves, and sea monsters, each time narrowly escaping death.

"What the heck am I doing on Pandora?" Yang Gang nearly cried in despair.

Finally, just as Yang Gang was about to lose hope, a passing fishing boat rescued them.

The fisherman took the man, the mouse, and the cat back to the fishing harbor.

"I’m sorry, but there’s been a plague in the village recently. I need to take you to the village infirmary for a check-up," said the fisherman, a man in his forties with a simple and sincere look.

Surprisingly, the human language on Pandora was similar to Earth’s Mandarin, at least in the Longqi Empire.

A car capable of 200 mph took Yang Gang, Little, and Little Ao on a half-hour ride before finally stopping.

Yang Gang got out of the car and looked up at the towering skyscrapers, squinting his eyes, "Uncle, you sure this is a village infirmary?"

He emphasized the word ’village’.

"Yes. What about it?" the uncle asked, puzzled.

"Well, I just think that, for a ’village’, this infirmary building is perhaps a bit too large?" Yang Gang remarked.

The fisherman uncle was even more bewildered, "This is big? Compared to the next village, ours is quite small. After all, we only have a population of five million here."

Pfft!

Yang Gang almost choked on his own spit.

"Uncle, are you sure you didn’t mean to say a major city instead of a village?!"

He calmed down and glanced at the banner hanging on the infirmary building:

"How can one stabilize the world without a flat chest!"

Yang Gang subconsciously looked at the women passing by, almost all of whom were flat-chested.

"Hey, Uncle, is your country really poor? The women here seem a bit underdeveloped," Yang Gang whispered to the fisherman.

The fisherman paused, then burst into laughter after realizing what Yang Gang meant, "You really are an outsider. It’s not that their breasts are small, they’ve all bound their chests."

"Ah, why?"

"It is as Her Majesty the Queen demands," said the fisherman.

Yang Gang’s mouth twitched.

There were too many points to mock, and he didn’t know where to start.

"I guess your Queen must have a really small chest and definitely isn’t popular," Yang Gang said.

"Shh!" The fisherman looked around warily and then curiously asked, "How did you know?"

Yang Gang exhaled a long sigh, "It’s quite simple. ’Without a huge bosom, how can one gather public affection?’ You see!"

The fisherman: ...