My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

They could openly colonize billions of civilizations in the cosmos, turning the entire universe into their own mortal pasture, completely harvesting all Venerable King powers and transforming them into the strength to reach the Venerable King level and transcend everything.

But they didn’t. Instead, like rats in a gutter, they hid very well, not daring to expose any coordinates related to themselves.

The so-called Cosmic Calamity they triggered was merely out of their cowardice, only daring to send clans that wouldn’t expose their coordinates to harvest as much population as possible.

"Next time you enter the Parliament, let me be inside you, and I’ll personally take a look at what’s going on. Perhaps this way, we might find some clues." The Mimic Venerable King suggested, offering a not-really-solution.

Xue Dili nodded, as they didn’t have a better way right now.

Since the time when the Mist Council was using subspace to transmit information, and the Mimic Venerable King was still developing superluminal technology, Xue Dili had been questioning why the Mimic Venerable King’s tech level seemed far inferior to that of the Apostles.

This was not a difference in strength, merely a gap in technology and thought process. And now, as the Mimic Venerable King failed to trace the Mist Council, this feeling became more evident for Xue Dili.

At least in terms of technology, the Mist Council is certainly stronger than the Mimic Venerable King, even stronger than the entire Interstellar Corps.

This is a potential worry, but the Mimic Venerable King also understood that technology is not something one can break through just because they want to. Like this cross-world chat group, it was only developed based on the existing myriad communication technologies researched by the Interstellar Corps.

The Mimic Venerable King merely stated that they would try their best, but things were overwhelming, and consideration was needed not just for one aspect, but for the whole picture.

Xue Dili stopped speaking further, understanding that, after all, he was not a member of the Interstellar Corps, just a partner.

Even his role as a partner was likely something left to him by the Great Sage.

And now, Xue Dili finally said, "Hassan is preparing to venture into the deepest part of subspace the day after tomorrow. Do you think we should ask him to wait a bit, so if we’re lucky enough to find the Mist Council’s subspace region, we could gain another top force?"

"No, the day after tomorrow marks the most stable time in tens of thousands of years for the entire subspace. Missing this opportunity means neither Hassan nor I will get another chance. The exploration of subspace is crucial for us; our current understanding of subspace is merely superficial, and in this regard, it’s more important than the apostle plagues."

The Mimic Venerable King stated firmly.

Xue Dili fell into silence once more. Perhaps it was his narrow vision, as the Mimic Venerable King might indeed see the development and exploration of subspace as more important than the accumulative trouble of apostles.

He decided to hold his tongue, gave a final farewell, and then left the Interstellar Corps.

Perhaps the Mimic Venerable King is right.

Xue Dili thought to himself.

Returning home late at night, he once again heard the sound of the television in the living room.

Looking over, he saw his aunt lying asleep on the living room sofa. It seemed she had woken from an earlier fainting spell, and had come to the living room to watch TV, but for some reason fell asleep there.

The feedback from the Cursed Blood indicated that his aunt had only half a year left in her lifespan...

This was a limitation of her life expectancy rather than her physical condition.

"Is that you, Ah Xue?" his aunt’s voice suddenly called.

It seemed she was a light sleeper, awoken by the slightest noise, but she liked to sleep with the TV on. Even without a TV, she would leave on a radio or autoplaying videos, dozing in and out of dreams.

"Yeah..." Xue Dili replied.

"I’m fine, just normal signs of getting old, nothing to worry about, this won’t happen again. You don’t have to worry about me..." She spoke, seemingly fearing Xue Dili would worry about her.

"Yeah..."

Their exchanges were always like this; his aunt would say a sentence, and Xue Dili would respond with a sound.

"Get a good rest. You don’t have to worry about the household chores, I’ll have my daughter help with them," Xue Dili said.

"Alright..." his aunt Hui responded.

...

On the next day, Xue Dili left early. Originally, Saturday was meant for making up the classes missed during the school’s holiday, but he took time off and went to the Masked Ball.

It was as lively as ever, filled with people indulging in revelry. Men and women alike were laughing and having fun, and when Xue Dili arrived, several groups targeted him for amusement.

There was even an annoying person repeatedly calling "Smile, Smile" to Xue Dili.

But these revelers soon became part of the amusement themselves, getting tricked by Xue Dili into buying shares of the Magic Academy. Although the academy was just a building with only Susu living in the dormitory, always glued to her phone or sleeping, like a lazy university student.

However, this didn’t stop Xue Dili from selling the concept, attracting fools aiming for stock appreciation.

This was Xue Dili’s first time here, and he had no experience. By the second time, he was tricked, but he wouldn’t come for nothing.