In his previous life, Yun Xunlan was the number one medical cultivator in the cultivation world— the supreme Xilan Xianjun of the Yizong Beiwenzong. He possessed an ancient secret treasure obtained from a secret realm, a mechanical voice that constantly spoke in his mind, called the “Ninja Invincible” system. Since the day he acquired it, the system had been bound to his life and would issue two daily tasks at midnight every day that he had to complete to survive:

First: Collect 10,000 written records from books that the system deemed as “insulting the host.”
Second: Collect one spoken phrase from a real person that the system judged to be “insulting the host.”

As long as Yun Xunlan randomly chose one of the daily tasks to complete the insult quota, the system would grant him an “Invincible Ninja” immortality buff, ensuring that he would not die no matter what he went through. Conversely, failing to complete the tasks would expose him to misfortunes, with the risk of dying at any moment.

So while others maintained their lives by breathing, eating, and sleeping, for Yun Xunlan, survival boiled down to two words: getting insulted.

Unfortunately, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. In his previous life, after becoming invincible in the cultivation world thanks to this system, no one dared to insult him anymore. Unable to collect the required 10,000 insulting records from books, he ended up being struck dead by heavenly lightning on the day of his tribulation.

As for this life…

“Your attendant has left. We need to hurry and collect some negative reviews,” the system urged, interrupting Yun Xunlan’s thoughts. “You only completed today’s daily task, and you haven’t finished tomorrow’s yet. If you can’t complete it, we might as well write your will first.”

Yun Xunlan was submerged in the decompression liquid. Although his eyes were closed, his mind was clear, and he wasn’t in a state of dormancy. He discussed with the system, “Little Enemy, I’m about to enter a sensitive period, and I have things to do tomorrow. Can’t you be a little kinder and let me skip a few of these negative reviews?”

“To travel a thousand miles, one must first read ten thousand books. I’m not asking you to read ten thousand books; I’m only asking you to look at ten thousand negative reviews. Isn’t that enough for you? Ten thousand, not a single one less,” the system rejected Yun Xunlan’s request. “Also, I’ve emphasized many times, don’t call me ‘Little Enemy.’ Please call me Invincible Jushi.”

Yun Xunlan sighed, “Alright, Little Jushi.”

The system: “?”

The system: “That sounds like you’re calling me ‘Little Pig.'”

Yun Xunlan’s slightly hoarse voice was gentle, “You misheard.”

The system seriously suspected that Yun Xunlan was being sarcastic because his request was not met. It felt quite wronged: “I didn’t force you to complete the first daily task; you could still complete the second one.”

Yun Xunlan fell silent. The reason was quite simple: unfortunately, in this life, he had been reborn as the third prince of the Galactic Empire— a dream alpha for billions of omegas. His noble status was even more prestigious than in his previous life. Any person with a normal IQ and rationality would likely lose their mind and openly insult him, directly challenging the authority of the Galactic Empire.

Fortunately, the Galactic Empire had a large population, and there were more than just the Galactic Empire. Through screens, distances, and virtual identities, there were indeed people online who dared to insult Yun Xunlan. However, the Galactic Empire’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs had a public relations team specifically responsible for maintaining the public image of royal family members. They would monitor and filter malicious and false statements against royal members in real-time, as well as prosecute related offenders. Those with serious offenses could even face imprisonment.

So, not to mention whether anyone would dare to insult Yun Xunlan in such circumstances, even if someone did insult him— if the insults were too harsh, the comments would either not be posted at all or would be deleted and the account banned immediately. If the insults were too mild, indirect, or ambiguous, they wouldn’t be useful for Yun Xunlan, as they couldn’t be recorded by the system.

Thus, Yun Xunlan’s survival situation was not much better than in his previous life; it could even be said to be a case of adding insult to injury, making things even more difficult. To sum it up in one sentence: he could die at any moment.

If Yun Xunlan could find someone to help him complete the second daily task and prevent himself from dying right after stepping out the door, he wouldn’t have stayed in his bedroom for three days, continuously avoiding Jian Wenxi.

So he replied to the system, “The jump won’t take long. Once we reach the free port, I’ll continue to go online and complete the tasks.”

The system didn’t object: “Alright.”

Three hours later, a silver starship passed through the interstellar jump gate and arrived at the bustling and vibrant free port of the Galactic Empire, where neon lights flickered. Yun Xunlan was the first to exit the decompression chamber. Once the decompression liquid on his body was dried, he went to wake Jian Wenxi.

The first thing Jian Wenxi did upon opening his eyes was to vomit.

“Ugh… Why is it so uncomfortable to sit on the royal jump ship?” Jian Wenxi leaned over the seat, unable to get up, his face turning green. “I really admire those omegas and betas who can pilot starships. How do they endure this torture?”

Yun Xunlan gently patted his back, helping Jian Wenxi ease his discomfort: “You haven’t been trained; this is a normal reaction.”

Jian Wenxi wiped away the physiological tears at the corners of his eyes: “If it weren’t for the fact that this auction is said to have Professor Ran’s mecha design manuscript, I wouldn’t have come at all.”

He grabbed Yun Xunlan’s sleeve through his gloves and urged the alpha, “There will be a lot of people at the auction. You must stay by my side and not let anyone touch me.”

Yun Xunlan nodded: “Okay.”

The two of them checked into the interstellar hotel established by the Jian family in the free port. Because Jian Wenxi was unwell, they stayed in the hotel and didn’t go out until the next day at nine o’clock when the auction began, wearing their masks.

However, even with masks covering their faces, Jian Wenxi still didn’t take off his mask, gloves, or hat today.

On the way to the auction venue, he looked up at the three-dimensional, handsome face of the silver-haired alpha and asked, “Yun Xunlan, did you not rest well last night?”

Yun Xunlan’s skin was extremely pale, appearing cold and porcelain-like under the cabin’s overhead lights, making the hint of blue under his eyes particularly noticeable, even more so than the vibrant red mole at the corner of his eye.

“I’m about to enter a sensitive period.”

Though he said that, Yun Xunlan’s tone and expression were too calm and serene, making it hard to believe him just by looking at his exterior.

“Oh, then let’s go back after we buy the manuscript,” Jian Wenxi said without a hint of doubt. “If you see something you like, just tell me, and I’ll get it for you.”

Yun Xunlan smiled slightly, not being polite: “Alright.”

The two walked side by side, followed closely by their attendant Ni Chun and an alpha bodyguard.

There were indeed many guests at the auction venue, all gray silhouettes whose faces were indistinguishable and voices inaudible. The staff at the venue, however, were not wearing masks and greeted Yun Xunlan and Jian Wenxi with smiles, leading them to the private room they had reserved in advance.

Once they were surrounded by familiar faces, Jian Wenxi sighed in relief: “Wow… there are so many people. I felt like I was suffocating walking down this path.”

Yun Xunlan asked him, “After the auction ends, should we wait for the crowd to disperse before leaving?”

Jian Wenxi was concerned about Yun Xunlan’s health: “No need. You’re about to enter a sensitive period. Let’s leave early. I can hold on.”

Yun Xunlan replied, “Alright.”

The mecha design manuscript that Jian Wenxi wanted to buy would most likely be the final item up for auction. Since he couldn’t see it in advance and wasn’t interested in other items, he lay on the sofa and dozed off.

On the other hand, Yun Xunlan, who accompanied him to the auction, was quite interested and even bought an antique.

The antique was a foreign knife from ancient Blue Star. After tens of thousands of years, when it was handed to Yun Xunlan, the blade was still sharp and shiny, reflecting light beautifully.

Jian Wenxi leaned over to take a look and felt that the knife was ordinary and unremarkable. He said to Yun Xunlan, “You really like things from ancient Blue Star. I see you’ve bought a lot of ancient Blue Star antiques.”

“Yes, I really like them,” Yun Xunlan said, holding the knife with both hands, carefully admiring the blade, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

“I remember your…” Jian Wenxi started, but suddenly exclaimed, “Ah, it’s coming! It’s coming!”

Halfway through their conversation, Jian Wenxi suddenly jumped up from the sofa, completely changing from his usual calm demeanor, rushing to the one-way glass window, his eyes shining as he stared at a manuscript booklet on the display stand, exclaiming, “Professor Ran’s mecha design manuscript has finally arrived!”

Yun Xunlan walked over to him and asked, “Is it the real deal?”

Jian Wenxi’s voice trembled with excitement: “Yes!”

Before her death, Professor Ran was the most famous mecha designer in the galaxy. No one working in the mecha industry didn’t want to get their hands on her manuscripts. Unfortunately, her research notes and sketches were almost all written on anti-peeping paper, which could only be viewed with the naked eye and could not be transmitted or accessed through electronic devices. Therefore, very few people in the entire galaxy had seen her real works, and even fewer could identify the authenticity of her manuscripts.

Jian Wenxi happened to be one of the very few who could recognize the authenticity of Professor Ran’s manuscripts. That’s why he personally came to this auction, fearing that someone unreliable would buy him a fake.

“I must get it!”

Jian Wenxi couldn’t control his emotions and pressed the bidding button the moment the auctioneer announced the starting price of 5 billion star coins, directly doubling the starting price: “10 billion!”

— He opened with a bid three times the reward price for Yun Xunlan’s manuscript.

However, there were still quite a few people attending the auction for this manuscript, and they all seemed to be top-tier wealthy individuals. As soon as Jian Wenxi’s bid fell, another guest raised the price: “15 billion.”

Jian Wenxi continued to double the bid: “30 billion.”

30 billion star coins could already build another jump ship like the one Yun Xunlan and the others had taken from the free port, but Jian Wenxi didn’t even blink when he pressed the bidding button.

Yun Xunlan did not join the bidding. He had stayed up all night to complete his daily tasks, surfing the internet to collect negative reviews, and the sensitive period was still affecting him. After observing for a while, he couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the irritation that was surging within him due to the approaching sensitive period.

Fortunately, Jian Wenxi was rich enough to end the auction in just ten minutes, winning Professor Ran’s manuscript for a staggering 120 billion star coins.

All items sent to buyers were packaged in uniform imaging interference boxes. Without opening the lid, others couldn’t tell what was inside. However, Jian Wenxi was uneasy about handing the manuscript over to someone else for safekeeping. After receiving it, he personally held it tightly, not letting go, and on the way back, he was so excited that he didn’t even care about the number of people around him, busy exclaiming to Yun Xunlan, “My goddess truly deserves to be my goddess. The price of the manuscript is even more expensive than the bounty on my head. I won’t sleep tonight. I want to…”

Jian Wenxi’s words were abruptly interrupted by the sudden darkness.

The alpha bodyguards quickly surrounded Yun Xunlan, forming a protective circle around him.

Ni Chun pulled out a small electromagnetic gun from his waist and pressed it against the lower back of the auction house staff leading the way, coldly questioning, “What’s going on?”

“I… I don’t know,” the staff member said, panic-stricken. “Is there a power outage?”

Ni Chun replied, “Don’t be ridiculous. The power has been cut off.”

Such a large-scale auction venue couldn’t possibly be without a backup generator. The occurrence of this situation was definitely due to someone cutting off the power.

Jian Wenxi whispered to Yun Xunlan, “Is it aimed at someone else, or is it aimed at me or you?”

“Most likely not someone else, but you,” Yun Xunlan said. “There are not many who can afford to bid on Professor Ran’s manuscript.”

Jian Wenxi was about to argue, “You can too,” when a violent explosion shook the ground beneath them, nearly causing him to fall. The screams that had not ceased since the power outage grew louder, and amidst the chaos, an auction house staff member was running inside, shouting, “There are gunmen at the exit!”

As if someone wanted to corroborate his words, Ni Chun raised his eyes and found the auction house staff member in the crowd, only to see him blown apart by a momentary explosive bullet shot from the exit.

The crowd became even more chaotic with the sight of flesh and body parts scattered everywhere, and the triggered attack alarm blared, sharply tearing through the night’s tranquility.

Ni Chun furrowed his brows tightly, gripping the auction house staff member’s collar and sternly demanding, “Is your auction’s entry security and safety just for show? How did these weapons get in?!”

But you also smuggled weapons in past security, didn’t you?!

The auction house staff member, held at gunpoint by Ni Chun, was on the verge of tears but didn’t have the courage to voice that thought.

Meanwhile, the gunfire approaching from the exit continued to close in. The true targets of the attackers who triggered this chaos were unknown. Several powerful and wealthy individuals removed their masks, hoping to negotiate, only to be shot dead instantly.

With the situation regarding the firepower and the number of attackers ahead unclear, Ni Chun didn’t dare to let Yun Xunlan move toward the exit. He lowered his voice to ask Yun Xunlan, “Your Highness, they used an EMP bomb. We’ve lost contact with the guards outside the venue. The starship will arrive within ten minutes. Should we head to the safe room first? Or wait here? Find another exit? Or continue forward…”

The safe room was a refuge that all large venues must construct, with thick walls to withstand air raids. Each safe room was stocked with emergency supplies for a year. They didn’t carry high-lethality weapons, and the other exits were farther away than the route to the safe room, making the situation equally mysterious. Therefore, after pondering for a few seconds, Yun Xunlan said, “Let’s go to the safe room.”

The safe room on this floor was at the end of the northern corridor. To allow Ni Chun and the other bodyguards to protect them better, Yun Xunlan held the imaging interference box containing the foreign knife and hurried toward the safe room.

When they arrived, a staff member clearly dressed as the auction house manager was anxiously standing at the switch for the safe room, waving his arms to usher guests inside to take cover.

The staff member being held by Ni Chun exclaimed in surprise, “Our manager is over there!”

Two bodyguards entered the safe room ahead of Yun Xunlan to clear the way, but after taking two steps inside, Yun Xunlan suddenly paused.

At that moment, many gray silhouettes representing guests were rushing into the safe room, fearing that if they were slow, they would be shot, and also worried that if they were slow, they would block the escape route for others. Thus, Yun Xunlan’s pause stood out among them, instantly attracting the attention of the auction house manager.

Jian Wenxi was also surprised and looked up at Yun Xunlan: “Yun Xunlan, why aren’t you leaving—ah!”

Without any warning, Yun Xunlan turned around and forcefully pushed Jian Wenxi.

At the same time, the auction house manager pulled down the door handle, and a gray silhouette at the innermost part of the safe room suddenly stood up, aiming a high-energy beam gun at Yun Xunlan’s arm, seemingly trying to stop him from saving Jian Wenxi.

Thus, the last thing Jian Wenxi saw as he fell into Ni Chun’s arms was Yun Xunlan falling outside the safe room, rolling to his feet, with his right hand severed at the wrist by the high-energy beam.