Chapter Twenty-Six: Oscillation

Amidst the ruins.

The disciple of the Lunar Sect lay lifeless on the ground, eyes wide open in death, unable to find peace. Nearby, Ye Han sat limply, his entire body drained of strength, and his mind still in turmoil.

Even the slightest movement left him feeling weak.

His constitution was simply too poor.

Ye Han had only managed to kill this disciple because he had chanced upon the probability of triggering the “Lethal” trait. For that, he had spent over an hour maneuvering, slashing over a thousand times.

“Do I need to rely on cultivation techniques from Star Xiyuan?” Ye Han propped his chin with his hand.

As long as he was willing to spend origin power to temper his body, his physical condition could reach a state of perfection. As for so-called innate talents or rare bloodlines, these could all be compensated for with origin power.

Moreover, as a planet’s bonded one, he possessed a unique advantage: before reaching the limit of the bonded planet, his cultivation would never encounter a bottleneck.

Currently, he had Level Three permissions, which meant that whatever he cultivated, he would face no obstacles up to the twelfth tier.

Ye Han stood up, dusted himself off, and started walking out of the ruins, pondering as he went, “There are also some techniques in the Faction Store.”

The techniques in the Faction Store also originated from the bonded planets, and the higher their upper limits, the more expensive they became. Techniques starting at the tenth tier could cost over a hundred million, and some were priced beyond imagination. There was no shortage of techniques worth tens of billions. The value of a top-tier technique could even exceed that of a planetary transformation package.

“But once you choose a cultivation technique, you can’t change it in the later stages; you can only continue to deduce on the original foundation.” Ye Han frowned, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

A planet’s bonded one could spend origin power to borrow the abilities of indigenous beings, but if he cultivated personally, that would fix his path. Even when borrowing abilities, he had to consider whether they would conflict with his own cultivation.

The limitations were simply too great.

Within the greater human factions, the prevailing attitude among the bonded was to spare no effort to strengthen the local population, both at the cutting edge and across the board.

The mainstream thinking was: if you can just spend origin power to borrow strength, why exhaust yourself cultivating personally?

This was also why the bonded themselves rarely possessed significant personal power.

“There’s nothing wrong with that logic. If you can enjoy life lying down, who would want to kneel and toil?” Ye Han pursed his lips, a trace of confusion flickering in his eyes.

The notion of cultivating himself had barely formed in Ye Han’s mind before he ruthlessly quashed it.

“Once the Xuanling Package covers Earth and the local strength increases, I can just sit back and reap the benefits!” Ye Han yawned contentedly.

Still, before that happened, he needed to acquire some cultivation techniques for the locals to use as references.

“Let’s start with the Lunar Sect, then!”

Ye Han was a man of action. Once he made up his mind, he didn’t hesitate—he immediately initiated a spatial jump, heading straight for the Lunar Sect.

For this entrance examination, each faction had ten professions for candidates to incarnate as. In addition to Ye Han, who was a Slave Master, there were the Royalty, the Sect, the Warrior, the Noble, the Mine Owner, the Merchant, the Wanderer, the Commoner, and the Bandit—nine other professions.

If the candidates of one faction were to unite, they could easily seize control of the entire force.

But that was impossible.

First of all, the ten professions in each faction—totaling a hundred candidates—each came from different sequences, civilizations, and worldviews.

Moreover, when it was all over, the survivors could control the teleportation gate to the eliminated party’s bonded planet. No one dared to take that lightly.

Who would trust strangers to guard their backs? Who could guarantee an “ally” wouldn’t sabotage them in secret?

“When I was deploying signal relays earlier, the Lunar Sect’s location showed a candidate present!”

Ye Han strode quickly across the wilderness, covering ten miles with each step.

Compared to the slave faction, those who started within the sect faction enjoyed overwhelming advantages. In terms of personnel control and the independence of operations, the sect even surpassed the royal faction.

Ye Han planned to rely on his spatial jump ability to infiltrate the sect’s library and transport all their techniques to his own people.

“But this mutual locator for candidates is rather tricky.”

After half an hour, Ye Han stopped and looked up at the distant mountains.

Through the sigil on his chest, he could distinctly sense the presence of another candidate—directly ahead.

With its hundred-mile range, all Ye Han had to do was walk straight in the direction indicated by the sigil; a few jumps would bring him face to face with the candidate.

Fortunately, the sigil could only indicate direction within a hundred miles, without reflecting changes in distance. Whether the other candidate was one meter or a thousand meters away, the information given was the same.

This gave Ye Han room to maneuver.

“This guy hasn’t moved at all!”

With one hand pressed to his chest, Ye Han grinned. “That makes it easier for me to make my move and set up a cover.”

Ye Han spread his consciousness within a ten-mile radius. This time, instead of maximal vertical jumps, he shifted horizontally, circling around the sensed direction.

Within just three minutes, Ye Han performed repeated horizontal jumps along a ten-kilometer line, averaging over twenty jumps per second. The afterimages left by his jumps nearly formed a straight line.

After this warm-up, Ye Han returned to his original position.

This time, he switched tactics, advancing with vertical jumps of five hundred meters each, moving forward cautiously.

As a planet’s bonded one, his spiritual strength was formidable. Now, due to the restrictions imposed by Star Xiyuan’s will, Ye Han could only extend his perception to a ten-mile radius. The other candidate should have the same capability.

If he accidentally jumped straight into the other’s field of perception, it would spell disaster.

Appearing suddenly within someone’s spiritual domain—no matter how inattentive they were, they’d notice immediately.

He might not even have time to identify the other candidate before exposing himself.

As Ye Han slowly approached the sect’s mountain gate—

Inside a secret chamber of the Lunar Sect, a woman of cold beauty frowned slightly.

“The area of a sector, S, equals the central angle (in degrees) times pi, 3.14, times the radius squared, divided by 360 degrees.”

“From this, the absolute value of the central angle in radians, |a|, equals twice the sector area divided by the radius squared. The directional sense just now indicated a 45-degree angle.”

“If that person moved back and forth for three minutes at normal speed…”

Luan Shuangyu, pen in hand, was working out calculations on a sheet of white paper.

Her formulas quickly filled the page.

“The sector’s arc length, chord length, and the perpendicular through the center form a right triangle, but all three are unknowns—how do I solve this?”

Luan Shuangyu propped her chin with one hand, gently biting her fingernail as she stared in silence at the paper covered in writing.

She stared for a long time, but still couldn’t make sense of it.

“What a bunch of nonsense!”

Flushing with frustration, Luan Shuangyu tore the paper to shreds in annoyance.