The housekeeper didn't want to waste more time arguing. No matter how sharp his tongue, he was still a waste, and an ugly waste at that, about to die on a Wasted Planet, a man not even qualified for a marriage alliance.
The other one was beautiful enough to be sent away but had too wild a personality and was a sickly type. The pair made quite an interesting couple.
He opened his Star Network account and transferred ten thousand Star Coins directly.
"Hope you get a chance to spend it."
Nian Shutong looked at the confirmation message with a genuinely content smile, nodded at the housekeeper sincerely, and said,
"Rest assured, I will certainly try my best."
The housekeeper watched Nian Shutong babbling away, thinking this person must be truly insane. Ten thousand Star Coins? The housekeeper smirked inwardly, not necessarily yours.
Nian Shutong wasn't aware of the housekeeper's scheming. Maybe ten thousand Star Coins wasn't much to them, but to Nian Shutong, who had nothing, it was significant.
If she asked for more, she might not get it. Not asking for any was unsettling.
She never believed that reaching the Wasted Planet led only to a dead end.
Someone else's dead end might be her path to survival.
"Thank you, housekeeper. Don't worry, I'm quite perceptive and will leave immediately with the sickly one." Nian Shutong paused hesitantly as she said this.
"But..."
"But what?" The housekeeper glared at Nian Shutong with an oppressive gaze, even using a bit of spiritual power.
Nian Shutong, whose Divine Sense was strong, naturally didn't care. After all, she had just learned to use the Star Network in that short time.
But Nian Shutong feigned a headache, covering her forehead as she somewhat incomprehensibly said, "I just want to pack my clothes... Ah... My head! Hurts! Hurts!"
"Take her away," the housekeeper withdrew his spiritual power and commanded the people standing beside him.
"Nian Shutong, know when to stop."
"Phew—" Nian Shutong exhaled deeply, glanced around confusedly, then released her grip from her head and tossed a look at the housekeeper.
"Don't worry, I will definitely leave."
The housekeeper, who received the look, shuddered as if chilled. Were they that familiar?
A waste who couldn't withstand even a hint of spiritual pressure! Disgusting! The housekeeper left with hands clasped behind his back.
Fu Yunhe, who had been lying on the ground panting, lifted a hand with difficulty in Nian Shutong's direction.
Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe, nodded calmly, and said in a reassuring tone,
"Don't worry, I'll come back. No need to fret about dying without anyone to bury you."
A statement made, she walked away, followed by several people, leaving only a Holy Father to watch over the immobilized Fu Yunhe.
Fu Yunhe had no other options, even if he claimed to be the Imperial Commander now, no one would believe him.
Interstellar people cultivate spiritual power and physical ability. He was originally one of the most skilled among them.
Destroying someone's spiritual power and merging one's own into it would cause immense rejection, so nobody would do that.
How he came back to life through another's body remained a mystery.
As for Fu Yunhe now, nowhere he could go, his only hope was the persistent Nian Shutong who wished him an early death.
Meanwhile, Nian Shutong truly went to pack her things in her room.
But when she came out, all that remained of her once-lived-in room were four blank walls.
If she had a handy tool, she would have dismantled the walls just to make a coffin for the beautiful, sickly person.
Sigh... What a pity.
Nian Shutong looked at a button on her wrist, a Space Button unique to the interstellar realm. It was a gift from her foster parents, albeit the smallest one, not very spacious but enough for those belongings.
It's uncertain why the Nian Family hadn't confiscated it.
As Nian Shutong stepped out the door, she headed toward the flower garden of the Nian Family. She said to a few people, "Mind if I pluck a few flowers?"
The people who followed her exchanged glances and ultimately did not stop her.
The flowers in the garden were plants with mild toxins, left in the outer area only for decoration due to two blooms, and not really cared about.
Nian Shutong walked casually, reaching out as she moved.
She picked whatever small flowers she could reach, of all different colors.
"Beep! Detecting agricultural plant, eggplant."
"Beep! Detecting agricultural plant, green pepper."
"Beep! Host successfully unlocked three types of agricultural plants, rewarded starter kit."
With the constant beeping in her mind, Nian Shutong showed no expression, finally freeing two "white flowers" and pulling some grass for good measure.
"White flowers obtained."
Moreover, the unexpected gains were pleasant enough.
All along, these scraps were her true target.
After packing, Nian Shutong returned to the corridor of the Nian Family, glancing at Fu Yunhe still lying on the ground, struggling to breathe.
"Still alive, impressive."
Nian Shutong then addressed the people behind her, "Kindly bring along this resilient sickly one, we're setting off."
A man walked up from behind, casually grabbing Fu Yunhe's shirt like a cloth.
Fu Yunhe thus was dragged flat, his limbs sagging, feeling... being close to death.
Nian Shutong and the dragged Fu Yunhe were taken onboard a "Starship."
Nian Shutong, "What is this?"
Fu Yunhe, "Such a broken Starship?"