Below is the English translation of "Three Unifications Arc Chapter 22: War Rain Begins 1" based on the provided text. The translation preserves the martial arts/sci-fi/alien realm adventure style, maintaining humor, exaggeration, nationalism, and direct depiction of sensitive content (e.g., explicit romantic and sexual scenes, life-threatening risks, and interspecies dynamics) without softening, as per your instructions. It ensures consistency with prior translations (e.g., "Sun Empire," "Flying Dragon Star," "high-energy crystal," "Yellow Dragon Group") and emphasizes Makino Feitian's commanding presence as the human king navigating an alien threat and personal trials. The tone is intense, risqué, and emotionally charged, aligning with the YY (fantasy wish-fulfillment) vibe, blending alien intrigue, harem passion, and Feitian's cosmic ambition. At the end, I've added a short, engaging interactive paragraph tailored for Webnovel to boost reader conversion, encouraging comments and speculation to enhance engagement.
Three Unifications Arc Chapter 22: War Rain Begins 1
As the black terror warship vanished, a radio signal shot from it, racing into the cosmic depths. Two hundred million light-years from the god realm's star, a dense fleet of varied black warships—over ten thousand strong—hovered. This was the Pandora Galaxy's First Exploration Legion. The scout ship that probed the god realm belonged to them. At the fleet's heart loomed a colossal command ship, home to Legion Commander Pompoko.
From Pompoko's quarters, sultry moans drifted. His four hands worked feverishly, while a female, spider-like with four limbs, braced against the deck. Damn, extra hands make everything easier—even lovemaking's a four-pronged assault. No wonder they dominated. A primal roar later, the two (humanoid, so we'll call them human) fused like mating spiders, motionless.
Bang, bang. Knocks interrupted. "General, urgent message!" Pompoko's aide called anxiously. "Enter," Pompoko wheezed, unmoving. The aide, unfazed by the scene, stood at attention and reported, "General, Scout One reports a new civilization planet two hundred million light-years away. Their tech's primitive, but their biological potential's advanced. Surveillance satellites, not theirs, were found in orbit—likely another civilization's. The planet's mineral-rich. To be safe, Scout One's captain requests immediate support."
"Oh?" Pompoko freed a hand from the woman's curves, grabbing the communique. He glanced at it, climbed off her, and slumped into a chair, eyes half-closed. The woman turned, cleaning the post-storm mess from his lower half, making him quiver.
"Your thoughts?" Pompoko muttered.
Aide Sako, tearing his gaze from the woman's sleek form, swallowed hard. "Support's wise. It's a resource-rich planet, and the monitoring civilization's tech lags ours. Seizing it could be our expedition's crown jewel. The Emperor might reward us handsomely." His words were sharp, but inwardly, he cursed Pompoko. Old bastard hoarding such a beauty. Her allure ignited Sako's desire, barely concealed by his uniform. Exposure would doom his chances with her.
"Leave," Pompoko waved at the woman. She rose, naked, and sauntered out, shooting Sako a sultry glance—a signal to meet at their usual spot. His heart jolted like a lightning strike.
"You know the Emperor's goals, right? No need to spell it out. Call me when we arrive. Now, out—I need rest," Pompoko said, shooing Sako. Age dulled his stamina.
Sako knew the mission: find mineral-rich planets and habitable worlds to ease population strain, as the Emperor decreed. Simple enough. Elated, he exited quietly, then bolted to their rendezvous. In his quarters, Pompoko's eyes flicked open, then shut. "Scavenging so eagerly," he smirked.
Sako burst into the meeting spot, and a silken body clung to him. His four arms pulled her close—none other than Pompoko's woman. "So eager? Old man didn't satisfy you?" he teased, kissing her.
"Really? I didn't notice. I've got things to do—see you tomorrow," she purred, stoking his fire, then withholding relief.
"Baby, my bad. You're too irresistible," Sako, the sly veteran, cooed, stripping in a flash. Four hands make quick work.
"Ah, so good!" she moaned as they merged. "Wait, I forgot to relay orders!" Sako gasped, recalling his task. Defying commands was unthinkable.
"Double duty, and you catch a cold?" she pouted, her body writhing like an eel. Sako dropped the communicator, roared, and went full throttle, unable to resist her tease.
Scout One
"Captain, the command ship signals to input our coordinates. The general's approved our plan and is en route," the radioman reported.
"Excellent. Enter the coordinates. We'll wait for rendezvous before moving," the captain said, calm despite his excitement.
Flying Dragon Star Palace
Xue'er and I stood by the window, nestled together, gazing at the garden's beauty. "Xue'er, I'm uneasy. Since yesterday's meeting, something's off," I said, kissing her tender cheek, voicing my worry.
"Feitian, relax. We do our best—that's enough. No one defies fate. But they'll pay a price to beat us," Xue'er said fiercely. That's my wife—gutsy.
"No word from the monitoring center. Something's up. I don't buy they just scanned our satellites and left. Anyone finding a new planet would explore unless there's a follow-up. Their hasty exit suggests the latter," I mused.
"You need rest. You haven't slept properly since yesterday," Xue'er said, hugging my waist tenderly.
"Got it, wifey. Xue'er, just us now—shouldn't we…?" I nibbled her earlobe.
"Hehe, ticklish! I'm not falling for it. You always tease me—I can't keep up," she giggled, squirming.
"Hah, tease? You're my heart. I cherish you," I said, scooping her up despite her protests, carrying her to the bedchamber…
"What time is it?" I asked, waking to find Xue'er reading a magazine. The sky hinted at evening.
"Eight p.m. You slept like a log," she teased.
"Ugh, exhausted. Man's work is tough," I said, stressing exhausted.
"Old rogue," Xue'er shot back, stunning me with the term. I protested, "Rogue? If I wasn't, how'd we get our kid? Did you force me?" Play dirty? I'm not that naive kid anymore.
"I don't care. You were a little rogue, tricking me into 'training' that made a baby. Now you're an old rogue, claiming love but always after that," she huffed. Heaven help me—women and villains, impossible to please!
"Wifey, that's harsh. You agreed to 'training.' You knew the deal; I was clueless. You seduced me! I was ten—ten! I didn't blame you, but you're blaming me? Six years of 'training' for a kid—how's that my fault?" Her face flushed with mock anger.
"Grown bold, huh? Rogue it is!" She pounced, only to end up pinned beneath me, "punished" by the people. Two hours later, she agreed to anything, limp and powerless. Men don't let women lead. (Pure guy talk.)
"Lady, dinner time. We need to check the situation," I said, patting her hip. "So sleepy," she mumbled, rolling over, arms wrapping me. After much coaxing, she rose, worn from days of strain.
"Tian, I've been itchy lately. Hospital found nothing, but it persists," Xue'er said.
"Why didn't you say sooner? Let me check," I said. Though no doctor, my Divine Medicine Codex mastery, qi flow, and meridian knowledge surpassed modern scans. I sent a thin qi thread along her usual energy paths. Hah, got it. Her cultivation hit a bottleneck; her meridians, too narrow for her deep inner energy, expanded, causing the itch. Breaking through naturally would take a year, even with our dual cultivation.
I frowned, feigning deep thought. Xue'er's heart sank. A serious issue even Feitian can't fix? "Feitian, is it bad? It's okay. If it's not life-threatening, I can handle itching," she said, comforting me despite her fear.
Stifling laughter, I said, "Xue'er, it's not just itching—it threatens your life… by extending it."
Her eyes widened, tears welling at the thought of leaving our child. Then, realizing my jest, she fumed. How'd I fall for it? With her martial prowess and physique, illness was rare—she hadn't adjusted to that truth. No letting Feitian off!
"You tricked me again! You're not just a rogue—you're a liar!" she said, pounding my chest.
"Heh, relax. I'll widen your meridians. You'll hit Tier 5, maybe aim for Tier 6. Even the God and Demon Kings won't outmatch you," I said, holding her hand.
"Really?" She eyed me skeptically. Am I that sneaky? (Public Book: "Not sneaky, but Xue'er and I have a thing. Your arrogance bugs me—stirring trouble's fun." Feitian: "#@$%! I'm striking! I'll sue the publishers for threatening my love life!" Public Book: "…%—%—%")
Widening Xue'er's meridians drained me. The process was brutal. Thankfully, absorbed high-energy crystal power kicked in, or disaster would've struck. At the critical moment, my dantian's energy poured into her, leaving a mere wisp to sustain me. Without backup qi, my energy would've stayed in her. Losing qi was fine for me, but her narrow meridians couldn't handle it—she'd die from ruptured channels. Why was I so reckless? If meridians were so easy to tweak, gods and demons would be crawling with masters. I'd doomed us both. As despair hit, energy erupted from my cells, surging to my dantian, linking with the qi in Xue'er, encasing her meridians, and completing the transformation in one go. A blessing in disguise—the returning qi purified and boosted my mental energy significantly.
Had anyone seen, they'd have noticed I'd hit third-state transformation. Without it, I couldn't handle that raw power. No one saw; the unleashed energy ravaged the room, barring entry. Opening my eyes, I found chaos.
"Tian-gege, what happened?" A fragrant figure leapt into my arms—Mimi, the kitten. With that energy surge, how could they not notice? My qi flare triggered their senses, especially Meilina's trio, energy-sensitive. My third-state burst shattered their prior estimates of my power. As my wives rushed in, an explanation was due.
"Quiet, everyone. I was widening Xue'er's meridians. Please leave—I need to stabilize. Don't make noise; Xue'er's at a critical cultivation point," I said. Relieved, my wives left, their wistful looks showing reluctance. But they obeyed, forcing me to play the heartless husband.
With Xue'er still fusing her energy, I sat cross-legged, regulating my breath. We were soaked in sweat. Never again without certainty. The thought still chilled me.
Waking from meditation, I met Xue'er's tear-streaked, radiant face. "What's wrong, Xue'er?" I asked, wiping her tears.
"Tian, I was terrified you'd leave me. Never do that again—it's too dangerous. I wanted you to stop," she sobbed, clinging to my waist. "Alright, I promise—no next time. I can't bear leaving you all," I soothed, vowing to my beloved.
"How's your body?" I asked.
"No more itching. Qi flows so fast, warm and comfy—never felt better. Thank you, Feitian," she said, glowing with happiness.
"Your martial arts have shifted from quantity to quality—a new tier. Keep cultivating," I said. With our physique and constant practice, plus elixirs, eternal life wasn't a myth, barring cosmic collapse. My body was near-eternal. Reaching fourth-stage, fully energized, I could exist as pure energy under mental control, shaping myself freely. This process revealed mental energy's importance. Dual cultivation of qi and mental energy was ideal—later stages demanded it, each breakthrough painful. My third-state transformation spiked senses, which I'd thought was power-based. Now, I realized stored cell energy converted to mental energy, amplifying it.
Reader's Corner: Yo, readers, aliens are massing, and Feitian's dodging death to power up Xue'er! Will his qi gamble outsmart the four-armed Pandora fleet, or is Meilina's silence hiding a demon-sized twist? Drop your cosmic predictions in the comments—let's crack this interstellar storm!