Chapter 471: Crossing Mountains and Rivers to Bring You Home

Chapter 471 Across a Thousand Miles to Bring You Home

In a flash of white light, Song Chuyi reverted to human form.

He stretched lazily, then scooped up the little detection bot in his arms.

"How about I call you Xiaotong?"

He nestled the small white orb atop Xiaotong’s head.

"Suits you."

Xiaotong: "(*^▽^*)"

Song Chuyi let out a quiet laugh, rubbing his slightly sore shoulders as he glanced around.

"Strange, where is this?"

He only remembered falling asleep leaning against Gu Yongnian's shoulder—how did he wake up in this middle-of-nowhere dump?

That guy Gu Yongnian wouldn’t have gone so lovesick he turned creepy and wanted to live here with him forever, would he?

No way was he agreeing to that.

Song Chuyi blinked lightly, reaching out with his powers but found no trace of Gu Yongnian.

Didn’t seem like Gu Yongnian’s doing.

It hit him—could he have accidentally teleported himself here while asleep?

Given past precedents, Song Chuyi thought it was pretty likely.

He had no way to call out and couldn’t contact Gu Yongnian.

But he believed Gu Yongnian would definitely come looking for him. Until then, he’d kill time scoping things out.

Reaching out with his powers again, Song Chuyi spotted signs of civilization way off in the distance.

That became his destination.

But he wasn’t in a hurry, ambling along leisurely.

The bitter cold softened as it neared Song Chuyi, brushing against his face like a caress.

With Xiaotong, now out cold, hugged in his left arm, Song Chuyi raised his right hand, palm up.

A handful of coffee beans materialized in his grasp.

His fingers lightly pinched the beans, perhaps with a bit too much force—soon, they turned to dust, scattering over the cracked ground.

The powder seeped into the soil and were gone in a blink.

Without warning, storm clouds rolled in.

Rain pattered down behind him.

They seemed eager to soak the ground, rushing toward the soil permeated with coffee fruit.

Abruptly, a green sprout quietly emerged.

It wasn’t a seedling of a coffee tree but a wildly tenacious blade of grass.

Given half a chance, it could grow wildly.

Just like now, as the nutrients in the soil were awakened by the coffee, sprouts burst forth in just a minute.

Nourished by the rain, they soon reached a foot in height.

Meanwhile, the previously stored detection machines suddenly flashed red, as if detecting something.

Obedient to their prime directive, they emptied out of the warehouse one after another, heading straight for Song Chuyi’s location.

By the time the two soldiers noticed, all the detection machines in the warehouse had already escaped.

Realizing this was serious, they immediately jumped in their hovercar to track the machines.

A whole fleet of scanners converged on a certain direction, as if controlled by the Mechanical Clan's sovereign.

But why would the king of the Mechanical Clan come to this abandoned planet, soon to be destroyed?

Baffled, they raced to where the machines had gathered.

And then, they witnessed a sight they'd never forget.

The boy surrounded by the robots was breathtakingly beautiful. His striking eyes seemed to possess a strange calming effect, the light within them like the legendary sun itself, searing into their very souls.

Frozen mid-step, they stared dumbfounded at the boy.

Behind him stretched an impossible carpet of green unlike anything they had ever seen—a sight reserved only for the highest commander’s office on the Federation's Planet One.

Yet now, it spread in great swaths, as if welcoming the boy’s arrival.

They could feel their blood pounding, like they were possessed.

They even wanted to loudly proclaim the boy’s arrival, but on this desolate abandoned planet, there were only the two of them.

So they could only lock eyes, finding the same shock and joy mirrored in each other’s faces before regaining their bearings.

See? He'd driven them both crazy.

The boy noticed them too. He even waved at them.

"Hello there."

He even greeted them!

Unsure how to respond, they fumbled awkwardly.

Only when the boy approached and asked, "Are these little robots yours?" did the thinner soldier find his voice, bobbing his head.

"They’re ours."

"I’m Engel, and he’s Wang Wen."

Song Chuyi nodded to the two of them.

"My name is Song Chuyi. It's a pleasure to meet you."

His eyes gleamed with mirth, like a flame, but softer.

Engel couldn’t put it into words—his meager vocabulary couldn’t convey what the boy stirred in him.

A wave of tranquility, unlike anything he’d ever known, swept over him the moment he saw the boy.

His sleep-deprived body seemed to relax completely at that instant, and his constantly strained psyche suddenly lost its restraint.

He was... getting drowsy.

Engel didn’t know what was happening to him, but he truly wanted to sleep.

This was the kind of drowsiness everyone longed for, and he was no exception.

But it felt rude to just conk out in front of him.

The abandoned planet was devoid of life. They had already sent a request to Federation headquarters, and the planet would be obliterated in 24 hours.

If he dozed off and missed the Federation’s pickup, he’d be vaporized with the planet.

He wasn’t afraid of death—not when sleep was the rarer luxury.

A solid nap would be worth dying for.

But abandoning the boy? Unthinkable.

The boy had to live.

That conviction forced Engel’s lips to move.

"The Federation ship will arrive tomorrow at 10 a.m."

"You must go."

The words barely out, he listed sideways and crashed into a snoring heap.

Wang Wen was out cold before Engel even finished speaking.

They sprawled inelegantly across the ground, their pallid cheeks oddly flushed.

They seemed to be having a delightful dream—if they realized those fleeting visions were dreams, it would surely be a beautiful one.

To Federation citizens—strangers to sleep—falling into slumber at this moment would be the envy of countless others.

Seeing the sleeping pair, Song Chuyi grinned idly petting the robot cradled in his arms.

"Xiaotong, looks like we’ve finally nailed the whole ‘good sleep’ thing."

Now a full-fledged coffee tree, his powers honed to gift peaceful slumber.

Song Chuyi tilted his chin up, eyes scanning the horizon.

Not far away, the air itself split open, and a figure stepped through.

Dressed in a suit, his hair neatly combed, he might’ve crossed continents, yet here he was—immaculate, like he’d stepped from a salon, ready to take his beloved home.