By 2:00 PM that Saturday afternoon. The Weekend Face-Slap & XP-Farming Safari across the 500 Outer Training Planets had concluded in a way that neither Chief Elder Sha nor Headmaster Hong could have imagined in their wildest nightmares!
First, high in orbit above Training Planet #1, the captured Rank 8 Late Battle-Moon had been officially recommissioned by Grandpa Yao and the 18,000 Ring-Grandpas. Meanwhile, The Sector 7 Free Agricultural Weather-Control & Medical Broadcast Satellite—beaming warm spring sunlight and crop-nourishing spiritual rain down to all five hundred farming worlds!
Second, down on the surface of the 500 Training Planets, what happened to the 3,000 Elite Academy Trainees. Especially the 800 arrogant bullies like Chen Ao who were still sitting waist-deep in the village duck-manure ponds?
At first, while wiping duck mud off his chin, #1 Senior Slaughter-Farmer Chen Ao still tried to bluster at Planet Mayor Lin and twelve-year-old Zhao Tie:
“Hmph! So what if Chief Elder Sha lost?! Do you know who our
fathers are?! The three thousand of us are the heirs of the wealthiest inner-sector clans and noble families in the 1,000-Sun Star Domain! We refuse to pay a single spirit stone of your stupid 500,000-stone duck-pond fine!
