The existence of a Godly position, though this particular Umbrella Godly position was extremely low-ranking. In the Underworld on Saturn, the lowest-tier warriors were called Ghost Soldiers, categorized from Level One, Two, Three, all the way up to Level Nine Ghost Soldiers, based on their martial prowess or contributions to the Underworld.

Though the rank of Yaksha was not considered exceptionally high, it was still a cadre position within the Underworld. Fortunately, the Underworld did not have too many cadres, so anyone referred to as a Yaksha was already considered a high-ranking official.

Qin Fen hadn't expected that Solov, standing before him, was actually a cadre of the Underworld. Looking at his Sixteen-Star strength, was his cadre status a bit too low? Had he not told the whole truth?

Solov observed the confusion in Qin Fen’s eyes and felt the chilling finger force near his Adam's apple, so he quickly explained, "I joined the Military first, and then the Underworld, so Ten... Ten, one—"

Qin Fen nodded in complete understanding. He realized that anyone who emerged from the Military and then joined the Underworld would naturally be suspected by the Underworld of playing mole. Their level of trust would certainly be lower than those who joined the Underworld directly without prior organizational affiliation. No wonder, despite his Sixteen-Star strength, he only held the rank of Yaksha.

Past the Fifteen-Star warriors, no organization would ever treat them lightly. Every Martial Arts Master held immense recruitment value, and a Sixteen-Star Martial Arts Master was even more valuable than a Fifteen-Star one. With his strength, Li Jianglong, the Sixteenth-Star Buddhist Monk of the Tianmen, could command the status of a Dragon-Subduing Arhat within Tianmen. If treated as an equal here, his status in the Underworld would certainly be far more significant than just a Yaksha.

Legend had it that the Underworld’s strength was slightly inferior to Tianmen’s. Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for Solov, a Sixteen-Star warrior, to be reduced to the rank of Yaksha; only the lack of complete trust could explain everything.

"I am indeed not completely trusted by the Underworld," Solov admitted frankly, seeing Qin Fen’s thoughtful gaze. "But I am, after all, a Yaksha of the Underworld. If you kill me just like that, the Saturn Military will completely break free from the Underworld's control. Of course, the Underworld will immediately deal with you as well—I assume you understand this perfectly, right?"

Qin Fen looked down at the documents in his hand. The itemized accounts made it clear that the Underworld heavily taxed the Federal Military. No wonder the Underworld didn't need to meddle in the Golden Triangle's drug trade or act as slum lords—they were directly siphoning the taxpayers' blood.

Solov watched Qin Fen’s shifting expression. While there was much displeasure, there was a notable absence of killing intent, which settled his mind somewhat. "Understood? This is not Earth, and the Underworld is certainly not Zuo Dongting. Even if you are a fierce dragon, you cannot suppress the local snakes here."

Yang Lie grasped Solov's shoulder. The golden dragon tattooed on his forearm pulsed faintly as his muscles shifted. "Have you heard an old saying?" Solov looked at Yang Lie with slight confusion, secretly marveling at the handsome features of this mixed-race man.

"A fierce dragon crosses the river," Yang Lie said with a smile, looking at Solov. "Lieutenant General, the crime you are committing now, stated broadly, is treason. Stated narrowly, it also seems to violate military regulations. Military regulations explicitly state that active military personnel cannot hold positions in any civilian organization. Your Yaksha role in the Underworld organization—I assume that counts as managing a department, right?" Xue Tian watched the deep-thinking Qin Fen. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm remembering a mission to eradicate terrorists," Qin Fen raised his head, looking at Xue Tian and the others, and said calmly, "I remember when I, along with Du Zhanpeng and the others, went to that island to rescue the scientists. Many of our comrades sacrificed their young lives there."

Du Peng appeared particularly somber. In that massive assault of a hundred men, the fallen comrades were far more than just one or two, and the brutality of it could not be fully described in words.

"I recall the Federal compensation was acceptable, but not particularly high," Qin Fen recalled the living situations of the sisters Yang Ruoruo and Yang Xixi in Tianbei City. "I am wondering how much compensation the families of the soldiers who fought for the Federation on Saturn and died because they were betrayed will receive. No amount of compensation can truly soothe the pain of losing a loved one, can it?"

Solov looked at Qin Fen with utter bewilderment, unable to grasp what Qin Fen was implying. How did the question of his life or death become entangled with those low-ranking soldiers?

"This money," Qin Fen lightly shook the document in his hand, "was supposed to be their payment for risking their lives, but the Underworld swallowed it. I believe those people, although not my comrades, were soldiers worthy of respect. Their hazard pay should belong to their families, not the Underworld."

Solov’s bewildered eyes widened; he could hardly believe his ears. Did this young man’s brain malfunction? Judging by his words, it sounded like he intended to demand money from the Underworld? Who did he think he was? Qin Fen shifted his gaze to Solov and said, "You can contact the Underworld, right?"

Solov subconsciously nodded, an infinite joy swelling in his heart—this young man was walking right into a trap! That was wonderful! "Tell them that you are in our hands and that they should prepare..." Qin Fen glanced at the list in his hand, "...Five hundred million to exchange for you."

"What did you say?" Solov suspected his hearing had failed him. This young man was ruthless, demanding five hundred million right off the bat. Did he understand the concept of money? Wasn't his file noted as a commoner? Yet, his attitude towards currency sounded like a rich young master for whom the starting bid was always in the millions! The inherent value of a Sixteen-Star Martial Arts Master clearly exceeded five hundred million, but that was still a colossal sum, and in reality, very few people would actually pay five hundred million to buy a Martial Arts Master. "Tell them your ransom is five hundred million, or I will kill the hostage."

Solov seriously questioned whether he was in the Military headquarters or had been kidnapped by terrorists. Not only were there specified deadlines and amounts, but he even uttered the threat of killing the hostage.

Solov watched Solomon withdraw his hand, and the cold, sharp edge of the blade was once again pressed against his throat. He truly didn't know how to characterize these young men. They had just arrived on Saturn, their seats still warm, and they were already making a move tantamount to declaring war on the Underworld. Did they really think this was Earth, where divine beasts suppressed the most extreme conflicts? This was Saturn! A Saturn where no divine beasts existed yet!

The call connected. Solov whispered, "It's me, Yaksha Solov."

"Solov, why are you calling at this hour? Is the Military planning another operation? Or is there more weaponry to transport?"

In the projection of the call, there was a man and a woman, both of contrasting skin tones, dressed in sharply tailored warrior uniforms that exuded a sinister aura.

"Lord Black and White Impermanence," Solov recognized the callers immediately and tried to bow, only to realize the battle-knife resting against his throat prevented any movement. "Eh? What's wrong with you? Why is there a knife at your throat? Are you being held hostage? How is that possible?"

A string of questions poured out from the female White Impermanence. A Sixteen-Star warrior being held hostage was quite astonishing.

Solov sighed dejectedly, his face looking somewhat haggard. "Lord White Impermanence, as you can see, I have been abducted. They said my ransom is five hundred million, and I must be prepared within three days, or they will execute me."

A contemptuous murmur escaped White Impermanence’s lips, while a resentful snort sounded from Black Impermanence's nostrils. The eyes of both shone with profound coldness. "Five hundred million? Are they starving?" White Impermanence's tone was chillingly cold, yet her voice remained very pleasant. "Do they know who you are? Do they know who they are attempting to blackmail?"

Solov looked helplessly at Black and White Impermanence. If the positions were reversed, he would have the exact same thought. Such blackmail was utterly unbelievable—attempting to extort the Underworld itself.

"They know..." Solov said this with a distinct lack of power.

Black Impermanence snorted heavily. "Where are they? Have the leader step forward; I'll speak with him."

Solov cast a helpless glance toward Qin Fen. After receiving a nod of agreement, he slowly turned the phone to face Qin Fen.

"You're the leader of the kidnappers?"

Black Impermanence's voice carried oppressive weight as he scrutinized Qin Fen, while Qin Fen simultaneously studied Black Impermanence.

This Black Impermanence was like his name suggested—his skin was as black as ink, a typical Black man. His build was not that of a typically strong warrior; he was rather thin, with high cheekbones, and very little flesh on his cheeks. Even his neck was not as thick as an ordinary warrior's. His eyebrows were either completely shaved off or never grew in the first place.

White Impermanence, however, was quite beautiful. Her fair skin might suggest a Caucasian heritage at first glance, but closer inspection revealed she was likely of mixed race, as her eyes were black. Her golden-yellow hair possessed the silkiness of Eastern hair, and her thin lips also showed Eastern features. She stood at nearly 1.8 meters, suggesting Western height, with a prominent but not overly large bust.

Xue Tian estimated it to be around a B-cup approaching a C-cup.

Qin Fen nodded, clasping his hands behind his back, completely unfazed by the pressure Black Impermanence was emitting. Even if they were separated by a screen, he wouldn't be intimidated by Black Impermanence's aura even face-to-face. He spoke in a voice that was smooth yet forceful, "Earth Military Federal Headquarters. You may call me Lieutenant Colonel Qin Fen, or simply Qin Fen."

"Qin Fen?!"

Qin Fen clearly heard the surprise in Black and White Impermanence's voices, and he saw a flicker of the same astonishment cross their faces.

Qin Fen? Black and White Impermanence paused. This name wasn't famous among commoners, but it was far from unknown among experts. Qin Fen was one of the most famous young figures in the world today! The name was more than 'thunderous' in the ears of high-level martial artists.

In a short span, he had killed a Martial Arts Master, executed a high-ranking official of the Federal Military, skyrocketing his fame before suddenly disappearing half a year ago. No one expected such a startling figure to appear suddenly on Saturn.

In an instant, Black and White Impermanence recalled a rumor—a piece of intelligence recently obtained that was partially verified but not entirely confirmed. The confirmed part was that the Golden Triangle had been severely wounded; Li Jianglong, the Dragon-Subduing Arhat of Tianmen, had been brutally killed, slammed into the earth as if he were a mooring stake, and all the Golden Triangle generals had been slaughtered. The unconfirmed part was the identity of Li Jianglong's killer. While various factions were still analyzing, some possessed relatively solid evidence pointing to one person: Qin Fen! Qin Fen, who had fought Zuo Dongting half a year ago and then vanished, suspected of having been ambushed by the Military!

Could it be... Black and White Impermanence exchanged glances, confirming their suspicion in each other's eyes. Was Li Jianglong truly killed by Qin Fen that day? Impossible, right? According to reports, the initial investigation stated that Li Jianglong was killed instantly with a single blow while at the peak of his power! Moreover, the scene suggested a single strike ended him. Li Jianglong was a Sixteen-Star warrior! One of the foremost experts under the Tianmen's Tathagata—no matter how strong Qin Fen was, he shouldn't have been able to kill Li Jianglong in one blow.

"Are you really Qin Fen?" Black Impermanence’s imposing demeanor was clearly less forceful than before. A person's name carried weight. Qin Fen’s name had, unknowingly, formed a kind of power that even the Black and White Impermanence of the Underworld dared not fully disregard. If someone had claimed three years ago that today, one person would command such prestige, most people would have laughed them out of the room. But now, no one dared to question this reality. Qin Fen nodded lightly and said calmly, "Five hundred million."

Black and White Impermanence gasped inwardly. This young man’s demeanor was so composed; even when naming the exorbitant price of five hundred million, his expression hadn't shifted in the slightest, as if he were merely stating a number, not dealing with currency.

Black Impermanence’s gaze toward Qin Fen held a trace of appreciation, which quickly returned to icy coldness. A senior warrior could admire a junior, but that didn't mean the junior could run wild just because of a little reputation. If he were allowed such unchecked behavior, what would become of the seniors? Furthermore, this time, he represented the Underworld. Facing Qin Fen, the Underworld would certainly not bow its head.

"Qin Fen," Black Impermanence drew out the name, his tone regaining its superior pressure. "You need to understand who you are speaking to. This is Saturn. You are facing Tianmen. Releasing Solov is your best option."

Qin Fen looked at Black Impermanence, silently observing him as if looking at a carved statue. After a full minute of quiet observation, he slowly spoke, "You cannot make the decision, can you?"

Black Impermanence was slightly taken aback, and then Qin Fen's voice resumed, "Then, please find someone who can make the decision to speak with me."

Black Impermanence felt a suffocating sensation, not from Qin Fen's pressure transmitted through the screen, but from the stubbornness in his eyes, which was deeply unsettling. "Qin Fen..." White Impermanence sharply interjected, "You have some fame, but I will tell you again: this is Saturn! You are facing the Underworld!"

Qin Fen nodded lightly, his gaze level with White Impermanence, speaking without the slightest hint of emotion, "I know this is Saturn. You should also know that the person speaking with you now is the Supreme Commander of the Earth Military's Saturn Division, Lieutenant Colonel Qin Fen."

"You..." Hatred flashed in White Impermanence's eyes. When this young man spoke, he wasn't overtly arrogant, yet there was an irrefutable tone. Theoretically, the authority of the Federal Government's Military far surpassed that of a corporate group. The highest commander of a military planet, even if only a Lieutenant Colonel, was not someone a mid-to-high-level corporate manager could casually address.

Qin Fen gently raised the file in his hand. His speech rate was not fast, but it carried a subtle, immense emotion. "I demand five hundred million. I am not asking for it for the Military, nor for the Federation. This five hundred million is what I am demanding for the comrades whose lives you took. This money is the total income value you gained from their deaths."

"You are doing this for some dead people?" White Impermanence's voice became somewhat sharp and raised. "Those trash Special Forces soldiers ranked Seven or Eight Stars?"

Black Impermanence also looked at Qin Fen in surprise. He had expected this Saturn commander to be seeking personal gain or establishing his military authority upon taking office. He hadn't expected him to be fighting for a group of people considered mere ants by true powerhouses.

"Martial strength has levels, but life has no 'trash,'" Qin Fen lightly shook his head, recalling the scene from those days when new recruits shielded their comrades with their bodies amidst a hail of bullets. "Five hundred million. Find someone who can make the decision. Tell him I will call again in three days and instruct him to deliver the funds to the location I specify." Black Impermanence sneered, "Qin Fen, do you really think we will pay five hundred million to exchange for Solov?"

"You don't have to exchange," Qin Fen replied with an expression of indifference, though his eyes were as cold as a blade's edge. "I can also choose to lead the entire Saturn Military to join Tianmen."

Black Impermanence froze, a suffocating feeling returning to his chest. The projection in front of him vanished. He stared blankly at the empty space, replaying Qin Fen’s last sentence. If the Saturn Military genuinely defected to Tianmen, it wouldn't be a good thing. If Qin Fen himself joined Tianmen, it would be even worse. The young men behind him must be the ones who collaborated with him to kill Zuo Dongting. If this group collectively joined Tianmen, wouldn't the previously slain Eight Immortals regain their full strength? No! It might even be more troublesome than before! This group was too young!

In the main hall of the Military Base, all the soldiers stared blankly at Qin Fen. No one expected that the five hundred million Qin Fen demanded wasn't for himself, but for the soldiers fighting on the front lines. At that moment, everyone felt their limbs turn cold, yet their chests burned like fire. I also once had dreams! I also had passion! I also wanted to achieve something on Saturn! But that damned Solov...

Every soldier sent to Saturn initially carried high aspirations, but the harsh reality forced them to grow numb, even causing them to become indifferent to the death of comrades. This wasn't true apathy, but helplessness—the helplessness of being utterly unable to act against circumstances. After repeated mission failures, there were private complaints, but after complaining, no one possessed the ability to change anything. The options were to conform or disappear—that was Solov's rule.

"Is this real? Or is he bluffing?" "That five hundred million, is it really not for himself?"

The soldiers harbored doubts while simultaneously harboring hope, hoping that this group of young people would be different from the previous military overseers.