Chapter 140 The Great Emperor Joins the Sanitation Department! This is Called the Cosmic Cleaner
"Ding! Detected that host Ye Feng has completed the 'Dragon Group Instructor' training. Current prestige value: Causality level off the charts!" "Due to the host's prolonged stay in Kunlun Mountain, the abandoned satellites and cosmic debris outside the Blue Star's atmosphere are too obstructive, severely affecting the host's enjoyment of the moon." "Random mortal identity activated: Shanghai Sanitation Bureau - Cosmic Environmental Management Officer (commonly known as: Interstellar Street Sweeper). Note: 99.999999999% of the host's cultivation has been sealed. Current identity is an 'ordinary' sanitation worker with a broom." "Current mission: Purify the starry sky and clean up the environment. Host, would you like to activate: All-Heavens Cleansing Mode, to let those civilizations that think they can traverse galaxies understand that in my eyes, your cosmic motherships are nothing more than soda cans?"
Shanghai, JA District, Sanitation Bureau Station 3.
At five in the morning, the entire city was still shrouded in a thin mist. Under the dim streetlights, Ye Feng, wearing an orange sanitation worker's vest with the words "Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility" printed on the back, was leisurely sweeping fallen leaves, a large broom in his hand and an unlit Hongtashan cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Who would have thought that this "low-level worker," whom passing white-collar workers would disdainfully cover their mouths and noses to avoid, had just last night caused ten alien gods to bleed Kunlun.
"Ali, this sanitation worker's vest is a bit too tight on my arms. Did you embezzle some money and get me a smaller one?" Ye Feng casually swung his broom. The seemingly casual movement carried a mysterious rhythm. With each sweep, the dust on the ground seemed to be sucked away by a black hole, leaving not even a molecular residue.
"Hehe, Captain, doesn't this make you look even more imposing?" Hu Yanli was also wearing an oversized orange vest and carrying a huge trash can.
This clamp is no ordinary tool; it was crafted by him overnight using "Primordial Geng Metal." It could easily crush a planet, let alone a cigarette butt.
"Captain, are we skipping street sweeping today? I heard the bureau got a new 'Interstellar Cleanup Ship,' which is used to clean up abandoned satellites in low Earth orbit. Shall we go up and show off?"
"Alright, we're tired of sweeping the trash on the ground, let's sweep the trash in the sky." Ye Feng slung the broom over his shoulder, his posture resembling that of an emperor inspecting his territory.
Half an hour later, in the backyard of the sanitation bureau.
A rusty spaceship, resembling a giant trash can with two wings, was parked on the launch pad. This was the first-generation cleanup ship urgently developed by Blue Star to cope with the "space debris crisis" following the resurgence of spiritual energy.
"Halt! What are you two doing?" A manager wearing a red armband and with a fierce-looking face walked over. "This is the latest 'Clear Air No. 1' aircraft. Do you two, the lowly janitors, have operating permits?"
This man, Zhao Dezhu, is a section chief in the sanitation bureau. He has a habit of deducting workers' high-temperature allowances.
Ye Feng lifted his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently.
With just that one glance, Zhao Dezhu felt as if a prehistoric beast was staring at the depths of his soul, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.
"Proof? My face is proof." Ye Feng ignored him and walked straight towards the spaceship. "Ali, fire! Take off!"
"Okay!"
Hu Yanli kicked open the cabin door and sat in the cramped pilot's seat. The takeoff program, which would normally require dozens of engineers to debug for half a day, was handled by him like playing with mud, slapped on casually.
boom--!
The dilapidated haulage ship, which experts had asserted could only "fly out of the atmosphere," seemed to awaken some forbidden bloodline at that moment. Its originally rusty deck instantly transformed into dark golden dragon scales, and the engine spewed out not chemical fuel, but pure and extreme "primordial purple energy"!
Whoosh!
A streak of light ripped across the sky, instantly sending all the radars of the Shanghai Sanitation Bureau off the charts, and even the alarms of the Global Air Defense Command were sounded.
"Report! Unidentified flying object detected! Its speed exceeds ten times the speed of light! It...it is cleaning up orbital debris?"
At this time, in near-Earth orbit.
Tens of thousands of abandoned satellites and spacecraft debris are floating aimlessly.
Further away, a fleet of raiders from the Cthulhu Nebula was silently crossing the warp point, attempting to colonize Earth during its weakened period of spiritual energy resurgence.
"Humble native civilization, prepare for your demise!" The raider leader stood arrogantly in the mothership's command hall, ready to press the planet-destroying cannon.
However.
A dilapidated metal vehicle bearing the "Sanitation" logo barged into his line of sight with an extremely aggressive attitude.
"Captain, there's a bunch of iron lumps over there. They look like they're taking up a lot of space. Have you swept them up?" Hu Yanli asked honestly, pointing to the raider fleet in the distance.
"After you've scanned it, remember to sort it properly. Keep the recyclables to sell as scrap metal, and send the non-recyclables directly to the anime/manga world."
Ye Feng sat in the passenger seat and casually opened the side door of the cleaning vessel.
In this vacuum of space, he walked out as if he were strolling in his own backyard. He had no divine weapon in his hand, only the large broom he had bought from a roadside stall to sweep fallen leaves.
"net."
Ye Feng parted her lips slightly.
With a gentle flick of his broom, an indescribable, terrifying wave, powerful enough to reshape the cause and effect of the universe, spread out in a ring from the cleaning ship throughout the entire solar system.
The tens of thousands of tons of garbage that were originally floating in orbit were compressed into an iron ball the size of a fingernail in that instant, as if they had encountered a powerful magnet, and obediently fell into the spaceship's garbage compartment.
The menacing raider fleet, upon contact with this fluctuation,...
"What...what kind of power is this? Spatial dimension reduction? No! This is the erasure of laws!"
The raider leader was horrified to discover that his mothership, which was ten thousand meters long, was being forcibly folded by that force, like a crumpled piece of paper.
Not only the ship, but also the bodies and souls of these higher-dimensional beings, and even the traces of their civilization, were swept away completely with that single sweep.
In the void of the universe, not even a spark from the explosion remained.
It was so clean it was outrageous.
"Done. Ali, go over there to that place on the far side of the moon. There seem to be a few dilapidated temples left by ancient gods there. Demolish them too, they're taking up space."
Ye Feng dusted off his clothes and prepared to return to his cabin.
Just then, space began to distort violently.
Dozens of projections, each emanating the aura of a different civilization, appeared in the void. These were the leaders of the major civilizations in the Milky Way galaxy. They were terrified by the "cleansing" aura that had just erupted, and they all lowered their projections to inspect the scene.
"Great Supreme Being! Please stop!" "I am the Speaker of the Sirius Civilization! We are willing to offer you all the mineral resources of this star system, please don't sweep us up like 'garbage'!" "We, the Andromeda Civilization, are willing to have all our citizens become citizens of Earth, and request to become official sanitation assistants!"
Dozens of once-invincible overlords of the universe knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing to the young man in the orange vest.
Ye Feng picked at his ear impatiently.
"What are you all arguing about? I'm here to get things done. As long as you don't litter, I won't bother with you. But if anyone dares to dump warship wreckage near the solar system, I'll follow the causal chain and go to your home planet for a 'sanitation inspection'."
"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not!"
The leaders were terrified and immediately ordered that all fleets passing through the solar system must remain silent, not even uttering a sound, lest they disturb the mood of this "interstellar sanitation worker".
After dealing with these trivial matters, the garbage collection boat gently landed at the Shanghai Sanitation Bureau at sunset.
Zhao Dezhu was waiting on the tarmac with a group of people, his face as pale as paper.
"Uncle Ye... Uncle Ye! No, Ancestor Ye! I was wrong! I was blind!" Zhao Dezhu knelt down at Ye Feng's feet and slapped himself repeatedly.
He had just received a call from the highest levels of the government, who said that the man who was "sweeping" in space was a national treasure of the Dragon Kingdom, and anyone who dared to offend him would have their entire family executed.
"Alright, stop wailing and making a scene. It's an eyesore." Ye Feng tossed the broom to Hu Yanli, glanced at his watch, and said, "It's time to go home. Oh, and remember to transfer my 500 yuan performance bonus to my account."
"Yes, yes, yes! I'll transfer you five million! No, fifty million!"
"I said five hundred, so it's five hundred. Do you think I need your little bit of money?" Ye Feng glared at him, and Zhao Dezhu immediately shut up.
Just as Ye Feng was about to go to a roadside stall to eat a bowl of wontons, the void trembled again.
Three stunningly beautiful figures appeared at the street corner.
Ning Rongrong was wearing a refreshing floral dress, Su Jiu'er was wearing a tight-fitting cheongsam, and Xiao Wu was carrying a bag of trash with a mischievous grin.
"Emperor Ye, after scanning the starry sky all day, there's still a bag of kitchen trash here. Could you 'clean' it for me?" Xiao Wu playfully handed over the trash bag.
"Oh dear, my lady, please spare me." Ye Feng looked miserable. "I'm a fearsome figure outside, and now I have to come home and be your cleaner?"
"What? You're disgusted with us?" Su Jiu'er walked over and naturally took Ye Feng's arm. Her captivating gaze almost gave the passing sanitation workers a collective heart attack. "Your Majesty, I think you've been scanning too many alien girls' contact information, haven't you?"
"No way! Aliens look like octopuses, they're nowhere near as good-looking as you guys!" Ye Feng assured him, his survival instincts kicking in.
"You're smart to know what's good for you." Ning Rongrong smiled gently and helped Ye Feng straighten his orange vest. "Let's go, dinner's ready. Potian and the others got 'Three Good Students' awards at school today, they deserve a good reward."
"Okay, let's go home and eat meat!"
Ye Feng held one in each hand, and in the long shadow of the setting sun, their shadows appeared so ordinary, yet so majestic.
The streetlights came on, illuminating the orange vest.
I am Ye Feng. I can cleave the universe with a single sword stroke, and sweep away all filth with a broom. To me, the myriad realms are no different from the streets beneath my feet. Wherever there is dirt, I will clean it. Anyone who dares to cause unhappiness in this world will be reduced to dust in history!
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city and the warm, everyday conversations, the Emperor's sanitation worker diary has written the most refreshing and authentic chapter in this dimension!