However, what Lu Yuan didn't expect was that he didn't need to think of a way.
The next morning at breakfast, Li Lin took the initiative to sit opposite Lu Yuan.
"Dr. Lu, I think..."
Lu Yuan put down his bowl and chopsticks, "You say it, don't be polite with me."
Li Lin glanced at Liu Yuan not far away, "Dr. Lu, I want to experience what it feels like to be a pure girl."
As soon as Li Lin's words fell, Lu Yuan understood in seconds.
Although he was eager to take Li Lin to the operating table right away, as a conscientious doctor, he still had to go through the proper procedures.
Lu Yuan pondered and said, "This is a very important issue. Have you made up your mind?"
"From a certain point of view, your kind of, uh, physiological structure will be more balanced, more suitable for surviving in this chaotic world now."
Li Lin seemed a little hard to understand, "Important? Why? Can't I change back if I regret it?"
Lu Yuan was stunned for two seconds. Damn, it seemed the other person had a point?
He had always boasted about being able to assemble and disassemble, but in the end he still hadn't seen through it as thoroughly as the other person?
But this issue didn't seem appropriate to discuss at the dinner table. Lu Yuan said to her, "Come to my office later to talk about it."
"Okay, thank you, Dr. Lu!"
Li Lin left with a smile.
After she left, Liu Yuan glanced at Lu Yuan without saying anything.
On the other side, Zhang Baobao, holding a bowl bigger than her own face, asked Lu Yuan seriously, "Brother Lu, what is a pure girl?"
Lu Yuan: "Sister Liu Yuan understands this question more thoroughly than I do. Go ask her."
Zhang Baobao turned to look at Liu Yuan. As a result, Liu Yuan calmly said, "If leftover rice falls on a little girl's head, it will grow a little penis there, then she won't be a pure little girl anymore."
Zhang Baobao: "Wow—"
Lu Yuan: "......"
For a while, the only sound left in the canteen was Zhang Baobao gobbling down food.
...
X-29 Region, a small city on the outskirts of an intercity highway.
The buildings in the city seemed to retain the intact heritage from the old world, it's just that more than half of the houses were ruins.
Some were destroyed by explosions, some by fire, and some looked like they had been bulldozed flat.
At this moment, on the main street in this small city, several shabbily dressed mercenaries clutching crude weapons seemed to have gone mad as they raced forward.
Behind them, a skipping silhouette slowly appeared.
The clown was covered in blood. He looked at the line of mercenaries running away in front of him, and the corners of his crimson mouth slowly turned up.
"I am a little duck, quack quack oh!"
The clown sang in his mouth, put his hands on his waist, and slowly walked forward, mimicking Donald Duck's waddle.
Behind the clown, around a lamppost that was already half broken, a dozen or so mercenaries were tied up in concentric circles.
Each of these mercenaries had a short dagger stuck in them that kept bleeding, but none of them were dead.
This was thanks to the knowledge of human anatomy that the clown had learned from Lu Yuan.
"I'm a little duck, quack quack oh! Boom—"
Boom!!
Just as the clown finished humming the second verse of the little duck song, the lamppost tied with a dozen or so mercenaries suddenly exploded into a gorgeous blaze!
The surging flames instantly engulfed all the tied-up mercenaries!
"Hehehe, why are you running?"
Boom!
"Aren't you asking for money? I have a lot here! Woohoo~!!"
Boom!
"Boom! Woohoo~!!"
Boom!!
As the clown walked through the streets of this small city, the sounds of explosions in this small city never stopped.
Not far away, Huang Ming sitting in the car and Wu Xiong in another car silently watched this scene.
Soon, the clown came back.
He gently wiped around his mouth with his fingers. Immediately, his already crimson mouth corners became even more vivid.
An hour ago, two cars entered this small city for supplies.
They encountered some unfair treatment.
As a result, the only remaining "mini consortium" in this small city, which was formed by running a supermarket, was taken out by the clown.
When he came back, the clown looked at the large and small packages of supplies in the car, frowned and threw out more than half of the stuff on it.
"No need to bring so much. We'll stock up again when we get to the next city."
"Leave these things for the elderly and children who were bullied by the mercenaries in this small city."
"When the one surnamed Lu hears about my actions, he will be very gratified."
Huang Ming: "......"
Listening to the clown's sanctimonious words, Huang Ming shrugged without saying anything.
He could only pray that the people who encountered the clown in the next city would know better.
However, in the lawless Zone 29, it had always been about might makes right.
So in the next city, and the one after that, and the one after that...
In the first city, Huang Ming only watched from the car.
In the second city, Huang Ming helped the clown deal with some of the fleeing mercenaries.
In the third city, Huang Ming and the clown headed towards a supermarket respectively after getting off the car.
In the fourth city...
The refugees in this city punctured their tires with steel spikes buried in the ground.
The clown looked at the rapidly deflating tires and muttered, "Crap, now it looks like I'm going to disappoint the one surnamed Lu."
So this time, the clown and Huang Ming entered the city from the south and north ends respectively.
South City.
Slap!
The clown kicked a rock and sent it flying, hitting a group of refugees.
This group of refugees were all men, young and strong, no elderly, children, women.
Looking at the scattered incomplete corpses around the refugees, the clown knew what had happened without thinking too much.
He grinned, took out a short dagger from his body and another playing card. He said jokingly to the bewildered refugees, "Let's play a game!"
"We'll use your lives as the stakes."
As he spoke, the clown showed the group of dozens of refugees the playing card, the king of hearts.
Then with the back of the card facing the refugees, he drew another card for himself.
"You've all seen what card this is, right?"
"It's the king of hearts!"
"Now, guess what card I drew below..."
"Whoever guesses wrong, I'll kill him."
"Whoever guesses right, hehe..."
"I'll still kill him."
The refugees looked at the clown with numb, empty eyes. To them, the clown was just walking food.
The dozens of refugees slowly closed in on the clown.
"Hehehe..."
North City.
Huang Ming looked at the desolate and dilapidated city, and muttered to himself, "Unexpectedly, the aura density here is much higher than the surroundings..."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand, swish—
A chill spread out, "Roar—!"
It also carried the kind of crazed, inhuman shriek unique to the infected!
A wisp of faint icy mist emerged from Huang Ming's hand, vaguely shaped like an infant!
Huang Ming closed his eyes, and in an instant, the wisp of icy mist grew rapidly!
In the end, the icy mist had taken on the shape of an adult!
When Huang Ming opened his eyes, the human-shaped icy mist drifted swiftly toward a refugee gathering place with the densest population near Beicheng!
Swoosh!!
A minute later, this small city's iconic building, a 16-story office tower that appeared to have once been a bank, was completely coated inside and out with a thick layer of icy crust!
This was the special ability that Lu Yuan had tailored for Huang Ming by blending various ability genes—
Spirit Ghost Baby!
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
