Lin Qianqian frowned slightly: "Lu Zhe, why are you still holding that filthy thing? It's so dirty!"
"You don't know the significance of this thing!"
Lin Qianqian was puzzled: "What's so significant about it?"
"I have to check first to see if it leaks!" Lu Zhe rummaged roughly inside the dirty stuff, then filled it up with seawater. Not a single drop leaked out from the iron can!
"Perfect!"
Lu Zhe was overjoyed: "This can could be used as a pot to cook soup. If we can find some fresh water, we can cook soup!"
On a cold night, on a barren island, enjoying a hot, delicious seafood soup would be an extremely delightful thing!
Ning Shu also curiously came over to take a look. But when she saw the dirty surface of the iron can, and the unidentifiable mushy stuff inside, she couldn't help showing a disgusted expression!
"But the can is so filthy. Eating food cooked in it would make us sick!"
"Yes, it's too dirty. It would be better to use it as an ashtray!"
"What's wrong with it being dirty? We have hands, we can clean it up!"
Lin Qianqian said, "That may be so, but what can we use to clean it?"
Ning Shu said, "To wash this thing clean, we would at least need a bucket of detergent."
After checking the survival manual, Lu Zhe had a solution.
"Although it looks very dirty, it's just surface stains which are much easier to clean than oil stains. Tree bark, rocks and beach sand can all be used to scrub it clean. Watch closely!"
He grabbed a handful of wet sand and smeared it on the surface of the can, then used tree bark to scrub it. Very quickly, the barnacles were scrubbed off, revealing the original metallic color of the can!
Then, he put sand into the can, stirred it vigorously with a stick, poured in some water, clamped the lid shut and shook it violently!
After several rounds of intense shaking, he rinsed it clean with seawater. The inside had also become as good as new.
Ning Shu patted Lu Zhe on the shoulder: "Worthy of being Xiao Xiao's partner, as class monitor I'm willing to recognize you as the boy in our class with the strongest cleaning skills!"
Lu Zhe politely replied: "Thank you!"
Lin Qianqian happily said: "It turns out we almost missed out on something good! Too bad there's no fresh water, otherwise we could cook and eat!"
Ning Shu said: "Can't we use coconut water?"
Lu Zhe said: "If class monitor doesn't mind the strange taste, we can cook with it! I heard it goes well with chicken."
But now, it has an even more important use.
Closing his eyes, he visualized the specific distillation process!
In simple terms, it involves wrapping fabric into a ball and tying it with rope!
Then use the "pot" to boil seawater. Once the water has boiled, it turns into steam!
Then hang the fabric ball directly above the pot to let the steam condense on the fabric, soaking through it!
Since fabric has good absorbency, after some time it will absorb a lot of the steam!
Then, squeeze it out - what comes out is drinkable fresh water!
The whole water extraction process is very scientific, practical and feasible!
The problem is...
What fabric to use?
That scrap of cloth found earlier.
It will have to do!
He dipped half a bucket of seawater with the iron can, then placed it over the fire!
Next, he took that scrap of fabric, scrunched it into a ball, wrapped it tightly with some tree bark rope into a sphere, and hung it over the can using a stick!
"Qianqian, come over for a bit!"
"Ok!"
"In a while, when the seawater boils, it will produce a lot of steam! Just hang the fabric ball here like I showed you, and let the steam condense into the fabric. Then squeeze out the water - it will be drinkable fresh water!"
"Got it!"
Lin Qianqian took over and started distilling fresh water from the steam like Lu Zhe taught her.
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!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
