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.

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.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!