Shen Yiyue quickly placed her hand on Ning Yu's wound, and Ning Yu felt a strange sensation in her arm, even a slight tickle.
The cut she had just made on herself healed at a visible speed.
"Little Yu, you're copying how I talk!"
Shen Yiyue gave a reproachful look at the cheeky Ning Yu.
"I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine."
Ning Yu raised her hand, examined the wound, and pinched the healed area with her other hand to test it.
Indeed, it had returned to its original state.
"How many times can you use this power in a short period? Won't you faint?"
Ning Yu raised an obvious concern.
"Actually, I'm already feeling a bit dizzy..."
Shen Yiyue smiled sheepishly, having wanted to give Ning Yu a proper demonstration, but was already close to fainting.
Ning Yu nodded, noting that the side effects were quite apparent.
Then she grabbed Shen Yiyue's hand, and a system prompt appeared in her mind:
[Your friendship level: Intimate]
[Target's origin detected: Time]
[No copyable origin ability]
It seemed that even the evolved version of this ability couldn't be copied, otherwise, she would have gained this healing power too.
"Have you tried it on more serious injuries?"
Ning Yu posed another exploratory question.
"No, I wouldn't dare... wait, what are you doing?"
Shen Yiyue shook her head, still speaking when she saw Ning Yu pull out her knife adorned with blood butterflies.
"Testing it out, of course."
With her [Death Resistance], Ning Yu had become increasingly reckless.
Shen Yiyue remembered how Ning Yu had once stabbed herself and didn't die, recovering completely afterward.
Knowing Ning Yu must have some confidence in what she was doing.
Though concerned, she didn't stop her.
She watched as Ning Yu deeply stabbed her own leg, creating a wound so deep the bone was visible.
Shen Yiyue thought that if it were her, she would have screamed in pain, but Ning Yu merely furrowed her brows slightly, as if it were nothing serious.
The cut seemed to have hit an artery, causing heavy bleeding, though it was all absorbed by Ning Yu's Blood Kite.
Her eyes turned red at an incredible speed, and blood butterflies suddenly began flying around the room.
[Blood Kite upgrade experience +10]
[Blood Kite upgrade experience +10]
The experience gain notifications appeared in Ning Yu's mind, reminding her that this knife could not only strengthen her through sacrificing life force but also gain experience through it.
Shen Yiyue had never seen Ning Yu's eyes turn red up close before. Now, seeing those gorgeous crimson eyes paired with Ning Yu's silver hair created a perfect combination.
If Ning Yu's usual amber eyes portrayed a cold and serene beauty, now she emanated an otherworldly, bewitching allure.
She couldn't help but recall how Ning Yu had protected her that day in the small supermarket.
Seeing Shen Yiyue in a daze, Ning Yu couldn't help but say:
"Sister, if you don't act soon, I might not make it."
"Ah!"
Shen Yiyue suddenly snapped back to reality and quickly placed her hand on Ning Yu's leg wound.
Once again, that strange sensation spread through the leg, though it took a bit longer this time, but Ning Yu's extremely deep wound completely healed.
If Shen Yiyue had had this ability on that day at the supermarket, her own injuries would have healed much better.
"How do you feel? Does it still hurt?"
After healing such a large wound, even Shen Yiyue felt uncertain, but Ning Yu casually stood up and took a couple of steps before sitting back down.
"It's all better now. Your ability is very practical."
Ning Yu gave an honest assessment.
"Hehe, I'm just glad I could help Little Yu..."
Shen Yiyue smiled at Ning Yu, but soon raised her hand to massage her temples.
"Dizzy?"
Ning Yu asked tentatively.
"Yes! I'm dizzy~ Let me lean on you!"
Shen Yiyue promptly lowered her head and fell into Ning Yu's embrace, acting clingy.
Ning Yu hadn't put away her knife yet, but she didn't seem in a hurry to do so. She raised her hand to catch one of the flying blood butterflies.
Then she held it in front of Shen Yiyue who was in her arms:
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Shen Yiyue took it, carefully examining its structure, the patterns on its wings, its curved antennae, and the barely perceptible sensation as it landed on her hand, she couldn't help but exclaim:
"It seems so real."
Ning Yu directed the remaining blood butterflies to circle around them as they chatted and laughed.
Outside, the night was deep, but inside, the scene was delightful.
......
The next day.
Ning Yu borrowed a car from Ji Mengyao, planning to leave the Ark to complete the mission she had accepted from the exploration team yesterday.
However, this time it was mainly for Shen Yiyue to do, training her combat abilities.
The mission location was in a food street, and the task was simply to clear out as many zombies as possible.
This area had previously been a very popular check-in spot, so it had attracted many visitors. With the advent of the apocalypse, it naturally became densely populated with zombies.
After the exploration team had been there, they reported the intelligence back to the Ark base.
There were many zombies here, but the potential rewards were uncertain, so simply put, the cost-effectiveness ratio was relatively low, though this didn't matter to Ning Yu.
More zombies essentially meant more points.
Even while training Shen Yiyue, as long as she used her weapon, all the points would still go to Ning Yu's account.
Feeling bored on the way, Ning Yu seemed to remember something and turned on the car's audio system.
That familiar song "Plastic Love" played once again.
Countless scenes mixed with passing zombies flashed by in the rearview mirror as Ning Yu casually held the steering wheel, imitating Ji Mengyao's style.
She tapped out a "tap tap tap" rhythm on the steering wheel with her fingers following the beat.
Beside her, Shen Yiyue joined in humming the tune, tilting her head, lost in thought.
"Today you'll be taking the lead, and I'll watch over your safety from the side."
Ning Yu remembered something and took out the intermediate T-virus immunity capsule (6 hours) she had exchanged last time from her system space and tossed it to Shen Yiyue.
Shen Yiyue caught it and showed a puzzled expression:
"Wasn't it blue before?"
She vaguely remembered the color of this magical capsule, though it still had that indented "T" letter, but the color had changed to light gold.
This was what she had casually exchanged for last time, and she couldn't be bothered to exchange for a lower-grade one now.
This was just how lavish Ning Yu had become, now sitting on over ten thousand points.
"What, afraid I'm trying to poison you?"
Ning Yu said casually without turning her head.
"No, I just feel like Little Yu knows so many things that I don't."
Shen Yiyue muttered to herself, nodding as she took out some water and swallowed the capsule.
Actually, Ning Yu didn't know where these immunity capsules came from either, the system she possessed was quite mysterious.
She had even dreamed of a girl who looked exactly like her.
There were many things about herself that she couldn't understand.
Before long, they arrived at their destination.
At the entrance of the food street, countless zombies were waiting for their "food" to arrive.
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
