Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 107 - 76 Child, Meeting, Weak Support

Chapter 107: Chapter 76 Child, Meeting, Weak Support

As the last wisp of black energy was drawn out, the gasps of the young boy gradually slowed down.

Master Wang tapped his sword finger on various parts of the boy’s body, and the boy, still unconscious, let out several painful moans, turned his head, and spewed out a mouthful of black blood, which Wang Jixuan accurately caught in an alloy basin and immediately incinerated with True Fire.

Done.

Although it consumed a considerable amount of mana, the root cause of the boy’s affliction had been removed.

Wang Jixuan took out two talismans, attached the Soul Calming Talisman to the boy’s forehead, and the Sealing Demon Talisman to the piece of frozen meat, then carefully pondered over the frozen meat.

Inside it was not a fully formed Blade Beast Soul but purely resentful power.

To describe it as resentment doesn’t quite fit, it’s more like... something similar to the Southern Border Witch Curse in the Cultivation World?

Is it an intrinsic witchcraft mechanism of the Blade Beast Clan? Or is it the resentful power generated by the Residual Soul within the Crystal Core when used by the Thirteenth Institute?

Master Wang was not quite sure about this and needed to conduct further research.

The ’Crystal Core’ Magic Artifact he used himself did not require much attention to the Blade Beast Soul within the Crystal Core; if that thing dared to come out, he would just directly kill it.

However, for the Great Sword he had forged for Lingtong, the Crystal Core used on it needed the Blade Beast Soul within to be expelled in advance.

’Continue the research, for there is no end to learning, and there’s hardly enough time for meditation.’

Wang Jixuan waited for a while longer, and the boy’s complexion changed from pale to rosy.

Wang Jixuan retrieved the Soul Calming Talisman, cleaned up the area, and left the room.

Peace abounded within the supply station.

Lingtong curled up on the sofa beside the control desk for a short nap.

Deep Sea and Red Snake, the couple who piloted the half-human Mecha, were playing with Wan Xiaoqi’s game console in a corner, laughing and jostling each other affectionately.

These two seniors, each with their own logistics teams and mobile supply stations, had come over to guard the place while taking the opportunity to freeload meals and drinks.

Not only did they come over to support, but Zheng Shiduo also brought seven or eight Spiritual Ability Users from his own team to live in the metal sheds near the supply station.

The Defense Army deployed three hundred soldiers, setting up their camp on the outskirts of the supply station.

There’s tension in the air, as if a storm is brewing.

That old Special Commissioner had clearly put immense pressure on the military.

Uncle Tai approached with two cups of industrial coffee, asking in a low voice, "How’s the boy now?"

Daoist Wang didn’t fancy this drink, but he still took a cup out of courtesy.

"He’s all right now, doesn’t need the Nutrition Storage to survive, and can live at least another twenty to thirty years."

"That’s wonderful! He can influence the Blade Beast Clan! He’s practically a superweapon!"

Uncle Tai lowered his voice, muttering:

"Why do I feel like you, Mr. Wang, seem to know everything? Is alien technology really that comprehensive?"

"Is it?"

Wang Jixuan replied earnestly:

"I just used to read a lot, and on the path of a Mechanic, I still have much to learn from you."

"Glad to hear that, cough!"

Uncle Tai puffed up his chest, suddenly looking spirited.

Then he thought of something more serious and said in a formal tone:

"Lingtong just went to sleep; let’s not disturb her for now. Could you take a look at this?

"We’ve installed a bunch of surveillance equipment over at the Spiritual Ability House, and they happen to be having a meeting right now.

"As for things outside of logistics, we couples dare not make any decisions rashly."

Daoist Wang immediately became intrigued.

Ms. Wan came over at a brisk walk, asking in a low voice, "Do I need to do something for this boy?"

"Prepare a few new clothes for him.

Wang Jixuan said:

"We need to expand the supply station and give him a more comfortable room.

"He’s now a bona fide B-level Spiritual Ability User, a telekinetic, and we need to take some preventative measures out of his sight."

Ms. Wan immediately responded, "Understood. The three chiefs have already arranged to take turns here. I’ll have two large containers brought over right away to join them up."

"Appreciate it."

"Um..."

Ms. Wan gestured towards Lingtong and whispered a reminder:

"She hasn’t activated sentinel mode. Shouldn’t you, with all your masculine presence, gently and considerately cover our Tongtong with a thin blanket or clothes imbued with your scent?"

"This..."

Auntie’s gaze grew sharp.

Daoist Wang leaned back slightly: "She, will catch a cold?"

Ms. Wan squinted: "The Mechanical Girl’s body is very fragile, it is only the mechanical parts that are stronger, and she has a soft heart."

Uncle Tai laughed heartily at the side.

Daoist Wang admitted defeat under Ms. Wan’s gaze.

Half a minute later.

Lingtong, who had shifted from napping to deep sleep, instinctively wrapped herself with the thin blanket, curled up her long legs to better fit the width of the sofa.

In a corner of the supply station, the two half-human Mecha pilots, Daoist Wang, Uncle Tai, and Wan Xiaoqi sat neatly on folding chairs, staring at the fixed screen in front of them, listening to the sounds coming from it.

The image displayed on the fixed screen was the current meeting room of the Spiritual Ability House.

The old man, Special Commissioner Wei Linzheng, dressed in gray, was seated at the head of the meeting table, and from the thermos in front of him, a faint white steam was rising.

...

Wei Linzheng leisurely sipped his tea.

Unlike the harsh synthetic caffeine of fortress coffee, tea leaves and tobacco were not at all rare commodities in the Spiritual Ability City.

Wei Linzheng looked at the young Spiritual Ability Users standing on both sides and felt much more pleased. He called out:

"Bang Jie?"

"Mr. Wei," Uncle Feng, dressed in a Tang suit, answered with a smile.

"Sit down," Wei Linzheng said softly, "Don’t be so formal. This is our internal closed-door meeting."

"All right, all right," Uncle Feng took a seat on the left side, "Commissioner Xie."

Thump, thump!

Wei Linzheng tapped his fingertips on the table, and several Spiritual Ability Users in the corner uncontrollably stood up with alarmed expressions and tremblingly made their way to the right side of the meeting table.