Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 147 - 95: Wind Blows the Wheat Waves_2

Chapter 147: Chapter 95: Wind Blows the Wheat Waves_2

[Lingtong: Typo, "guard protect."]

[Xiao Zhou: Mainly, the Spiritual Ability Users are just too much. They were supposed to protect the fortress, but they ended up interfering with its internal affairs and promoting their greatness everywhere. What’s this? Clearly, they still want to rule over humanity! These evil fellows! They monopolized Spiritual Technology but harbored no good intentions!]

Wang Jixuan pondered carefully for a few minutes.

Meanwhile, Wan Xiaoqi put on the exoskeleton armor and began moving things; being a robust man, he naturally had to help with the work.

[Wang Zheng: Keep it up, Xiao Zhou! Commander Lingtong and I will handle the combat; you make our battles more meaningful.]

[Xiao Zhou: Oh boy, I feel the sense of duty rushing over!]

[Lingtong: Recuperate well on the seventh level of the fortress; indeed, the scenery there is quite nice.]

[Wang Zheng: Let’s leave it at that for now; notify me if there’s an issue, and keep up the secrecy. I’m going to help with the move.]

He put the communicator back into his pocket and continued to ponder the problem he had just thought of while helping to move the luggage and equipment.

How could they mass-produce the Demon-breaking Dagger?

To shape it was simple;

Engraving prohibitions could also be resolved; the digital high-precision machine tool was more than enough for this task, and it could even create a layered interior and exterior for the Demon-breaking Dagger.

The hardest step was the breath he exhaled during forging, which essentially activated the Demon-breaking Dagger.

This step couldn’t be replaced by machines and needed to consume the mana of the forger.

Just now, a remark by Wu Man had reminded him.

The Skill of generating power.

In fact, one could think differently, not just from a pure Cultivator’s perspective, and should not be confined to the so-called ’orthodox’ Refining Skill since what was needed now was mass production.

For example, the Thunder Drawing Method recorded in the Ancient Forging Secret Techniques;

And the Life Sacrifice Method recorded in the Demon Cultivation Classics.

Does the Sacrifice Method sound evil?

This brings us to mention that there are plenty of Blade Beast Souls in the Crystal Cores... Why not use them for the sacrifices? There’s no need to use human souls.

Using Blade Beast Outer Bone as ’supplementary material’ and sacrificing Blade Beast Souls, they could forge weapons to combat the Blade Beasts!

Brilliant.

...

The seventh level of the fortress is a necessary route from Middle City to Upper City.

Wang Jixuan always just passed by hurriedly, glancing at the wheat fields’ scenery before leaving.

The seventh level housed the fortress’s nursery centers and was the main production site for natural starch. All the natural starch produced here was firstly supplied to human offspring, making every effort to leave a beautiful childhood for the fortress’s children and ensure a relatively healthy psychological foundation.

Furthermore, the therapy centers here were only open for injured warriors.

Wang Jixuan and his group’s relocation essentially broke the fortress’s rules, creating a bit of a privilege.

Not really a privilege, though.

Wang Jixuan was stationed here as a ’frontline injured mechanic,’ and the room assigned to him was a single-person dormitory.

Zheng Shiduo and Wu Man were arranged to stay in the dormitory building opposite him; they both lived together in a larger double room.

Wan Xiaoqi and Uncle Tai stayed in a nearby building that was under construction, which was also the site for Wang Jixuan’s upcoming ’Artifact Refining’; the exterior of the building was wrapped in thick blue tarp.

’Strange, why not let me also stay with Uncle Tai? Isn’t there a lot of space there?’

Daoist Wang thought to himself, pulled open the wooden door in front of him, and quickly found the answer to his question.

The dormitory was a narrow space of about thirteen or fourteen square meters with a single bed against the wall, a single sofa, a folding chair, a writing desk, and a separate bathroom in the corner.

The highlight of this room was its small balcony.

The sliding door was open; the wind from the wheat fields passed through the corridor and wooden door, whisking the white curtains away to the balcony.

"Not bad."

Wang Jixuan slightly raised his eyebrows, set down his luggage, blocked the teasing curtains, and walked to the balcony to look out:

Sunlight transmitted from the ground surface was gathered together into a huge sunlamp, hanging more than forty meters up the metallic ceiling, keeping the place warmly lit.

In the distance, the wheat fields surged in waves with the wind, showing no signs of the previous attacks by hundreds of Blade Beasts.

Surrounded by wheat fields, a group of children performed health exercises under the guidance of the nursery staff inside the nursery center.

Daoist Wang’s mood suddenly improved.

He leaned on the balcony railing, enjoying the view in front of him, then took out his new communicator and snapped a blurry photo, which he sent into the only group chat he belonged to.

About a few minutes later, a reply popped up.

Zhou Zhengde had sent a photo of a gloomy solitary cell in a military prison, accompanied by a pitiful-looking emoticon.

Wang Jixuan almost laughed out loud.

No, could this guy actually use a communicator inside the prison?

Indeed, he was like an official’s privileged son!

—Xiao Zhou had gone to jail also to keep those two Level B Spiritual Ability Users continuously detained, which involved a clash between the D5 United Defense Army and Spiritual Ability City.

Master Wang knew this in his heart as clearly as a mirror.

If "Demon-breaking Dagger" could become widespread, the Defense Army would have the confidence to confront the Thirteenth Institute.

For him, this also posed a huge risk... once the Demon-breaking Dagger and the Lingtong Great Sword fell into the hands of the Thirteenth Institute, it would likely go mad and definitely send a swarm of experts to trace him.

This was a direct provocation against the Thirteenth Institute’s "exclusive rights to develop Spiritual Energy."

Risk and opportunity often coexist.

What truly made Wang Jixuan feel the pressure wasn’t the Thirteenth Institute, but...

Those powerful Blade Beasts’ beams of light.

Twelve golden beams nearly illuminated the profound starry sky;

While those beams of varying colors and sizes crowdedly dotted the earth;

The Young King Worm they had gone to great lengths to kill this time, was just mediocre among these beams...

These were the true foes.

Ding—

A buzzing noise suddenly appeared in Wang Jixuan’s ears.

He groaned in pain, his forehead felt as if it was bursting open again, his soul trembled, and his Qi Sea spun rapidly.

Goodness, was the backlash of the Devil Skill this severe?

Waves of dizziness struck, Wang Jixuan held onto the balcony railing and swiftly pressed on the pressure points on his body.

Just then, a young girl in a pleated skirt passed by the door. After she passed, she blinked and tiptoed towards the open door, standing with her hands behind her back, slowly peeking in, her ear-length short hair slightly trembling, staring at the figure standing on the balcony.

A new neighbor?

Should, should I say hello?

"This is a great opportunity to practice. The new neighbor seems to be a young male..."

"Hmm! Gao Huating, you must try to communicate with the opposite sex! In a few months, you’ll have to start gene matching, and if you get married through gene matching rather than through romantic love, you’ll be looked down upon for life!"

"Cheer up!"

The girl pursed her lips, stood up straight, and took a deep breath.

She bravely took a step forward, crossed her hands in front of her lower belly, and a nursery staff’s professional gentle fake smile appeared on her face like a blooming flower. With a voice as soft as if she had inhaled an inert gas, she greeted in a voice as fine as a mosquito’s:

"Hello, I’m your right-hand side neighbor, may I get to know you? I am Gao..."

On the balcony, Daoist Wang pointed his sword finger at his esophagus, bowed his head, and "pfft" spat a mouthful of congested blood.

Phew! That feels much better!

Huh? Someone at the door? The right-hand side neighbor?

Wang Jixuan turned around alertly, and saw a young girl with a slender figure but curvaceous body, her ear-length short hair refreshingly lovely, with a cute face whose cherry-like lips seemed to have the texture of jelly.

He seemed to have seen her somewhere?

He remembered now, the nursery center, the school bus, one of the two female teachers guarding the children.

It’s just... her gaze seemed a bit dim-witted, staring blankly at the bloodstain on the ground.

"Ahem," said Daoist Wang, "I’m injured, sorry, did I frighten you?"

"I faint at the sight of blood... don’t mind me... "

The girl smiled weakly, rolling her eyes as her body slowly softened and she fainted outside the door frame.

"Hey!"