Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 216 - 124: The Little Cultivator and The Great Commander_2

Chapter 216: Chapter 124: The Little Cultivator and The Great Commander_2

We’re all so familiar with each other now, I definitely have to help out Xiao Mudan a bit.

Fu Jian opened the application, used his highest authority to erase the words "approved" and added a sentence stating, "Due to the urgent need for raw materials in production," changing the maintenance date to "thirteen days later."

"Heh heh heh, I, the Commander, am not petty. It’s just the necessary autonomous mechanical personality test."

Soon, complaints from Mudan came from outside the supply station:

"The stock of materials I need is gone, we have to produce them urgently, oh my God! My hand is going to look ugly for two weeks! Mudan’s sorrow is simply too sad."

Wang Jixuan laughed and said, "Aren’t your hand joints still quite flexible? It’s fine as long as it doesn’t interfere with sweeping and other chores."

"Whine, the officer is bullying people. Appearance is also a part of fighting strength!"

"Why does the Mechanical Body behave like a young girl?"

"Are you making fun of Mudan, Commander? Mudan can get angry too! But since you are the commander, Mudan will generously forgive you."

"Good, you have quite the temper."

The two, one human and one Mechanical Girl, chatted their way into the temporary supply station.

They went to the supply vehicle where Wang Jixuan lived, pulled open the door, and looked at Tree Man Beta, who was still in deep slumber.

The Tree Man was indeed tired, the fighting here was over, and yet he was still fast asleep.

Mudan immediately found a pair of gloves for herself, took off the ordinary War Armor that was nearly scrapped, and changed into her favorite maid outfit.

"Commander, should Mudan call you ’Master’? I heard it’s more thrilling that way."

"Call me ’Commander.’ What on earth are you always thinking about?"

Wang Jixuan replied irritably, still watching Tree Man Beta, arms crossed.

The Daoist showed a bit of hesitation.

Beta’s abilities could at most make him a ’Logistics Supply Master’ elsewhere, but here, he could indeed display extraordinary strength.

But, a promise is a promise...

"Drive and take him back to Dragonfly Lady. Avoid people as much as possible, don’t cause trouble for their team."

"Got it, the tobacco and alcohol are ready too!"

"Hmm, I’ve placed the healing Spiritual Water at the back, thity bottles in total, marked with dragonflies, veils, and saplings, let them differentiate on their own."

"At your command!"

Mudan crisply acknowledged and then carefully hoisted the Tree Man onto her shoulder to take him to the off-road vehicle outside.

Mudan drove off quickly, and before leaving, she didn’t forget to glance at a certain old Half-Mechanical Body’s supply vehicle, making a mischievous face at him in secret.

Wang Jixuan rubbed his nose.

Of course, he used his Spiritual Sense to see ’Uncle Hei,’ but now he felt slightly embarrassed and didn’t know how to initiate a greeting.

It was supposed to be a friendship that disregarded age, and Wang Jixuan thought to himself that they were already quite familiar with each other—in this friendship, he was the older one.

"Forget it, I’ll cultivate first and wait for him to speak up. After all, I need to lay low under his protection for a while."

"Heal and sort out the method for making the Crystal Core Greatsword to give to him. Once Uncle Tai’s Summoning Thunder experiment data is out, we should be able to mass-produce the Crystal Core Greatswords."

"The common folk of this world, oh, how they struggle."

"Worthless Spiritual Ability Users, once I reach the Nascent Soul stage, I’ll make a Blood Gourd, refine all the blood-handed Spiritual Ability Users into Essence, and scatter it over the land to improve soil fertility."

Daoist Wang muttered disdainfully to himself.

...

Two thousand kilometers northwest of Fortress No. 82.

Inside a military base built above the line of Snow Mountain.

S-Level Spirit Ability User, ’Dark Lord’ Xing Dian, who has rarely appeared in public in the last few decades, was lying on the surgical table, staring at the surgical lamp.

A few doctors were stopping the bleeding in Xing Dian’s amputated arm.

A select few S-Level body-type Spiritual Ability Users could regenerate limbs, but unfortunately, Xing Dian, who appeared to be in his fifties though he was over eighty, did not possess this ability. He could only use Telekinesis to numb his nerves, so he could remain conscious during the surgery.

A full anesthetic was extremely dangerous because he would lose sensation, which meant that for a period of time, he would not have control over his surroundings.

Even now, while healing, his Telekinesis could cover the entire base, monitoring every movement inside and outside.

And this caution is the reason he was able to walk out of Spiritual Ability City alive and become an important figure for the external powers of Spiritual Ability City.

The door of the operating room swung open, and seven men and women rushed in, gazing at Xing Dian’s figure.

A young woman raised her hand to her mouth, crying out loud, "Teacher! How are you?!"

Xing Dian’s pupils shifted toward this young woman, speaking coldly, "Don’t perform in front of me, Zhuge Sinan! I’m in a bad mood right now!"

The young woman, Zhuge Sinan, immediately shut up, bowing her head without saying a word.

The seven people quickly stepped forward, standing outside the sterile membrane.

"Teacher, is Mo Feng really dead?"

"Hmm," Xing Dian said softly, "my material that I spent countless time and effort on, just died like that."

"But Teacher, why did Mo Feng suddenly provoke Fu Jian?"

"It wasn’t Fu Jian who killed her. I’m not clear about the specifics. By the time my life detection device alerted me to the problem with Mo Feng and I got there, it was already too late."

Xing Dian glanced at the doctors, "Give us a moment."

"Yes."

The doctors quickly left, wrapping Xing Dian’s amputated arm in a sterile membrane before doing so.

Xing Dian slowly sat up, his stern face filled with anger.

He spoke in a low voice, "I’ve called the seven of you here together. You should know what that means."

"Teacher, are you going to go to war with Fu Jian?"

"Go to war? Do you know how many Half-human Mechas he has hidden, or how many autonomous Mechanical Bodies?"

Xing Dian let out a cold snort:

"Mo Feng’s death has something to do with the Beast God Sect. What the Beast God Sect wants most right now is to incite a battle between the Dominion Faction, the Nature Faction, and Fu Jian."