Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 404 - 194: First Hearing of the Doomsday Protocol [Request for Monthly Votes]

Chapter 404: Chapter 194: First Hearing of the Doomsday Protocol [Request for Monthly Votes]

Spirit Releasing Array, comfortable cushions, virtually unlimited access to Crystal Cores;

The afternoon sun transmitted down, white curtains stirred by the artificial breeze, and a dutiful mechanical maid kneeling quietly in the corner.

Wang Jixuan sat in meditation with closed eyes, sighing slightly with a hint of helplessness in his heart.

Recalling his previous life:

Naive cultivator hidden in the mountains, unaware of the human heart’s piercing nature.

Sister disciples warmed by fragrant sleeves, amid fallen petals and flowing waters, bustling with cultivation.

He hadn’t been here long, yet deception was already so familiar.

Facing a formidable foe, the first thought that sprang to his mind was whether he could delay them for a few days, buy himself time to cultivate, mobilize more resources, and then devise a plan to annihilate the enemy, rather than his former approach...

A cry of "evil beast," eradicating demons and suppressing evil.

After all, his strength had not recovered much.

There was no help for it; in his previous life, he stood on the shoulders of a great sect like Wangxian Valley, abundant in cultivation resources, under the guidance of famed masters. As his cultivation improved, so did his status within the sect, and he could even unlock different levels of the Scripture Pavilion according to his standing, accessing centuries of accumulated sect scriptures.

Now...

It’s better left unsaid.

Wang Jixuan only regretted why he hadn’t read through the entire Scripture Pavilion back then; with that, he could perhaps recall some urgently needed scriptures using the methods of Heart Skill computation.

He regretted deeply that he had spent his time studying the Demon Path and Buddhist Cultivation Methods, thinking they might complement each other and lead to cross-enlightenment.

So much so that he was now worried that his own Wangxian Valley might be seen as a major figure of the Demon Path trying to whitewash and join the upper echelons...

’Grandmaster above, hereafter unless absolutely necessary, I shall use less of Devil Skill and more of our Righteous Path methods,’

’However, speaking of which, even seeking death has its queue.’

Wang Jixuan slightly curled his lips, his Dao Heart emanating a trace of killing intent.

’That Beast Speaker, full of twisted arguments, acknowledging a thief as his father, harming all beings, if he hadn’t provoked me, it would have been fine, but since he has brought this upon himself, he must be taught that the cultivation civilization is not so easily tampered with.’

’From what I see now, Mahayana, undergoing Heavenly Tribulation, achieving Ascension, is reaching the pinnacle of power in the Lower Realm, enduring the trials of the Upper Realm, then continuing to the Upper Realm to achieve immortality and enlightenment.’

’Blade Beast or Spirit Cultivator, thus far, there’s no knowledge of their Ascension.’

’Once my power is fully restored, returning to Mahayana, I should be able to annihilate all enemies.’

Wang Jixuan uplifted his Dao Heart and quickly calmed himself, gradually entering meditation.

He had already come to trust Mu Dan’s vigilance.

Indeed, Mu Dan could freely infiltrate non-secret communication networks, and even if Lingtong sent a message that he missed, Mu Dan would promptly reply to Lingtong, informing her that he was either cultivating or sleeping.

Lingtong was not the clingy type, nor would she get upset over this.

She had a plethora of matters to deal with as well.

As Wang Jixuan began his meditation;

Outside in the corridor of the dormitory, that young female teacher who had worked all day and played wildly with the children for several hours, dragged her weary petite frame back to the dormitory door, searching everywhere for her keys.

...

Gao Huating titled her head as she looked at Wang Jixuan’s room door, blinking gently.

This neighbor named Wang Zheng was indeed very strange.

Not only mysterious in his comings and goings but particularly secretive about keeping people inside, especially that beautiful and generously-built maid...

Gao Huating couldn’t help but question in her heart.

Is this still the Fortress Era guided by the ideals of collectivism?

Why does this person still have such an arrangement as a maid!

Doesn’t this lead to the waste of social resources, truly not degrading the dignity of this sister!

Of course, Gao Huating merely muttered these concerns in her heart.

Asking her to stand up as a human rights fighter, not only did she dare not, but it was also prone to failure...

Based on Gao Huating’s observations over this period, the young man next door was not simple. She often saw uniformed officials, and occasionally some odd characters like that thin, small man who always had a sleazy smile but seemed harmless, and that boy who previously sat in a wheelchair but was now able to walk steadily.

’But Wang Zheng is also very young.’

Gao Huating fished out a spare key from the bottom of the mailbox, quickly slipped inside her door, and let out a breath of relief.

Shutting the curtains, the room’s light instantly dimmed.

Humming a tune, she took off her white blouse and skirt, removed her comfortable sleeveless top, kicked off her flats, pulled off her knee-high socks, and tip-toed around the floor.

Though she didn’t much care for household chores, Gao Huating still tidied up her room once daily. Luckily the dorm room was quite small, so she quickly finished cleaning, then sprawled arms outstretched onto the bed like free falling.

"Ah, another exhausting day..."

Buzz, buzz!

The pillow nearby vibrated continuously.

Gao Huating, with effort, lifted her hand, felt under the pillow for the Communicator, expertly pressed the answer button, and placed it above her head.

"Hello..."

"No issues with tonight’s broadcast, right?"

"Hmm, what time is it?"

"It starts at eight in the evening, you go to the studio and get ready at seven-thirty."

Her manager, a middle-aged woman, kept talking:

"Someone here has helped you clean up."

"Sigh, the Fortress has had too much work recently, I’ve almost been worked sick."

"I’m really envious of you, Huating, mingling with children every day, soaking up their youthful energy, and even singing part-time."

Gao Huating made a funny face: "I’m also worn out, and besides..."

"And besides what?"

"Lately, um..."

Gao Huating hesitated.

The senior manager immediately asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Is there a problem? Gynecological?"

"No, I’ve always been very healthy!"