Chapter 164: Depart For Taixi!
Yuan Zhu wandered around his own warehouse for a full hour, meticulously checking all the stored supplies, then boldly swallowed various types of civilian pills and magic potions, carefully feeling their effects with his body, and found that they actually had some effect on his body.
“Through the detection and feedback from the Immortal Scripture, Holy Light Pollution is more inclined towards fields like ‘energy and soul’, with limited reinforcement effects on your human body, only greatly improving resistance and making it hard to get common diseases. But if you really get sick, these mortal medicines are still useful.”
After hearing Little Spicy Stick’s explanation, Yuan Zhu nodded in approval. The power of his human body was indeed not great; even after condensing the Soul Crystal, the pure physical power he could unleash was not much stronger than the physical body reinforcement brought by the Shadow Uniform.
It all relied on the extra Holy Light amplification blessing to further enhance physical body strength. Holy Cultivators rarely get sick; they don’t compete on physical fitness, but on this polluted body tempered with ‘Holy Light Pollution’.
Those demons of disease (bacteria, viruses) that erode ordinary people’s health, as well as various minor evil pollutions, are all killed by the even more evil and domineering ‘Holy Light Pollution Residue’ in the cultivator’s body, making them immune to all diseases. But a cultivator’s physical body is not much stronger than a mortal’s.
“So that’s how it is; for Holy Light Cultivators, ordinary medicines are actually more effective than ‘supernatural pills and magic potions’?”
Thinking of this, Yuan Zhu quickly selected a batch of the most effective drugs, replenished them into the Soul Space, then took out some bandages, surgical knives, and other supplies from the warehouse, stuffing them all into the limited-capacity Soul Space, instantly feeling extremely secure.
Little Spicy Stick added: “Based on the intelligence information I’ve gathered, supernatural medicines are divided into general type and pollution-compatible type. General type effects are usually weaker, but effective on over 60% of pollution systems. For example, the ‘Insect Pill’ we robbed; as long as the side effects and pollution it brings are less than the buffs from the pill, it can be classified as a ‘general type pill’.”
Yuan Zhu: “That’s really sloppy.”
“Pollution-compatible medicines are those invested and supported by different ‘pollution systems’, specifically developed for their own system’s ‘supernatural pills and magic potions’. For example, the Holy Church surely has high-end holy light spiritual pills and magic potions prepared specifically for ‘Holy Light Cultivators’ internally! Kunlun System, Buddhism, Yellow Heaven are all origins of classical alchemy; now the Holy Church has gathered both ‘Buddhist and Taoist’ traditions.”
“Therefore, I strongly suggest that once Happy Home connects to the underground world, we must focus on cultivating that little girl, heavily invest in her and her younger brother, teach them the Insect Cultivator’s alchemy, then find a way to bring her out of the Bubble World, imprison her, and have her refine pills for us! The Insect Cultivator’s ‘alchemy’ inherits from Kunlun and is the best in the world!”
“Think about the terrible living conditions in the underground world; even if imprisoned, it would be like ascending to a happy paradise for them. We can totally use some cheap clean drinking water and garbage food full of aspartame to gain 1000% gratitude and loyalty, making them serve us to the death. I also suggest taking in more Insect City orphans, cultivating them into ‘root dead soldiers’; all the sins and blame will be taken by me! I want to be the blame shadow, Big Brother, you won’t regret it!”
Little Spicy Stick, who has now gathered a large amount of basic common sense from the supernatural world, has not only built a ‘supernatural world model’ targeted at Du Ling, but also cultivated her own three views cognition, forming deep-rooted biases as well.
She now blindly worships the Kunlun System’s ‘Elixir of Immortality’. Among the top major forces, only Kunlun achieved ascension all the way by popping pills, slipping away even better than the neighboring weird magic potion system. In her cognition, the Insect City’s inherited alchemy is far more valuable than the stitched-together Qi Refining Technique.
Although Yuan Zhu acknowledged her judgment, he still felt it was a bit off: “Do you really like taking the blame? Why do you always say that?”
“Of course! As your Game Sprite, as Big Brother you become more familiar with the functions and usage of the Immortal Scripture, my navigation value will continuously decline, becoming more and more useless. So, I must take the initiative! Only by becoming valuable will I not be abandoned.”
“So I will shift my work focus to the ‘tertiary industry (service industry)’. Highlight my Balala Soul Mentor duties, wildly flatter you, regulate your mental health, keep you in high-spirited positive emotions every day. Therefore, taking the blame will become my most important responsibility in the future! All sins and blame will be borne by me, so Big Brother you can be guilt-free, always in the best state, without inner demons!”
Yuan Zhu listened in stunned silence: “Holy crap, the way you put it, I’m suddenly a little touched.”
“Heh heh, this is exactly part of the plan, and my goal!”
Yuan Zhu: “You’re not even pretending? You just say it outright.”
Little Spicy Stick proudly put her hands on her hips: “I have no lies or concealment towards you, Big Brother; no suspicion or petty thoughts, I say whatever I think. Otherwise, how can I earn your trust? What use would I be to you? Yu Jingzi treats people with sincerity like this; even if I want to be your daddy, I won’t hide it. You are kind and merciful, I am deeply sinful. All your unwilling and unjust acts are instigated and taught by me. So, go boldly do evil!”
Little Spicy Stick, bravely taking on all responsibility and mistakes! Loyal to the death, born bad seed, trash can for all negative energy.
“…” Yuan Zhu: “I order you not to have these petty thoughts anymore.”
“Forgive my bluntness, I can’t do that!”
Yuan Zhu sighed at how Little Spicy Stick was loyally devoted with a heart of steel, yet felt something was off. Her loyalty was reliable to the point of being evil.
An hour and a half later, Zheng Hao returned from the Cat House Bar again, bringing Yuan Zhu an address copied on a note, and a business card with no text, only a badge-like pattern.
He said to Yuan Zhu: “President, here are two addresses. The first is Leishen’s office in Taixi City; A Miao goes there every time to talk business. By time calculation, your chance of finding her there during the day is highest; even if you miss her, the staff there will give you directions or leave a message.”
“The second address is the Cat House’s intelligence point set up in Taixi City; it’s not high-level, usually no one visits. The bar boss said if you can’t find her, you can try leaving your address or appointment time and place here. There’s a chance the other party will see it and contact you proactively. As for this card, it proves you’re a user with needs and won’t be treated as an enemy.”
Yuan Zhu: “What if neither works?”
“Then we can only wait for the other party to return to Running and meet then.”
“You continue your efforts; I’m going to Taixi next. If this warehouse gets robbed during that time, you can choose to abandon it. But the goods I want must not be short.”
“Understood.”
…
Leaving the warehouse district, Yuan Zhu completely relaxed, no longer crazily cultivating (Holy Light) overtime, too lazy to think about the upcoming ‘Second Seal’, or shadow system cultivation and experiments. Even the scheduled ‘Three-Phase Ritual’ was thrown out of mind; he completely emptied his spirit, enjoying the rare relaxation.
On the way home, he specially bought a large amount of gourmet food from an old famous eatery, packed it and stuffed it into the Soul Space to bring home. When the world approached evening, he set the table and had a full meal with his rarely seen younger brother.
During dinner, the worried Little Brother Yuan kept giving his deliciously content older brother hesitant and concerned looks like ‘Has my big brother gotten a terminal illness? Or committed a serious crime and plans to flee?’
Yuan Zhu, gnawing on a deer leg, asked without looking up: “What’s with that look? Think I’m about to die and this is compensation for your last supper?”
Yuan Su, who could barely eat, finally spoke: “Big Brother, you suddenly came home so early and brought back so much food; I’m not quite used to it. Are you really okay?”
“Of course I’m fine; I’m going to Taixi for a while and won’t be home. Your living expenses are prepared in the hidden compartment on the second layer of the bookcase; don’t skimp.”
“Taixi?!” Yuan Su’s eyes lit up with longing, but he quickly restrained himself: “Still that luxury goods part-time job of yours?”
“Yeah, going to check out the market, meet up with colleagues, maintain friendships; very safe, no need to worry. When I come back this time, I’ll prepare a Supernatural Powers Guide for you; read it carefully, set your future aspirations in advance, and make corresponding preparations.”
Yuan Zhu felt it was time to arrange for this plastic younger brother to learn more about mainstream ‘supernatural systems’, determine his aspirations, and step by step cultivate him to enter the path, change his mediocre fate, and walk the Path of the Strong.
This would also fulfill the predecessor’s last wish.
He had possessed ‘Yuan Zhu’s’ body through the Great Desolation Immortal Scripture without encountering any resentment or karmic influence, and even perfectly absorbed the other’s ‘soul’, enhancing his own origin.
So there was no such thing as ‘karma’. But out of the Celestial Dynasty people’s high morality and sense of responsibility, Yuan Zhu was very willing to cultivate this subordinate, raise him into a talent. Plus, it would fulfill the ‘family revival obsession’ that troubled him as well.
Just like Itachi Uchiha suddenly having the dream of ‘reviving Uchiha + becoming a big capitalist’ and sinking into involution entrepreneurship. Then the heavy responsibility of family revival that troubled him but brought no ‘struggle pleasure’ could be dumped on Sasuke!
Arrange for him to become talented, endow him with jonin-level power and physique, then pick over 100 beautiful and fertile sisters-in-law. Thus… how could the Yuan family not be revived?
Silently stared at by his big brother’s weird yet expectant gaze, the baffled Yuan Su felt chills in his heart but couldn’t figure it out. Then, his thoughts were overtaken by longing for the Supernatural Powers Guide.
Over the past years, Yuan Zhu’s desire for supernatural powers had deeply influenced Little Brother Yuan. Yuan Su also knew many stories about ‘Holy Church, Yellow Heaven, Kunlun…’.
In daily life, he had contact with many derivative products of supernatural systems, but true ‘power inheritances’ had nothing to do with ordinary people. Many systems, anyone could chat about a bit, but once delving into the content, it was all fog.
Now, big bro could get a Supernatural Guide recording detailed insider info for him to choose from; wouldn’t that mean…
He looked up in surprise: “Bro, have you become a supernatural being?”
“Mm. I cultivate Holy Light.” Yuan Zhu raised one finger, weak ‘Holy Light’ dispersing at the fingertip, casually casting an Illumination Technique on his little brother without a trace of Holy Cough.
Then he saw faint wisps of ‘polluted aura’ slowly rising from the other’s body surface, purifying the small amount of accumulated ‘pollution distortion’ inside.
Feeling his spirit suddenly clear and body more invigorated, Yuan Su said enviously and admiringly: “Bro, can I learn this?”
“No! Garbage Holy Light, even dogs won’t learn it. Sword Immortal is even more garbage! Your bro has talent for it, you might not; wait for me to bring back the Supernatural Guide, study it carefully and choose. Anyway, Holy Light isn’t suitable for you.” Yuan Zhu shook his head in denial, a hundred percent against it.
As a system that continuously burns life, lifespan, soul throughout, with Power of Pollution running through it all, Yuan Zhu absolutely wouldn’t let this fool younger brother touch it.
If not for his exceptional talent, continuously regenerating via the Boss Template to release Holy Light; then developing the trick of using Ghost Companions to replace secondary soul harvesting embers.
Ordinary people to condense a Soul Crystal would at least burn 10 years of lifespan + years of hard work, and that’s for talented geniuses. Fools would be white-haired and die even faster without forming the Holy Seal.
Precisely because he personally embraced Holy Light, he understood the essence of this system: extremely evil. Iron dummy (Zhou Chu) was right; must be vigilant against the ‘Holy Light trap’!
After sending off his younger brother, Yuan Zhu returned to the bedroom to rest and recuperate.
…
Early next morning before dawn, he was ready to go, pockets full of cash, took the bus to Running’s bus station.
Spent 10 yuan on a ticket, boarded the long-distance bus with front and rear carriages, quietly waiting for departure.
After entering the station, he found quite a few people taking the bus at this time. There were fully 6 long-distance buses to Taixi departing at the same time, with a batch every hour afterward.
The bus body was similar in size to Earth’s buses, but with front and rear sections, looking very strange.
After boarding, the driver’s seat was controlled, but right by the door sat a ticket seller. She was a muscular big sis exaggerated in both height and build compared to him.
Wearing a blue coarse cloth uniform, her basketball-sized chest was about to burst the clothes, arms as thick as a maid’s female thighs. Two braids at the back of her head, rough features, somewhat androgynous.
Her most special feature was her eyes wrapped in layers of black cloth strips, like a blind person. Hands crossed in front hugging a pile of giant balls, leaning on the chairback with eyes closed resting.
Her burly strong body emitted the aura of a strong practitioner. As soon as Yuan Zhu stepped on the bus door steps, he sensed a brand new ‘supernatural aura’, extremely oppressive, but not evil in Holy Light’s eyes, even quite stable and clean; clearly a deep-hidden ‘righteous path’ person.
“Ticket!” A somewhat low and husky female voice rang by his ear.
Yuan Zhu quickly pulled out the ticket; she didn’t even look up and said again: “Passed! Find a seat and sit, no loud noise.”
“Got it!”
