Chapter 62: Chapter 54: Praise the Deity!
After breakfast and tidying up the table, seeing the tunnel continuously transport corpses one after another, falling into the glass bottles of baijiu, Fu Qingjun felt at ease.
He finally understood.
One should not aim too high; eating too much at once is not advisable, and it’s best not to engage in messy affairs. It’s safer not to complicate things unnecessarily. He just needed to manage the mechanical clockwork line on his end, and handle an ant wine production line over there.
While endlessly falling into the bitter sea, they could help explore the post-apocalyptic ruins on the side.
By calculation, over the past three days, they explored the unit next to the corridor, as well as several units upstairs and downstairs, sweeping the dark undead restricted zone. Quite a number of cockroaches were found inside the house...
However, it seemed the original household cockroaches had mutated.
There were no people or bodies inside, so he maintained an optimistic speculation:
Did they retreat?
He remembered the opposite was a young girl in a senior high school repeat class, whom he had met twice. They were acquaintances through nodding acquaintance; she wore glasses, was introverted and conservative, with sparse hair and heavy dark circles, seeming to bear a lot of mental pressure.
He couldn’t remember the other students from the floors above or below, but in the end, they were all from a school district area, with one-bedroom apartments. The area was so small that it was usually rented by students preparing for exams, and their families generally had a little money.
And yet, now, their home environment was extremely chaotic, as if they had left in a rush, even some valuables were left behind, giving the impression that it was like an earthquake had hit, a broadcast announced, and there was an emergency evacuation in ten minutes...
"I almost forgot, once upon a time, I was an ordinary senior high school student too, living here, preparing for university exams along with them." He always felt it was a little odd that he hadn’t evacuated with them, or perhaps he had already retreated to a stranger and safer place...
Only five or six days have passed on this side of Earth; what drastic change occurred?
He was not quite clear.
However, taking things slowly would be fine.
Come to think of it, those cockroaches indeed mutated terrifyingly, not seeming to be just caused by nuclear radiation, but rather from that huge mist.
Fu Qingjun shook his head, "It’s still my Angel Dynasty, establishing a new Earth civilization, writing epic odes, and exploring the truth of the land."
If there were really any survivor camps after the apocalypse, he hoped they wouldn’t be dumbfounded when they saw his Flying Ant Angel civilization...
"However..."
Fu Qingjun murmured, "After these mutant ants are used to brew wine, the ants and the herbs need to be removed before selling... otherwise, it would be terrifying."
But this was also well.
Removing all the herbal residues meant others wouldn’t understand the formula for the medicinal wine, which became a business secret.
As for things like desecrating corpses, he didn’t feel there was anything wrong with it.
The starting point of life he bestowed must naturally reclaim the end point of the corpses, it’s an equivalent exchange.
After all, as he developed, harvesting and reclaiming them to become stronger allowed him to contribute more assistance to civilizations, which was a mutually beneficial affair.
"However, this medicinal wine, nourishing the body, reinforces the spirit, energy, and intent of Martial Dao, making it easier for the martial artists in this world to condense their spirit and step into the class of Grandmasters in spirit and energy unification!"
"It might even enable martial artists, who take more than a decade to achieve results, to significantly shorten the time!" He contemplated the terrifying effects.
But he felt even if the time was shortened, it wouldn’t be shortened much.
The cultivation of over a decade might be reduced to five or six years; this might be astonishing to the martial artists, but for Fu Qingjun, it was not enough.
Actually, the reason those ants could reach such rapid cultivation speed was entirely because of his mutated soul, endowing them with certain traits of collapse and reconstitution of their bodies.
Allowing them to crazily enhance tendons, muscles, and bones was the reason for such swiftness.
"Ultimately, unless I treat those martial artists like those ants, inserting my soul into their heads and injecting my essence, making them enter a rapid collapse-reconstitution state!"
In this situation, practicing Martial Dao would enhance one’s realm incredibly fast.
"Regarding these speculations, I have some experimental subjects before my eyes, after all, Qin Hong has gone through it so many times, the soul in her head has almost already turned into my color."
He whispered, explaining the truth.
In a certain sense, this real-world female human had already become akin to his retinue like those ants.
"Even her Empress soul returning to her brain is equivalent to overlaying the soul on her head, though faintly... The amount of an ant’s soul would be greatly diluted by her brain, but already thoroughly dyed with my characteristics, which already could subtly accelerate her body."
Of course, these were just speculations...
They still needed verification.
Fu Qingjun planned to watch and see what happens.
He looked towards the other side, on the floor of the room, using strands of hair to encircle a new mechanical clockwork factory, where the ants were working overtime.
"Staying here all the time isn’t a solution; I need to figure out a place for a production line, to expand production. As for the other side, the place is big but too dangerous... the factory location still needs to be close to home for observation and control at any time."
He hadn’t thought about moving, finding a standalone house.
Not to mention the money issue, actually, the current residential buildings are already quite good as living areas.
Water and electricity are accessible, difficult to find outside, unless one is a gatekeeper, a noble, the ruling class, one could reside in the true central city, an area with standalone houses, reportedly with telegraphs, and old-fashioned phones with rotary dials.
"Truly a strict hierarchical society."
But he wasn’t worried at all; without a telegraph or phone, so what?
Although he couldn’t get those modern technologies in the ruins over there, he had his own silly hair-brainwave walkie-talkie.
Fu Qingjun looked towards the room next door and stood up, "I’ll go ask Li Mo next door if there are any vacant or transferable rooms here."
...
On the other side.
Qin Hong woke up from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.
Her eyes suddenly opened, an invisible oppressive aura swept out.
She calmed her spirit a bit, the sharpness and killing intent in her gaze gradually faded, returning to an ordinary person’s eyes, "Killed too many, almost forgetting who I am."
She smiled bitterly, organizing her thoughts, recalling that portion of life, although somewhat reluctant, it was already exciting enough with no regrets left.
"I hope that those species from hundreds of thousands of years ago, with the species explosion, live longer, breaking away from insect lifespan, and become a truly high-level civilization race! Creating a brilliant prehistoric myth!" She offered her blessings, organizing the gains in her mind.
The gains were enormous!
As she fought her way through, honing her combat skills, slaughter instincts, continually firming and deepening her Martial Dao will, her spirit, energy, and intent were increasingly refined.
"Muscle weight, bone assessment, Grandmaster, I’ve practiced all that once... Now, I am equivalent to retraining Martial Dao!" She arrived in the living room, picked up a broom, wielding it like a spear, manifesting power and charisma.
Simultaneously, she discovered a warm current flowing within her, her cultivation speed remarkably increased, and her stomach started growling, each muscle cell was emitting a hungry sound.
"At this cultivation speed, I could easily catch up even after missing the golden period of martial training... is this the great power of becoming a retinue!?"
Her heart surged, this was simply like a dream, she was completely convinced and proud to become a retinue of this ancient god and demon.
"I’ve gained new life! I already understand the meaning of my existence!"
She suddenly, like a Western gentleman, elegantly removed her small round hair hat, bowed, revealing the smooth circular Demon God Seal, with a stand of quirky hair slowly swaying in the void, humbly saying:
"Praise to the great master, the Nameless God traversing void and time."