ccnovels #330 - Call me Amyna from now on
#330 - Call me Amyna from now on
Wei Er, Emina Tuke, had been increasingly irritable lately.
Ever since the Nineteenth King Beast attacked Fortress 76 and the Black Storm ‘died valiantly in battle,’ her mood had become somewhat gloomy.
Even though she had received Wang Jixuan's transmission in advance, knowing that he was only hiding to cultivate;
this feeling of being suppressed, being forced by Blade Beasts, and having no means of retaliation made her feel extremely powerless.
Even if she wanted to sacrifice something to gain power, the core circuit didn't have similar technical support.
The methods Wang Zheng passed on to her were not the attack methods she liked at all. Although she could mobilize her own spiritual energy more easily, she was far from being able to do anything beyond what the core circuit allowed.
Spirit cultivators were restricted to death by the core circuit.
'So in the end, I can't do anything.'
Number Five sighed softly.
She was currently sitting on a sand dune near the ruins of Fortress 76, where a supply vehicle was hidden in the sand.
In the past few months, whenever she felt upset, she would come here to hide.
No one knew she was here.
As usual, she sat on top of the sand dune and looked at the azure sky. Wearing jeans and a bat shirt, with her golden, ear-length short hair, she was like the female protagonist in those cyberpunk-style paintings, only with a few more traces of a literary girl's melancholy in her eyes.
“Sigh.”
Number Five sighed softly.
Ding ding.
A reminder sound came from the supply vehicle.
Number Five stretched her neck, lowered her head, walked down the sand dune, jumped into the supply vehicle wrapped in holographic curtains, and found the communicator that Xiang Tiantian had gifted her.
[New Number 1 Spirit Slave (Tiantian): Master, I made super delicious cakes here. It's a little bit of high-quality starch that I managed to get. Would you like to try it?]
Several black lines hung on Number Five's forehead.
No, why is this guy acting cute for no reason! And 'Master,' how disgusting! I can smell the stench of romance even through the screen!
[Night Goddess (Spirit Cultivator): I don't eat it, I like to eat stinky things.]
[New Number 1 Spirit Slave: Okay. Eating sweets can make you happy. Master, you've been a little depressed lately. The supply vehicle can be activated six times a week.]
[Night Goddess: Do your own thing.]
[New Number 1 Spirit Slave: My own thing is to make you happy every day.]
Number Five rolled her eyes.
She had never met such a spirit slave with no sense of boundaries!
Is the pursuit of low-level carnal desires really that happy?
Hmph, just some low-level taste.
[Night Goddess: I need quiet now.]
Number Five threw the communicator aside, turned around to leave, but hesitated, stared at the communicator for a long time, and finally clicked her tongue softly.
“What am I thinking about? I am a spirit cultivator with a long lifespan.”
Number Five stretched, her bat shirt unfolded, and the sunlight from the car window outlined a curvaceous figure through the bat shirt.
She still maintained a ‘low-power’ appearance, which was conducive to the recovery of her strength.
Since she was idle anyway, why not put on some makeup?
Number Five began humming Xiaohua Ting's latest single, sat in front of the simple dressing table, and began to study her newly acquired hobby.
Foundation, light blush, try a bold lipstick color…
Although humans are currently short of all kinds of supplies, chemical products are relatively abundant, and cosmetics are readily available, so it is not a luxury hobby.
Soon, Number Five looked left and right in the mirror, quite satisfied with her face.
Suddenly.
“Your skin is already fair and smooth, why do you need to use these things to change your skin tone? Your face is a shade darker than your neck.”
Number Five's body stiffened.
As if she had seen a ghost, she paused for a few seconds before suddenly turning her head to look at the car window.
Wang Jixuan was趴 (pā - leaning) on the car window, watching her with a smile.
“Hey!”
Number Five's eyes suddenly burst into light. Turning around to look at Wang Jixuan, the first thing she said was:
“Where did you pop out from! Why didn’t I notice you at all!”
“That can only mean you have poor vigilance,” Wang Jixuan said with a smile, getting up and turning to the car door. With a brisk stride, he jumped in.
He was still dressed in jeans and a white shirt, looking sunny and cheerful. Even in this endless yellow sand, he was spotless.
After a cultivator establishes their foundation and achieves bigu (grain avoidance), they basically have no dirt on their body, and with the protection of their magic power, their clothes will always be as good as new unless they are injured or in special circumstances, so there is no need to deliberately change them.
Number Five had already come back to her senses and quickly washed off the makeup on her face at the faucet, saying in her mouth:
“Wait for me! I’m just… um, bored… Don’t have any excessive associations!”
“What am I associating with? Do you still have worldly feelings? A seventeen-thousand-year-old beautiful girl.”
Daoist Wang clicked his tongue and rummaged through the small refrigerator in the car for his favorite wheat juice.
“A few days ago, I was in the Arctic Circle. Aunt Dragonfly not only knows how to put on makeup, but also had plastic surgery. She looks just like a glamorous model on a poster.
“She even wanted to try something more exciting with me.
“I know that the concept of this era will be more open, but this is too… I am still too conservative.”
“You conservative?” Number Five chuckled.
She raised her head and looked at the mirror.
Sure enough, jade-like skin nourished by spiritual energy was more charming.
Number Five leisurely said: “There are quite a few women who covet your body. Just being in a relationship with you has qualitatively changed Lingtong’s strength. Even if I stay in this ruin, I can hear all kinds of rumors about her.”
“It’s normal. Lingtong is the heir chosen by Fu Jian, and is being promoted as the new generation of hero.”
Wang Jixuan opened the bottle and took a big gulp, exhaling comfortably:
“Let’s not chat, I just came back, now you and Aunt Dragonfly are the only two who have seen me.
“Is it convenient for you to move out now?”
Number Five crossed her arms, seemingly a little disgusted: “You didn’t go to find Lingtong?”
“Of course, she’s busy on the front line, and I also have something serious to do.”
Wang Jixuan shook his head:
“If love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it only be in the morning and evening.”
“Huh? Are you tired of it so quickly?” Number Five blinked, “How long have you been together? I read in those human books that it only itches after seven years, right?”
Wang Jixuan: …
“Human civilization on this planet has such a rich cultural heritage, what are you doing studying the seven-year itch for no reason?”
“Just curious,” Number Five shrugged slightly.
“Okay, let’s talk about business.”
Wang Jixuan briefly explained his discovery in the Arctic Circle.
Number Five's expression suddenly became much serious.
She thought carefully and said in a low voice: “They’ve been digging for sixty years… If they really dig through it, things will be terrible.”
Wang Jixuan asked: “What are your thoughts?”
“Of course, it’s to sabotage,” Number Five simply said, “Even if they are discovered by the three of them, I can ask them what they are doing anyway, since I have already broken up with them.”
“Um,” Daoist Wang responded, took two sips of ice-cold beer, and then cautiously said his thoughts.
He said: “I want to ask you to ask that woman, that is, Xiaohua Ting’s previous life, whether she has noticed the small movements in the Spirit Energy Capital.”
Number Five asked strangely: “Why are you asking me? Why don’t you ask? She is obviously more amiable to you.”
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t know?”
“Um.”
Wang Jixuan raised his right hand holding the wine bottle, and his finger tapped his brow:
“We cultivators all have a sensitive intuition, which can be regarded as the rules we have comprehended warning us.
“I didn’t feel anything before, but now that my cultivation has recovered a lot, I will feel uneasy whenever I think of this matter.”
“You suspect it’s a trap?”
“Not sure,” Wang Jixuan shrugged, “Before, I was thinking about relying on the opportunity there to quickly recover my strength, but now my strength recovery speed is already very good. If it’s not necessary, it’s better to stay away from there.”
“Okay, then I’ll say that my spirit slave discovered the problem.”
Number Five snapped her fingers, turned around, and transformed into a black butterfly, fluttering through the car body and into the ground.
“Then you wait for me here for a while… Don’t rummage through my things! I also have privacy!”
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Wang Jixuan couldn't help but smile.
Did he still need to rummage? With a scan of his spiritual sense, what couldn't he see?
Because of the different principles, spirit energy users have no means to prevent spiritual sense detection.
The Daoist looked around with a smile.
Soon, a few question marks appeared on Wang Jixuan's head. He walked to the small safe on the side, used his spiritual sense to probe the lock core, turned it a few times simply, and easily unlocked it.
Why are there some books inside? The words on them can't be seen clearly without a light source, and the covers are fancy.
Um…
《A Wealthy CEO Falls in Love with a 54-Year-Old Cleaner》, 《The Widow's Counterattack》, 《A Different World God King and a White-Collar Worker's Forced虐恋 (nüè liàn - Abuse and love)》…
“Pfft! Cough, cough cough!”
Wang Jixuan spat out a mouthful of beer and quickly stuffed these entertainment books from the Golden Age back in.
The Golden Age of Human Civilization was so inclusive.
…
Number Five came back more than an hour later.
The black butterfly fluttered its wings and landed back in the supply vehicle. With a soft ‘pong’ sound, the thin silk skirt slowly fell, covering her round and slender thighs.
She restored her original appearance, her deep blue long hair was simply coiled up, and the arrangement of the features on her pretty face did not change at all, but her temperament was suddenly different, and a silk suspender skirt added a bit of lazy charm to her.
“Number Five, you…”
“Call me Emina from now on.”
Emina simply responded, and a beautiful arc appeared at the corner of her mouth:
“Don’t worry, I’m not interested in you for the time being.”
“Restoring my original appearance is also to help you adapt sooner. Thanks to the scriptures you taught me and the spirit slaves Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian had me modify, my strength has now recovered to over thirty percent.”
“Although it's unlikely I'd be a match for Nielda, protecting you so you can escape shouldn't be a problem.”
“Alright,” Wang Jixuan nodded, not taking it to heart.
It's just…
This fair-skinned, beautiful, noble, and elegant Starry Night Goddess in front of him, and those books in the safe behind her, somehow, somehow have a bit of a contrast.
“How was the questioning?”
“No real gains.”
Amina gently shook her head, gracefully sat in the car seat, and softly said:
“Gao Huating's past life didn't appear, the message was relayed through Gao Huating.
“She said that after she awakened, she had already noticed the small movements of the Lightwing spiritual practitioners. This clumsy method cannot enter the ruins, it can only do some insignificant damage.
“However, she also said that she is about to collapse, a collapse of self-awareness. No one can withstand the baptism of the long river of time, especially a failure like her.”
Wang Jixuan stroked his chin, carefully analyzing: "The implication is, we can ignore the Lightwing's digging behavior?”
“Not exactly,” Amina softly pondered, “Gao Huating's past life is just a broken soul, she doesn't have any specific combat power anymore… and she's a bit outdated.”
“What do you mean?”
“I actually think that those three old guys might really break through soon.”
Amina simply said:
“Don't forget, there was a crazy woman before who said she found a way to enter the ruins.”
The crazy woman, Spirit Practitioner Number Six, once voluntarily released her core circuit, saying that she had found a way to enter that ancient civilization.
After the Six Spirit Practitioners arrived on Earth, they were all centered around the three Spirit Practitioners of Lightwing.
Old Sophie is their lapdog, Amina is ostracized by the three of them, and if Number Six found a way to enter the ancient civilization, it is very possible that she would cooperate with the three of them.
“What's that crazy woman's name?”
“Many names, changing every day, she seems to have some kind of split personality.”
Amina indifferently said:
“Just call her Number Six, this code name is clearer.”
“Then you still let me call you Amina.”
“Amina is my real name,” she slightly pursed her lips, “Just like how I call you Wang Zheng, in my home planet's language system, it has a beautiful and noble meaning.”
“Okay.”
Wang Jixuan gave a thumbs up, reluctantly perfunctorily complimenting Amina.
He lowered his head, pondering, and couldn't help but start pacing slowly.
He still had to go back to the Arctic Circle, Aunt Dragonfly hadn't helped him get the second spiritual medicine yet.
The three spiritual practitioners are digging holes;
The sole representative of the ancient civilization said that these three guys are not a threat;
Now that he has the Pillar Blade Beast's blessed land, Wang Jixuan feels that whether he goes to that ancient civilization or not is fine. Going is taking a gamble, not going is safer, and there won't be any risks.
Although riches are found in danger;
But with a second option, it's better not to take risks if possible.
Wang Jixuan suddenly thought of something.
In the information previously shared by Aunt Dragonfly, she also said that she suspected that there were Beast God faction spirit energy users, even Garinos, hiding in the Spirit Energy Capital, possibly conspiring with the Lightwing spirit practitioners.
The Blade Beasts' request is to capture a batch of spirit practitioners as prisoners, to facilitate them correcting possible problems in their ethnic group in the future…
“Got it.”
Wang Jixuan stopped pacing, turned around, and looked at Amina, who was also thinking.
He smiled and said: “How about going to the North Pole with me?”
“Okay,” Amina slightly nodded, “But can I ask, what exactly are we going to do?”
“Nothing much, just a simple borrowed knife to kill someone scheme.”
Wang Jixuan curled his lips and chuckled:
“I don't want to show myself now, it wasn't easy to hide in the shadows, showing myself will put me in a passive position.
“So when necessary, I need you to carry out all the operations.”
“Working for you?” Amina blinked, “I don't mind, because I have directly felt your power, but you know, I have been a little weak recently…”
“After it's done, I'll give you three soul-nourishing pill formulas, plus the employment of Red Serpent and Treant Beta for three months.”
“Deal, what do you need me to do?”
“Actually, it's very simple, just make a big commotion,” Daoist Wang smiled, squinting, “We have to let the Blade Beasts know and be convinced that the Lightwing is about to obtain the ancient civilization's ruins, and then kick them away.”
Amina was a little dizzy.