Lin Qianqian said, "Do you need my help?"
Lu Zhe shook his head: "No need, your body is too weak, resting more is the biggest help!"
Tang Xiaoguo said, "What about me?"
Lu Zhe nodded: "Xiaoguo and the monitor will have to work hard to help me lay down leaves!"
Ning Shu said, "Where do we start?"
"Here is good!"
Lu Zhe walked to a tree and took a look: "The sunlight is blocked by the trees, but sitting directly on the sand is definitely uncomfortable. Let's pluck some broad leaves and lay them on the ground first! Then go to the beach and use bottles to hold seawater!"
Tang Xiaoguo frowned, "What's the use of holding seawater? It's not drinkable anyway."
"Who said it was for drinking?"
Lu Zhe seriously explained, "Holding seawater has three main uses! First, seawater has a larger heat capacity than air temperature, so water bottles placed on the body can directly cool down! Second, seawater sprinkled around the campsite will absorb some heat when it evaporates, which also cools down! Third, two bottles can be placed against each other to make a still. The sun is fierce now, and we may be able to get some fresh water at night!"
The thinking was clear and the goals were clear.
Tang Xiaoguo nodded seemingly comprehendingly.
Ning Shu praised, "It looks like I didn't choose the wrong person to take charge!"
No sooner said than done!
The three cleared out a space and started to break off broad leaves. Lu Zhe was responsible for breaking them off while Ning Shu and Tang Xiaoguo were responsible for neatly laying them on the ground!
Since there were broad leaves from various trees everywhere, this task was very easy. In less than twenty minutes, the three had laid a 4 square meter leaf mat under the shade of the trees.
Sitting on the cool leaves, Lin Qianqian gently wiped Jiang Yao's face, "It's much cooler now. Yao Yao should be able to feel it!"
"It's not over yet!"
Then the three went to the beach to fetch water, first sprinkling it around the campsite!
The dirtier bottles were filled with water and placed at their feet and sides purely for cooling purposes!
The cleaner bottles, smaller ones, were filled halfway with seawater and half buried in the hot sand, while bigger bottle mouths were broken into a U-shape and slanted to fit over the tops of the small bottles, propped up with sticks!
The heat of the beach itself combined with the blazing sun caused the water to evaporate. The water vapor then condensed into droplets that gathered in low-lying places!
This was drinkable freshwater!
Unfortunately, there were only three bottles that could fit over the tops. Lu Zhe didn't have the tools to cut bottles either, otherwise he could have made ten or eight stills.
But at the very least, it looked like the beginnings of survival now, so they wouldn't be so ragged.
Meanwhile, the resourceful Lin Qianqian had woven three leaf headbands!
Although very simple, the colors weren't very nice, but they were useful for shielding heads from the scorching sun!
Still pretty useful!
After getting all this done, the temperature in the camp had dropped significantly!
Sitting under the green shade on the grass mats, the girls actually felt a sense of comfort and happiness.
If the rescue team could arrive within 24 hours, they might be able to hold out.
But what if no one came?
Lu Zhe understood that they had to prepare for the worst case scenario! If by some chance the rescue team didn't come, they needed to find more important survival supplies in order to live!
Fresh water was always paramount.
Lu Zhe decided to take a risky search around the woods—only if they could find a constant water source and food could they truly get rid of the threat of death!

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!