“The genetic makeup of Master Ren and his wife must be incredibly strong.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. Master Ren, let's focus on the important matters first.”
Qi Xiao smiled.
“Yes, yes, let's focus on the important matters, let's focus on the important matters.”
......
By 11:40, the procession had reached the side of Qi Xiao's train.
Qi Xiao pointed to an open space and said:
“This is the place.”
Seeing the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, Qi Xiao chuckled.
With a dynamic cloaking technique, the train became invisible.
Walking to the train door, Qi Xiao clasped his hands together and mumbled:
“Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, Lord Lao Jun, manifest your power.”
“Heaven is named Qian, Earth is named Kun. The Yin Yang and Five Elements determine the fate of Qian and Kun.”
“Open!”
As Qi Xiao pointed with his right hand, a golden, majestic door slowly opened on the empty lot, amid the gasps of the onlookers.
This was the closest Qi Xiao could come to replicating the design of the Southern Heavenly Gate.
“Alright, you can bring Master Ren into the door now.”
The Head of the Ren Family's mouth gaped wide enough to fit a light bulb:
“Immortal Master has descended! Please accept my humble bow!”
With a thud, the Head of the Ren Family knelt down and kowtowed, and Ren Tingting, along with many other attendants from the Ren household, also knelt down and kowtowed.
What the hell is going on?
Qi Xiao was caught off guard by this spectacle.
Uncle Jiu, however, stood to the side, unflustered.
“Thank you, Immortal Master, for bestowing such a precious site upon my father. The Ren family will worship you for generations to come!”
“Let’s hurry and bring Master Ren inside. The door will close soon.”
The Head of the Ren Family stood up and waved to the laborers:
“Yes, yes, we’ll follow Immortal Master’s instructions! Quickly, bring Master Ren inside!”
Thus, the Head of the Ren Family even took part himself, working together with the laborers to push the coffin into the 'Southern Heavenly Gate'.
After the coffin entered, Qi Xiao, holding a military shovel, went in as well.
Smiling at everyone, Qi Xiao said:
“Everyone, until we meet again!”
“Wait!”
Suddenly, the usually silent Uncle Jiu spoke up. He walked directly in front of Qi Xiao.
Uncle Jiu lowered his voice:
“I don’t know what tricks you’re using, but you may have fooled them, yet you can’t fool me.”
“This Master Ren has turned into a great menace, extremely dangerous. I have a talisman here. Attach it to his head; it can temporarily suppress him.”
Uncle Jiu tossed a yellow talisman to Qi Xiao:
“Remember, you must quickly cremate him; otherwise, it will bring endless trouble!”
Qi Xiao took the talisman and respectfully bowed to Uncle Jiu.
The door closed, and Qi Xiao along with the coffin disappeared from sight.
Leaving behind a group of shocked onlookers.
The Head of the Ren Family kept mumbling: Immortal, immortal, the immortal has taken my father away!
As if recalling something, the Head of the Ren Family suddenly shouted:
“Immortal Master, what about my daughter Tingting? Immortal Master! Take her with you too!”
Captain's Cousin: ????
Uncle Jiu's disciples: ????
Ren Tingting: ????
Finally, Uncle Jiu glanced back once and then left.
At noon, the train started moving.
I almost had a heart attack, thinking Uncle Jiu was going to attack me.
Master Ren’s coffin was two meters and forty centimeters long, placed horizontally at the entrance of the carriage, nearly touching both sides of the train.
Qi Xiao pried open the coffin nails and, using all his strength, pushed the coffin lid open.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, that thick nail infection.
He placed the talisman given by Uncle Jiu on Master Ren’s head, took out the treasure chest, and quickly closed the coffin lid to prevent any viruses or molds from escaping.
Opening the treasure chest, he found three railway coins inside.
The healing potion was a small vial of green liquid, only five milliliters.
So little, how severe an injury can it heal?
The treasure chest has been opened; what should I do with this Master Ren now?
Uncle Jiu told me to cremate him, but what if I don’t burn him to death and instead choke myself to death?
I wonder if I can throw him into the feeding area. This massive coffin, there’s at least over a hundred kilograms of wood in it.
Qi Xiao clicked on the train upgrade option, planned a feeding area, and used Master Ren along with his coffin as materials for upgrading the train.
【Feeding failed - the failure is due to the inclusion of a large amount of kitchen waste in the feed materials】
What the heck, even covered, you can still detect it?
What kitchen waste?
I was planning to exploit a loophole and use the mechanism to resolve Master Ren, but it failed.
If he comes out alive at night, I’ll be doomed.
Gotta figure something out.
Qi Xiao opened the trading platform, searching for items like peach wood swords, talismans, glutinous rice, and black dog blood to deal with zombies.
Peaches? Glutinous rice? Black dog skins?
Dang, nothing useful at all.
Would it work to try cutting his head off with a saw?
Qi Xiao looked at the dilapidated saw that can barely cut branches and sighed, shaking his head in defeat.
If only I could open the door during the train ride, I’d throw it out.
Bringing someone on is easier said than done.
Just as Qi Xiao was thinking of a solution, a notification popped up on the screen.
One transaction was successful.
It was Xi Jian, who exchanged railway coins for a bottle of mineral water.
After receiving the railway coins, Qi Xiao looked at the empty trading slot and thought of something.
......
Three minutes later, Qi Xiao’s trading slot had a new listing: a trade of one hundred kilograms of wood and aged cured meat for ten thousand railway coins!
Looking at the coffin in the trading slot, Qi Xiao laughed out loud:
Hahaha, I still found a bug!
Items placed in the trading slot can be retrieved at any time, so Qi Xiao set the price at ten thousand railway coins, ensuring no one can trade for it.
The problem was successfully resolved.
Maybe in the future, I can acquire some item that can control the zombie; for now, I’ll leave it here.
Although it wastes a trading slot.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
