Xiao Linfeng hadn’t been able to summon his system for a long time, leaving him unsettled. He didn’t bother engaging further with Le Xu.
Seeing him enter the base, Le Xu had no choice but to give up his relentless pursuit.
After all, the base had its own rules—fighting was strictly prohibited inside.
Le Xu clenched his fists tightly. One day, he would kill Xiao Linfeng and avenge his sister.
Xie Gantang stood with one hand in his pocket, observing that the protagonist’s halo above Xiao Linfeng’s head had completely vanished.
After obtaining the note, he had also inquired about Gu Xiaowei’s mission. His task now was to stop Le Xu—at the very least, Xiao Linfeng had to die by Le Xiaowei’s own hand.
The road ahead was long and treacherous.
Xie Gantang sighed.
A few days later, Le Xiaowei finally welcomed Yuan Qiaoqiao’s return. The girl was dressed in a pale yellow hoodie and white fleece pants, looking like a soft little dumpling.
But Le Xiaowei could still see the exhaustion in the corners of Yuan Qiaoqiao’s eyes.
“Where have you been?” Le Xiaowei asked.
Yuan Qiaoqiao mustered her energy and pulled out a small white box from her pocket, presenting it to Le Xiaowei.
“Sister, I found the purification source for you. Here it is…”
She lifted the lid, revealing a translucent blue sphere inside.
This thing… was the purification source?
Le Xiaowei picked it up, feeling its soft, squishy texture—like a plastic-wrapped bubble of water.
Ah, more like sky blue.
“Do I just… eat it?” Le Xiaowei turned it over in her hands, unsure where to start.
“Yes,” Yuan Qiaoqiao replied with a smile.
Le Xiaowei brought the water-like orb to her lips, hesitating before pulling it away again.
“Should I wash it first?”
Yuan Qiaoqiao sighed but obliged, rinsing it for her.
Finally, Le Xiaowei took a small bite, sipping the liquid inside before swallowing the rest in one gulp.
It tasted a bit like mineral water, with a faint sweetness.
“Where did you find this?” she asked, only to look down and see Yuan Qiaoqiao already fast asleep on the bed.
Human bodies had their limits—Yuan Qiaoqiao had pushed hers too far.
As soon as Le Xiaowei moved, a sharp pain flared in her abdomen. She carefully laid Yuan Qiaoqiao down and hurried out.
Yuan Qiaoqiao had filled the bathtub earlier with enough water for a week’s worth of baths. Now, Le Xiaowei’s entire body ached as if her ribs had been shattered by multiple assailants.
It felt like knives were scraping her flesh, her blood boiling and surging violently.
The agony lasted half an hour before Le Xiaowei collapsed into the tub, drained. Her skin was smeared with faint green blood. She closed her eyes and turned on the shower—the water was already heated.
Her clothes were ruined beyond cleaning.
After washing up, she pulled fresh clothes from her spatial storage and dressed, then examined herself in the mirror.
Humans and zombies were truly different.
Her skin was warm now, her pulse steady, her blood vibrant with life.
The purification source had purged all the toxins from her body. Though the process had been excruciating, she was human again.
Even her dark red eyes had returned to a normal human hue—clear as lake water, her features softened. The girl in the mirror, dressed in a teal-blue dress, looked gentle and serene.
Time to cook.
She didn’t have many fresh ingredients, but there were plenty of semi-prepared foods. Yuan Qiaoqiao had already stocked the kitchen with oil, salt, and seasonings.
She stir-fried a plate of rice cakes with noodles and brewed a cup of milk tea.
Slurp—
Le Xiaowei hadn’t tasted hot food in so long that tears nearly welled up.
Finally, this day had come.
After eating, she glanced out the window, wondering about her current strength. Yuan Qiaoqiao had fed her countless energy cores—she’d practically turned into a pig lately.
Light, space, and now psychic abilities.
Le Xiaowei stretched her hand, sensing an unprecedented surge of power. After absorbing the purification source, her strength far surpassed what she’d had as a zombie.
Light abilities, after all, had nothing to do with the undead.
A new object materialized in her grasp—a sleek silver staff, about thirty centimeters long, adorned with pearlescent streaks. Its tip resembled a cluster of starry blossoms, with three diamond-shaped ice shards floating within.
Light abilities usually meant healing or purification.
Tch. Not exactly her style.
But at least she wouldn’t have to fear injuries now.
What effect would this have on zombies?
She opened the window and leaped out. The snow-covered zombies below were motionless, their pale green skin and emerald eyes barely visible beneath the frost.
With a flick of her staff, a white gleam arced through the air.
The light touched a zombie’s head—and it vanished instantly.
Damn, that’s overpowered.
She could even feel the zombie’s energy being absorbed by the staff, its darkness converted into pure light.
Other light abilities didn’t work like this, did they?
She studied the staff, sensing its potential.
Just a bit too girly for her taste.
Another wave of her hand, and a dozen more zombies disappeared.
So, to strengthen this staff, she needed to kill more zombies.
Which meant…
A faint smile curled her lips.
“Rise.”
The staff floated from her grip, hovering midair as a beam of white light cascaded around her.
A single strike eradicated a hundred zombies.
After absorbing a thousand, the staff descended back into her hand.
Seems like that’s its limit for now.
She examined it—the silver patterns had turned faint gold.
It could evolve. Light abilities were indeed impressive. As for psychic powers…
Le Xiaowei frowned, concentrating, but sensed nothing.
She could manipulate zombies’ movements and even launch mental attacks—but testing those required a live subject. Too risky. The only downside was the lack of a proper weapon.
If only she could contact Si, she’d know whether this staff could be taken with her.
Purification might seem niche, but healing? That was invaluable. No matter what world she ended up in next, she’d be prepared.
Storing the staff away, she returned to the room and found Yuan Qiaoqiao still asleep.
She must’ve really gone to Antarctica.
Le Xiaowei approached, gently massaging the girl’s temples until she seemed more at ease, then turned on the room’s heater.
Outside, it was minus forty degrees—only she seemed unaffected by the cold, for some reason.
But to her surprise, Yuan Qiaoqiao woke up in the afternoon with a fever.
“Sister…” Yuan Qiaoqiao’s voice was weak, her eyes glazed as she grasped Le Xiaowei’s hand, her own burning hot.
Ah, still the same master who adored her.
Le Xiaowei summoned the staff again. At the sight of it, Yuan Qiaoqiao’s pupils constricted.
“Sister… I can’t use this.”
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e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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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.
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