In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 245 Threat from SS

What exactly is love?
Wang Jixuan couldn't help but think about this question.

It could be the sense of security when two people are together, or the slight ripples in the heart when their eyes meet inadvertently; it could be each other's fascination with this feeling, or it could just be desire driven by hormones.

There was no doubt that he liked this feeling.

The two embraced for the first time for a long time on the slowly rising Ferris wheel;

Riding on a merry-go-round, one after another, in a meaningless pursuit that can never be caught up;
There was also the grass slope that they discovered by chance. Lingtong was lying on her side with her head resting on his legs. He naturally covered her shoulders with his left hand. He looked at the white clouds in the sky that looked like cotton balls. He didn't have to think about anything or worry about anything. Suddenly, he felt that what he had been pursuing was nothing more than this.

Wang Jixuan carefully experienced this wonderful state of mind.

Lingtong's graceful figure and pretty face lingered in his eyes.

There are lustful thoughts, but they are serious desires;

There was nostalgia, that was the female cultivator in the mountains that he kept thinking of, and also the increasingly lovely and charming woman in front of him.

The next night, on the transport plane returning to Fortress No. 76, he had some thoughts and insights, and he meditated for a long time in his seat.

Until the transport plane landed smoothly on the surface military camp of Fort No. 76, Wang Jixuan never turned back, with a faint smile on his lips.

Mudan didn't dare to go forward to disturb them, and signaled the crew to quietly leave the transport plane.

She could tell at a glance that her boss had entered some strange state that could not be disturbed.

There was no other reason. There were streams of spiritual energy surrounding Wang Jixuan. Within a large area, the streams of spiritual energy gathered into streams and rivers, pouring towards this place like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

Mudan tilted her head slightly, took a photo with her eye camera, and sent it to Sister Wan.

[Big Peony: It seems the commander has made some progress.]

[Sister Wan: Hmm, Lingtong seems to have been activated, and is now full of energy. He had already started to complain before, saying that he was always doing these superficial and flashy jobs and couldn't go to the battlefield... There is a problem.]

【Big Peony: You say.】

[Sister Wan: Is your boss not feeling well? I have a recipe for you. You can make more soup for him to nourish him.]

【Big Peony: (⊙_⊙)?】

[Sister Wan: As long as he extends his hand, my boss will be pushed down by him. For a whole thirty hours, he just traveled around and cuddled! Oh my God! Could he be the kind of extreme traditional conservative who must get married before having sex? ]

[Big Peony: What's wrong with being conservative? ]

[Sister Wan: It’s not good! There are too many variables! My boss just wants to experience the feeling of love! She wants to devote everything to the cause of humanity. ]

[Big Peony: But the current situation shows that Commander Lingtong’s greatest contribution is actually to make our commander more concerned about the D5 integrated war zone and the human world.]

[Sister Wan: Tsk, you are a little too exaggerating the initiative of individuals.]

[Da Mudan: No, no, no, Sister Wan, you can ask your husband.]

[Sister Wan: He is a top-notch 'black-talker'. Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore. Sir, I am a bit idle now since I am not going to fight. You can always call me if you encounter any coding problems.]

【Big Peony: Thank you. 】

Sister Wan sent a photo of Lingtong. She was adjusting the details of her military uniform in front of the mirror. After changing into a suit, she looked more elegant and gentle.

Mudan treasured this photo and prepared to show it inadvertently when her boss was in a bad mood.

She walked to the cabin door, turned her head to look at Wang Jixuan's faintly glowing figure in the seat, lowered her head and knelt down, spread out the hem of her maid outfit, and waited quietly for Wang Jixuan to wake up.

'What's going on with Mudan's inexplicable emotions?'

Peony asked herself the question while pretending not to know.

……

There are three thousand ways, all of which can lead to immortality.

When Wang Jixuan opened his eyes, the sun was shining brightly outside the porthole, and his own realm of Taoism had faintly taken a step forward.

This is not the current state of the Tao;

Daoist Master Wang has two realms of Dao. The first is the realm corresponding to his current cultivation level, and the second is the realm of Mahayana Dao where his Mahayana residual soul is.
Finally, at this moment, Wang Jixuan finally understood what was missing in his realm of Tao.

In his previous life, he actively avoided the calamity of love, so he did not experience the calamity of love;

Although emotional calamity is not necessary for practicing Taoism;

But for him, this ordeal is something he must go through, otherwise his emotions will not be able to find a suitable fulcrum and he will be easily taken advantage of by his inner demons during the heavenly calamity.

He should be, just missing this one line.

Now the Tao can be achieved. All you need to do is to cross the mortal world with a Taoist heart, enjoy desires without indulging them, and you should be able to overcome the calamity of love and pass the test of heaven.

Wang Jixuan was quite excited and felt that Ling Tong was his lucky star.

Unfortunately, his good mood did not last long before it was broken by a set of photos sent by Mudan.

“Sir, this is an incident that happened seven hours ago.

"It was four o'clock in the morning, just 76 kilometers away from Fort , an agricultural fortress was attacked by a powerful psychic, and the surface military camp and the expansion area were completely destroyed.

"I have extracted the content of the relevant video, please take a look."

Wang Jixuan frowned and looked at the wall of photos in front of him.

The perpetrator was a grey shadow, falling from the sky into the military camp with a trail of afterimages. It could be roughly distinguished that he was a skinny old man.

The old man's way of attack was to create a cyclone around him, which turned into a gray tornado. Then the gray tornado began to split into two, four, eight, sixteen... covering the entire area.

All the firepower attacking the old man was easily blocked by the tornado.

The psychics stationed in this fortress, like ordinary soldiers, will collapse directly if they are touched by the gray tornado.

The last photo shows three lines of words made up of thousands of corpses, which can only be fully captured from an aerial view.

This old man who can control tornadoes seems to have some bad tastes.

It says:

[A little punishment for Fu Jian].

[Since Lord No. 5 wants the Black Storm, we can only give it up temporarily].

[You know nothing about power].

Wang Jixuan rubbed his eyebrows.

Mudan whispered, "The destructive power of SS-level psychics is terrifying. It seems to be a qualitative change compared to S-level psychics."

"It's just average, much better than awakening S-level."

Wang Jixuan shook his head:

"In the future, as long as we make the spiritual practitioners feel the crisis, maybe an SSS-level psychic will be born."

Mudan asked: "Then why do these SS-class psychics have to listen to the Six Elders? They are obviously at the same level. Brain chips cannot be installed on most S-class psychics. It is just a superficial effort made by the Psychic City to deal with us."

Wang Jixuan said, "It's very simple. The masters behind the spirit slaves are the three spiritual practitioners. The six elders are equivalent to the spiritual practitioners' housekeepers. Even if the other thugs who guard the house are stronger than the six elders, they cannot yell at the housekeeper."

"Well," Mudan reminded, "it's also possible that this SS-class is pretending to leave, letting us down, and then taking advantage of the opportunity to attack us."

"It's okay, the mountain protection formation can be kept open."

Wang Jixuan looked again at the dozens of tornadoes raging between heaven and earth.

"Give me the personal information immediately if you have it, and sort out the information of the six elders as soon as possible."

"Yes, I have collected almost all of them."

Wang Jixuan’s spiritual consciousness swept everywhere, covering the vicinity of the fortress. He stood up, stretched, and walked towards the gangway that had been waiting for him for a long time.

Below the gangway, two rows of special forces soldiers saluted at the same time.

Wang Jixuan nodded calmly and walked towards Wu Man and Zheng Shiduo who were waiting in front, constantly thinking about how to kill such a powerful enemy.

The maids followed quickly behind, carrying long boxes containing war puppets.

"Sir," Wu Man asked, "Do I need to follow the order given by the commander-in-chief?"

Wang Jixuan patted Wu Man on the shoulder and said, "Of course you have to do it. Thank you for your hard work in the future. However, they have to collect and provide the materials. Try not to touch the materials here. I have other uses for them."

"Okay sir," Wu Man smiled happily, "This is not hard at all, but very fulfilling."

Zheng Shiduo was visibly relieved.

He was really afraid that Wu Man would disobey the military order. The Taoist priest led the two of them forward, and the elevator in front of them had already opened automatically.

"How is the condition of spiritual practitioner number five?"

"Not bad," Zheng Shiduo couldn't help but smile.

It was a bitter smile.

Old Zheng sighed, "This spiritual practitioner has been clamoring to see you, and her exclusive spiritual slave has been wanting to write a letter home. In order to deal with the two of them, I have used all kinds of excuses, except for saying that Brother Wang, you should go exercise your sphincter."

"Huh? I don't think you understand?"

Wang Jixuan kicked him.

Zheng Shiduo jumped away with a giggle and winked at Wang Jixuan.

"You won't be included in the next upgrade."

"Stop it! Brother! I was wrong. I just have a bad mouth. Please don't take it personally."

Zheng Shiduo suddenly panicked and begged for mercy around Wang Jixuan.

The group went straight back to Uncle Tai's studio, and Wang Jixuan briefly arranged the next work plan.

The vacation is over and we are preparing for a counterattack.

Now that an SS-level psychic has appeared, Wang Jixuan does not dare to act rashly. The first thing he has to do is to use the war puppet's magic power to make pills, build formations, and refine weapons.

After improving his aptitude, his main body also wants to enter the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible.

After the main body enters the Nascent Soul stage, the strength of the war puppet will also be improved. Relying on its own fighting skills, it can try to fight against SS-level psychics.

The psychic's counter-attack and subsequent indiscriminate massacre reminded Wang Jixuan.

If the psychics in the Psionic City launch a full-scale attack on D5, all the fortresses in D5 will be hit.

There are too many targets to protect and they are too scattered;

The enemy has no bottom line.

He must come up with a way to reduce his worries, otherwise the losses will be too great.

The mountain protection formation cannot be promoted as it consumes too many materials and requires high-level psychics to be on duty to guard and control it.

However, the handwriting left by the SS-level old man also reminded Wang Jixuan.

Mr. Five.

The psychic suddenly retreated, could it be related to Number Five?

All signs indicate that the psychic group led by Angel, the deputy leader of the Destruction Group, has left the territory of D5.

After much thought, Wang Jixuan has decided to talk to No. 5.

However, he had left No. 5 alone for so long, so he couldn't just go to him now.

Whoever takes the initiative first will become passive.

Moreover, No. 5 himself has very poor patience.

Taoist Wang used a little trick and had Zheng Shiduo repeat several times in front of the No. 5 stone slab that Wang Jixuan was going to start refining the elixir by drawing the essence of heaven and earth, condensing the hair of tree people, and making a mysterious elixir.

However, half a day later, when Wang Jixuan was about to start refining the elixir, the spiritual slave of spiritual practitioner No. 5 came to visit again.

"Mr. Wang Zheng."

The young girl whispered timidly:

"Can't you really come and see our adults? I know you are very busy but my adults have always wanted to see you and talk to you.

“Earlier, she also helped teach a lesson to those spirit slaves who attacked here without permission.

"If you have time... I mean, if you have some free time, like when you're eating, you can make some rice balls and eat them while walking... you can go there too."

"Well," Wang Jixuan didn't want to embarrass the child, "How about this, if you adults agree, let Zheng Shiduo carry her slate over."

The young girl blinked. “Is that okay?”

"of course can."

Wang Jixuan smiled and pointed at the war puppet Xing Dian standing in the corner, and said seriously:
"I've been busy with it lately. Your parents will know the answer when they come over to take a look later."

"Okay, I'll go back and ask right away! Thank you!"

The girl bowed and was about to turn around, but before she could take a step, a black light came out from her sleeve.

Pong!
A white slate wall suddenly appeared in front of the girl and she almost bumped into it.

A three-inch glimmer of light appeared on the slate wall.

"Don't bother, I'm coming."

A familiar clear voice sounded, full of resentment:

"I know you are very busy, so as a humble spiritual practitioner, I can only come and see it in person.

"What are you going to do? What does alchemy mean?"

Wang Jixuan wanted to show off his skills, and said with a smile: "The way here is wonderful, don't you want to take a look first?"

"Just take a look," Number Five snorted, "I'm still only interested in the psychic energy flow path in your body. The rest is not a big deal."

Wang Jixuan: "Mudan! Kill a duck this afternoon and make some duck soup! Remember to save the duck's mouth!"

"Okay sir!"

Number Five didn't react for a moment.

She actually didn't know the slang on this planet.

Taoist Wang went to a corner to meditate, and his mind was transferred to the war puppet.

The war puppet has already put on an alloy mask to cover up Xing Dian's old face. ——At this stage, he still needs to use Xing Dian's image to deceive people, so he can only undergo plastic surgery later.

Spiritual practitioner number five exclaimed, "Eh? Has this puppet been transformed? Has it become your shape?"

Zheng Shiduo, who was hearing this, looked up at the sky and tried his best not to laugh.

"Yes," Zhan Kui responded in a deep voice, "Thank you for your help last time."

"It's a small matter. You owe me a favor anyway."

The magic power circulated in the war puppet's body. He raised his hand and waved it gently, sending the tree man Beta, who was already tired and asleep, to lie on the bed beside him. A wisp of magic power was injected into Beta's body, which was also a bit of benefit to him.

Witnessed by everyone in the studio, Wang Jixuan started to refine the elixir.

He wanted to refine some pills to improve his qualifications, but the medicinal materials needed for this kind of pills were relatively rare, and Beta also needed to consume a lot of spiritual energy to make them, so he had to be cautious.

First, refine a furnace of ordinary Heyuan Dan to get used to the feel of alchemy of the war puppet.

Open the furnace, light the fire, pour in the materials, and solidify the pill;

It was extremely easy for Wang Jixuan to refine the Heyuan Pill to increase the lifespan of mortals with magic power equivalent to that of the Golden Core Realm.

There was no furnace explosion during this alchemy process.

Wang Jixuan controlled the war puppet and waved his hand. The alchemy furnace opened, and more than a dozen pills flashing with green light flew out of it.

Each of these pills is plump and exudes a mysterious aura.

Wu Man, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward and put the pills in a glass beaker. He would send someone to deliver it to Fu Jian later.

At this time.

"Well," the voice of the fifth spiritual practitioner sounded, "can you give me one to try?"

Wang Jixuan's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "This is to be eaten with the mouth, does your stone slab have a mouth?"

"I'll come out. I'm not that old loser No. 4 who doesn't even dare to leave his own spire."

Slate No. 5 vibrated slightly, and wisps of gray-black smoke spread out. A pitch-black butterfly flew out of the slate, and with a slight bang, it turned into a...

A short-haired loli who is less than 1.4 meters tall.

(End of this chapter)