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

Chapter 272: Rich Woman Weier Aminatuk

If I had known that No. 5’s family was so wealthy;
Why did he even bother looking for Blade Beast to play the "escape plan" game?

After following No. 5 to take a brief tour of the manor near the spire, Taoist Wang felt... particularly moved.

Most of Number Five's wealth was inherited;

The previous generation holder of her core circuit was obviously a powerful figure in the spiritual civilization. Not only was the subspace spacious and magnificent, but all kinds of rare materials were piled up everywhere!

Wang Jixuan was really jealous.

How long has it been since he used these top-quality materials?

However, the Taoist priest quickly regained his composure and did not show any desire, but he looked at No. 5 with a little more tenderness and respect.

The respect that should be given to wealthy women in this world.

Wang Jixuan has made up his mind that if he can help No. 5 recover his strength later, he will help her more;
This was definitely not because of the accumulation of various precious materials in the subspace of No. 5, which was like a sect's treasury;

It was purely because of Number Five’s outstanding sealing ability and the deep revolutionary friendship they had begun to build!
"I am somewhat shameless."

"Here, this is my inheritance spire!"

Deep inside the luxurious but overgrown cliff manor, the fifth spiritual practitioner pointed to the main door on the ground floor of the spire in front of him and said in a clear voice:

"Would you like to visit from below, or come directly to my top floor as a guest?"

Wang Jixuan smiled and said, "Come up from below. I also want to get to know you systematically."

Shen Qionglin nodded immediately.

She couldn't ask for more.

Number Five waved his hands forward twice, and two heavy doors slowly opened. A wide space appeared before them, filled with soft white light.

Like Old Sophie's, this spire has a much larger interior than it appears from the outside.

This involves the use of the Qiankun Formation. In their practice world, if they want to achieve this effect stably, they must have an old senior who is proficient in the Qiankun Formation to arrange it, but for spiritual practitioners, it seems to be the use of some kind of circuit.

Is this also a bit of an advantage of spiritual civilization?
maybe.

Wang Jixuan controlled the war puppet and stepped into it, his eyes sweeping everywhere.

The layout here is like a magnificent palace, with gorgeous curtains everywhere. The dark colors make this place feel a bit dull.

Behind the curtains are mostly bookshelves with piles of books displayed on them. In the corners there are also several sets of strangely shaped armor. One set is covered with barbs, just like a hedgehog suit.

The ceiling above was obviously designed with great care.

A skeleton resembling a giant python was pasted on the ceiling, and it looked like it was roaring with its mouth open. The area facing the head of the skeleton was a relief of the starry sky.

There are two passages on the innermost side of the lobby on the ground floor, and a huge portrait is hung on the wall in the center of the entrance.

The woman in the painting is the original appearance of No. 5, a large version of No. 5, full of charm and majesty.

"How about it?"

Number Five crossed her arms, a forced smile on her lips that showed she was in desperate need of praise.

Wang Jixuan nodded and smiled, "It fits my aesthetic imagination of spiritual practitioners. It's not bad."

Shen Qionglin said: "Can I read these books?"

"It's not the language of your planet," said Five nonchalantly, "I don't want to be your translator. I haven't learned your language yet."

She walked forward with her hands behind her back: "Come with me, there are stairs going up this way."

"An elevator is an elevator. Going up stairs... ugh."

Wang Jixuan's teasing stopped abruptly.

It really is an ascending ladder;

Or is it an escalator that spirals upward and turns slowly?

Wang Jixuan and Shen Qionglin stood on the same step and climbed up by themselves, and the layers of the spire structure came into view before their eyes.

This spire is twenty-three stories high and much larger inside than the old Sophie’s spire.

Wang Jixuan didn't know what the number of floors meant, and his attention was quickly attracted by the "contents" of each floor of the spire.

spirit slave;

A large number of spirit slaves.

Unlike the spirit slaves in the old Sophie's Spire, who are almost all in a mummified state;
In the spire of No. 5, the bodies of these spirit slaves were no different from those of ordinary people. They were sealed in amber, and from the degree of damage to their robes, it could be seen that they had been seriously injured before, and most of them were scars left by the blade beasts' limbs; the skin where the robes were torn was intact.

This should be the special ability of No. 5 or the psychics under No. 5.

Moreover, No. 5 was very particular. These spirit slaves were stored separately by gender, with men on one layer and women on one layer, humans on two layers and alien races on two layers.

Although they are said to be an alien race, in fact most of them are human-shaped. Some are tall, and some have different proportions of facial features... Master Wang speculated that they have the same origin as humans on Earth, and have been constantly "transformed" by the gravity and natural environment of different planets.

This also indirectly shows that spiritual practitioners previously ruled many planets and were indeed the overlords of this star field.

The closer you are to the top of the spire, the fewer the number of sleeping spirit slaves will be;

Wang Jixuan used his spiritual sense to investigate and found that high-level spirit slaves had stronger soul power and more spiritual energy remaining in their bodies.

From the bottom up, the first floor is the palace lobby;

The people sleeping on the second to ninth floors are all B+ level psykers, about nine hundred in total;

The A+ level psykers are sleeping on the tenth to thirteenth floors, with a total number of about three hundred.

On the fourteenth to eighteenth floors, there are S-level psychics sleeping, more than forty in total;

This is the remaining combat power after they broke out of the encirclement of blade beasts.

There were four women sleeping on the nineteenth floor, all of them looked a little old.

The condition of these four people is very bad, and one of them is still on the verge of death. Although he is wrapped in colorful black amber, his body is still unstoppably collapsing.

"They are my high-level spirit slaves, all of whom have SS-level strength, and are also my maids. There were actually nine of them before - according to the Spiritual Cultivation Convention, there can only be nine high-level spirit slaves at most. When we were fighting the blade beasts, they gradually died. The four of them desperately protected me at the time, and I was able to break out of the encirclement."

Number Five felt a little sad.

She whispered, "When I regain my strength, the first thing I will do is to save them."

Wang Jixuan smiled and said, "You are quite loyal."

"Humph," said Number Five unhappily, "I'm not a despicable person like old Sophie. Even if a spirit slave is a spirit slave, I won't use him as firewood to keep myself warm."

The stairs rise slowly.

The twentieth floor of the spire is revealed in full view.

This should be a meeting room, with a round table in the middle and murals on the four curved walls. On one of the murals is a "goddess" with snow-white skin spreading the gospel in the starry sky.

That 'goddess' is obviously number five.

The infusion wall and awakening wall of the No. 5 spiritualist are displayed here. Each wall has four sides and can be used to infuse and awaken psychics.

The 21st and 22nd floors are the rest areas of No. 5, which are decorated magnificently.

The huge princess bed covered with black gauze left a deep impression on Wang Jixuan.

Number Five's only exclusive spirit slave, Xiang Tiantian, was wearing a maid outfit, arranging short skirts and short shirts in the corner.

From last night till now, the entire spire was obviously cleaned by Xiang Tiantian.

Xiang Tiantian is now almost exhausted, her eyes are glazed over.

Wang Jixuan and the other two passed by, and Xiang Tiantian didn't even notice them.

"This guy is so lazy," Five muttered.

Their destination was the top floor, where the layout was a little different. The entire space was very spacious, with a turquoise lake serving as the ground, and a sarcophagus floating in the center of the lake.

A faint light appeared on No. 5's wrist, and a bracelet appeared in the dim light.

She waved her hand gently, and a moon boat descended in the dim light, filled with snacks and drinks.

"Come up, this is all I can do to entertain you."

"Thank you for your hospitality." Wang Jixuan bowed as usual.

Shen Qionglin saw this and followed suit, bowing and clasping his hands.

Number Five seemed quite happy. He jumped onto the moon ship, returned to his own soft bed and lay on his side. He said proudly, "Well, my spire is much better than old Sophie's, isn't it?"

"Well," Wang Jixuan's war puppet found a corner in the cabin and sat cross-legged.

Shen Qionglin was holding a notebook and writing something frantically.

Number Five smiled and then sighed, staring blankly at the low 'sky', muttering softly:
"Wang Zheng, I want to talk to you seriously.

"If you can help me regain my strength, I will never become your enemy.

“I know you are wary of spiritual civilization. Many times, we do not behave like good people, and those three old guys are also a huge threat to you.

"But as long as I can subdue them, I can protect you... The pillar-level blade beasts are about to wake up, and only I can stop them. Their power is extremely terrifying."

Wang Jixuan put away his smile and sat there thinking with his head down.

He asked, "Why do you conclude that I can help you regain your strength?"

"It's very simple," No. 5 shrugged. "If you keep refining pills, you can refine at least a few thousand pills for me in a month. I can recover at least 30% to 40% of my strength after using them."

Wang Jixuan couldn't help but laugh: "The effect of using the same elixir repeatedly will become worse and worse."

"What?"

Number Five was stunned for a moment, turned his head and glared at Wang Jixuan's war puppet, and said angrily:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've been fantasizing about this for a long time!"

The Taoist priest smiled but said nothing.

He asked again: "I should have other ways to help you, but we need mutual trust."

“How can we trust each other?”

"I'll explore your memory."

"That won't work," Number Five shook his head. "This concerns the dignity of a spiritual practitioner, unless... we share memories, and I want to see yours, too."

Wang Jixuan laughed awkwardly: "My biggest reliance now is the technology in my head that you don't have."

"Same, our spiritual practitioners' skills will also be taken away by you. You also have a core circuit now."

Wang Jixuan thought carefully and said slowly: "Let's wait until we know each other well enough, or we can do it in stages. For example, I show you 1% of my memory, and you show me 1%, like this."

“Sure.”

Number Five sat up with great interest. "I can actually segment my memories! Can you do that?"

"You can teach me this skill."

Wang Jixuan smiled and shook his head:
“But before that, let me see if I can help you heal your wounds.

“This is the real thing.”

"Okay!" Number Five stood up. "Wait for me! I'm going to change my clothes!"

Wang Jixuan wondered, "Why do I need to change clothes?"

"How stupid! Won't my current clothes burst when I grow bigger?"

While speaking, No. 5 had already jumped to the next floor.

Shen Qionglin and Wang Jixuan's war puppets looked at each other.

The war puppet had an alloy mask, so its expression could not be seen; but Shen Qionglin's expression was a little weird.

The two communicated using a voice transmitter.

Shen Qionglin said simply:

“Teacher Wang, from my subjective feeling, this spiritual practitioner has no trace of lying, and she also has enough respect for her spiritual slaves.

"From her words and deeds, we can see that she follows the conventions of spiritual civilization in many things, and she also has a desire for power.

“The starting point of this desire should be the desire to prove oneself.

"What is reflected behind this is actually a kind of vague value. She has no clear desire, so she just sets 'getting recognition from people of the same race and kind' as her ideal."

The Taoist priest nodded and replied, "Keep observing. My judgment alone may be biased."

"Okay," Shen Qionglin picked up a bag of snacks.

Available at Fort 76 vending machines.

Shen Qionglin was not polite. He tore open the package and started eating in small bites, staring at the sarcophagus in the distance.

A few minutes later.

"I am coming!"

Number Five jumped up from the lower level, and the barrier-like light film on the lower level disappeared, and she was wearing a black long skirt that almost dragged on the ground.

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "Change quickly."

"You need to hurry up and diagnose it. As I grow older, the injury will make me very uncomfortable."

She jumped back onto the boat and stood in front of Wang Jixuan, closing her eyes with a serious expression, opening her hands and slowly raising them, just like the blessing scenes in the murals.

In the flickering light, No. 5's figure slowly grew taller, his ear-length hair fluttered behind him, and his soft, shiny dark blue hair emerged one by one.

The strange thing is that during this process, there was no obvious change in her upper body. Her curves were graceful and her chest was evil. Her short legs became straighter, rounder and longer, and her neck also became noticeably thinner.

The temperament between his eyebrows has changed, with a bit more divinity and less of the previous eccentricity.

Wang Jixuan also knew that he was not here today to admire No. 5's appearance, so he quickly formed seals with his hands, and a silver needle flew into No. 5's shoulder. A wisp of spiritual consciousness followed the silver needle to explore inside.

Soon, Taoist Wang began to frown.

Number Five looks like a fine person, but the condition inside his body is very bad. The core circuits of the spiritual practitioner are being constantly eroded by a corrosive force, and his internal organs can only be described as a mess. His entire body is like randomly crammed together building blocks that may collapse at any time.

More than ten minutes later;
Number Five's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her snow-white skin became even paler.

Wang Jixuan finally took back the silver needle. No. 5 breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't wait to return to the posture of a yellow-haired loli and sat down on his soft seat.

The moon boat rocked gently.

Number Five asked weakly, "How is it, Doctor Wang?"

"It can be saved," Wang Jixuan said slowly, "Although it is troublesome, I can tell you clearly that I can heal your injuries... but this must be kept secret from your companions."

Number Five nodded immediately, his eyes shining brightly!
“Come on,” Wang Jixuan took the initiative, “Everyone can assign one percent of their memory to each other.”

Number Five blinked and said, "I want to see one percent of your memory from when you first had it, when you were a tiny child!"

Wang Jixuan thought carefully, nodded slowly, and said: "You are more than 17,000 years old, so I want to see your memory of the last 170 years."

"Ah?" Number Five was stunned. "Then you have read all the important information about the battle between us spiritual practitioners and blade beasts?"

"If you want to go back on your word, then let's talk about something else and pretend that this proposal never existed."

"It's not impossible. Anyway, all I want is equal respect."

Number Five gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, rolled up his sleeves and said:
"Come on then!"

"Go out, I need my real body to cast the spell, and you have to teach me how to display my memory in segments."

"Oh, okay... By the way, how many years of memory do you have in total?"

Wang Jixuan couldn't help laughing: "About a hundred years in total."

Number Five: …

Spiritual foul language!

She suffered a great loss!

(End of this chapter)