This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 250: Wasteland, the Underground City has its own national conditions

The gate of Yama opened, and Xiang Yuan took a step forward. The devastated world made him fall into silence.

The sky was dark, covered by thick gray clouds. The sunlight penetrated the clouds, refracting a dim red light. These lights were like real dust. Every time I breathed, it felt as if countless tiny blades were cutting my lungs.

The air is poisonous and it irritates my throat!

The earth was dry and cracked, with huge spider-web cracks all over the surface, like ugly scars, forming an abyss, dividing the city and collapsing high-rise buildings.

The ruined streets were filled with rubble and ashes. Strong winds blew up the dust to form gray-red whirlwinds, revealing the dead bones buried under the sand.

The rivers dried up, the riverbeds were exposed, and the turbid, stagnant water was like rust, emitting a foul stench of corruption.

Looking around, there is not a single green spot to be seen. It is like a wasteland world after a nuclear explosion, dead silent and full of despair.

Xiang Yuan flew up into the air, and failed before falling down one meter off the ground. He let out a light exclamation, realizing that the laws of this world were extremely oppressive, and that it was shrouded in a mist that prevented him from seeing the true face.

The laws of nature in this world are not very friendly to practitioners. Not only can those in the innate stage not borrow the power of nature, but even the protective qi of the foundation-building stage cannot be used.

It stands to reason that where there is cuts there must be compensation, but this world goes its own way, cutting all the time, cutting to the point of death, without any compensation at all.

It seems that in the world of the living, there is a setting that supports the use of magic weapons in the innate stage. No one is allowed to fly and everyone has to keep their feet on the ground.

Xiang Yuan had a strange look on his face. "The new version of the ship has been so ruthless. All limbs below the neck have been amputated. The Xiantian stage can only rely on physical strength to fight. Wouldn't the Huashen stage be even more miserable... It's bad. We should have brought them in."

If you can't fly, then you can't fly. Xiang Yuan tapped the ground with his toes, jumped high into the sky, stepped onto the ruins of a high-rise building, with white light rushing in his eyes, looking for any creature that could speak human language nearby.

A few fussy-looking mutant birds flew across the sky. They looked like bald crows whose wings had evolved into flesh membranes, or perhaps bats with bird feathers. They flew in groups of three or five, making shrill screams.

In the ruins of the city, mutated cats and dogs with twisted limbs are searching nearby for prey such as mutated rats.

Xiang Yuan had excellent eyesight. He saw some survivors behind the ruins of a building. They crawled out of the sewer. There were men and women, with tattered clothes, haggard faces and cloudy eyes.

These survivors search for food and water in the barren land, and avoid the mutated monsters that may emerge from the shadows at any time.

As a new arrival, Xiang Yuan didn't know what was happening in this world and temporarily named it Wasteland.

He originally thought it was a task to kill time and he could just complete it easily, but the atmosphere turned out to be so bad that his good mood took a sharp turn for the worse and became a little heavy.

"It's so strange. I feel like I have a heavy responsibility to save the world. When did I realize this?"

Xiang Yuan touched his conscience and subconsciously complained.

It is impossible to save the world. There has never been any savior, and we don't rely on gods or emperors. But the Great Emperor Zhenwu does exist. Opening up the channel for ascension may bring a glimmer of hope to the world.

Otherwise this is too hopeless!

Xiang Yuan shook his head repeatedly. He liked happy endings and rejected this terrible wasteland world from the bottom of his heart.

But first, you have to find the relic and complete the mission before you can leave the wasteland and borrow the belt from Master Jingyun.

Looking at the ruins of broken walls and ruins, Xiang Yuan fell silent again. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Where should he find the relic? He couldn't just keep digging and digging up the entire city, right?

This is too crazy, it's simply civil engineering!
After thinking about it, I decided to contact the survivors ahead to get some intelligence so that I can complete the mission.

Xiang Yuan's body shook, and he became thin and haggard. He picked up a tattered blanket and wrapped it around himself, then staggered towards the survivors.

Two steps later, a low roar came from the shadow corner beside him, and a mutant fierce dog walked out with drooling eyes, the whites of its eyes were black, and its pupils were red and ferocious.

Mutated fierce dog: (◣皿◢)
Xiang Yuan: (`)
After confirming with the eyes that it was a monster that could not be provoked, the mutant fierce dog's eyes lost their ferocity and it ran away with its tail between its legs.

slip away.

I walked a few steps forward to catch up with the group of survivors and tried to strike up a conversation, but no one paid any attention to me.

This group of survivors were like the walking dead, living empty shells. Each of them was numb and indifferent to the new faces that suddenly appeared. No one cared where Xiang Yuan came from.

That's not the case. Two slightly stronger male survivors focused their attention on Xiang Yuan, tightened the iron rods in their hands, and staggered towards him.

Xiang Yuan had a keen sense and noticed the murderous looks from the two survivors. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

A red light flashed in his eyes, and his outstanding personal charm was revealed. He followed the two survivors to the next door and started a friendly conversation.

The information is limited, the underground city, East District 8, that’s it.

boom!
Gunshots rang out and quickly spread in the silent air. The team of survivors hurriedly gathered together and ran towards the nearest sewer entrance.

Xiang Yuan followed the crowd and scanned the area, and found that there were more than a dozen big men with miscellaneous equipment surrounding them. Each of them was wearing goggles and masks, with long guns and short cannons, and looked like a bandit.

Although his clothes were tattered, his voice was loud and his spirit was much better than that of the survivors.

If the information is correct, they are the golden supporting characters in wasteland novels - plunderers!
By the way, where are your colorful motorcycles, your classic wasteland-style sleeveless studded vest, and your Shamatte hairstyle?
Also, when it comes to getting a Shamatte hairstyle, which Tony do you usually go to?

Xiang Yuan was worried about not having any information sources, so he picked up an iron rod on the ground and rushed forward, then...

There is nothing for him to do.

The roaring sound of motorcycles came from far away, and more than ten dust waves rushed in from the end of the ruined street. The people on the motorcycles were wearing uniform black uniforms with red badges embroidered on their chests and modified rifles hanging on their backs.

Seeing this, the Marauders turned around like the wind, and the motorcycle team roared in pursuit. There was a brief exchange of fire between the two sides, which ended with the Marauders being completely wiped out.

Xiang Yuan raised his eyebrows and found that all the members of the motorcycle team were very skilled. They completed Thomas turns on the motorcycles with ease. Judging from the aura they exuded, their strengths varied. Some were in the stage of enlightenment, some were in the stage of building a foundation, and the leader was at the innate stage.

It's outrageous. In this barren world where the vitality of heaven and earth is so bleak, there are actually people who can cultivate to the innate stage.

How embarrassing for the Dragon Subduing Realm!
Xiang Yuan developed some interest in the wasteland world. If he was not mistaken, these motorcyclists all had mechanical prosthetic limbs.

According to the laws of heaven and earth in the Qianyuan Realm, a missing limb means insufficient Qi points, and the Great Circulation cannot be completed. Not only is there no hope of attaining innate enlightenment, but even building a foundation is extremely difficult.

The wasteland has its own set of practice concepts!

After dealing with the looters, the motorcycle team looted the place and collected all the available supplies before heading towards the survivors.

The leader had a black eye patch on his left eye, a mechanical prosthesis on his left arm, a red pupil on his right eye, and traces of poisoning and burns all over his cheeks, neck, and head. Not a single piece of exposed skin was intact.

Because the black uniform was straight and it was impossible to tell the gender based on appearance, Xiang Yuan estimated that the other person was about 1.8 meters tall and guessed that he was a male.

"Boy, you performed well. You are the only one among all people who dares to resist. How about joining us and becoming a member of the dungeon pioneers?" The leader made an invitation, his voice hoarse and unclear, and it was obvious that his vocal cords were also severely damaged in the fire.

As he spoke, the leader glanced at the group of survivors. Everyone was numb, except Xiang Yuan, who had light in his eyes and the courage to fight against fate. He was a good material worth cultivating.

It doesn't matter if you have different strengths, everyone was a grandson before becoming a grandfather.

After taking a tube of genetic modification liquid, as long as you are not too unlucky, you can at least reach the energy gathering level. If you are a little braver, you can directly reach the barrier breaking level, and you can also dream of reaching the Qiyuan level.

“I’d like to join the pioneers!”

Xiang Yuan was immersed in the role on the spot with tears in his eyes. His dream since childhood was to join the Trail Blazers and he had been waiting for the call from the organization. Today, his dream finally came true.

On the other side, the pioneer motorcyclists took out canned food from their bags and distributed it to the survivors who were searching for food.

Food was limited, and each person was only given a fist-sized can of food, which contained a thick, gel-like protein mixture. The main ingredients were insects and algae, with a small amount of minerals and vitamins to meet the basic nutritional needs of the human body.

In a wasteland world with scarce resources, these cans are hard currency, at least in the outskirts of the dungeon.

During the distribution of canned food, a pioneer accidentally dropped a blood-red crystal from his bag. The survivors around him suddenly began to breathe rapidly. If the pioneers were not so powerful, they would have rushed forward to snatch it.

Xiang Yuan saw this scene and was eager to find a living source of intelligence. He tilted his head to look at the leader with a ferocious face and felt that he was a suitable person.

The group walked into the empty sewer, going deeper and deeper into the tunnel. A pioneer opened the elevator, inserted a red crystal into the groove, started the machine, and made it rumble down.

"The elevator is a special passage for our pioneers. You are lucky, otherwise you would have to walk a long way..."

Next to Xiang Yuan, the dark-faced man is a chatterbox. He has two mechanical prosthetic arms, one on the left and one on the right. Seeing that Xiang Yuan is honest and doesn't talk much, he is a good listener. He talks non-stop and popularizes the world view like an NPC.

"My name is Zhou Zhong, a member of the Pioneer Team, Barrier Breaker Level. What's your name, and which district are you from?"

The foundation-building stage is called the barrier-breaking stage here.

"My name is Li Xianyuan, and I'm from East District 8, probably East District 8. Some time ago, I just received my rations and I was hit by a club. When I woke up, a lot of my memories were gone." Xiang Yuan spread his hands. Maybe he woke up too late and his memories had been picked up by others.

Hearing about his unfortunate experience, Zhou Zhong laughed out loud: "The underground city has its own national conditions. It is common to be beaten up. In the future, you can join us pioneers and be injected with genetic modification fluid."

"Will you not be beaten?"

"We can fight back."

"Uh, what is genetic modification fluid?"

"You forgot this too?"

"Well, they're all lost."

"Well, I'll explain it to you..."

Three hundred years ago, the human world was thriving. The earth could not satisfy the growing ambitions of the terrifying upright apes, so humans set their sights on the starry universe, ready to tap for more resources.

Who would have thought that the earth always has surprises? Archaeologists dug up an ancient tomb underground. There was a loud bang and blood shot up into the sky. Thick dark clouds covered the sky and the sun. There was bloody rain all over the world for nine days and nine nights.

The blood rain was highly toxic and radioactive, instantly killing 90 percent of life on the planet. The remaining lives that survived either mutated or hid in the underground world.

Every once in a while, blood rain would arrive as expected, polluting water sources and land, corroding the steel jungle, and making the surface no longer suitable for survival.

No matter how harsh the environment is, life will always find a way out. The surviving humans have opened up new territories underground, multiplied, and built habitats in the wasteland - dungeons.

The city is divided into five major areas: east, south, west, north and center. Each major area is divided into different residential areas. There is nothing much to say about the east, south, west and north areas, which are also called civilian areas. Everyone there is like a beast of burden, barely surviving.

The central area is the aristocratic area, the paradise of the dungeon, the most orderly and prosperous, with clean streets, sufficient lighting, and complete public facilities.

A wall separates heaven and hell, one side is filled with misery and the other side is filled with wealth and prosperity.

Xiang Yuan nodded as he listened. This was a very reasonable class configuration. Human beings were always like this. Maybe everyone was equal at the beginning, but after three hundred years, there would definitely be upper and lower levels.

Next, Zhou Zhong talked about red crystals, the real hard currency in the dungeon.

The red crystal appeared after the Blood Rain Incident. It contains extremely mysterious energy. After long experiments, humans have mastered several methods of using crystals.

It can be directly used as an energy source and converted into electricity to replace the increasingly scarce oil and coal. For example, the battery of the robotic arms in Zhou Zhong's hands is made of red crystal as the main material.

After multiple purifications and transformations, red crystals can be used to create genetic modification fluid to tap into the user's potential. The result of the enhancement depends on the user's physique, or potential.

The pioneers went out precisely to collect red crystals.

Generally speaking, after the injection of genetic modification fluid, the enhancers are divided into four different levels: Qi Gathering Level, Energy Gathering Level, Barrier Breaking Level, and Qi Yuan Level.

One reinforcement will finalize the level directly, and there is no possibility of secondary reinforcement.

Such a simple and crude means of strengthening will definitely have side effects. Looking at the pioneers who all have missing limbs, you can imagine how severe the side effects are.

But then again, if you try your best, the bicycle can be transformed into a motorcycle. In this wasteland world where people are about to eat each other, strength is the first choice.

Bang!
The elevator reached the bottom and arrived at the East District. The musty smell that hit Xiang Yuan in the face made him frown. He subconsciously thought of stinky socks, which were not only patinaed, but could also stand up if thrown away.

Looking around, the underground space dozens of meters high is supported and divided by rough concrete walls and is filled with simple shacks.

The road was narrow and winding, as intricate as a spider web. Dim lights flickered overhead, occasionally jumping. Water seeped from the water pipes above, forming puddles of muddy water on the ground.

In the corners of the road, there were weak patients lying, covered with tattered blankets, breathing weakly, coughing and groaning constantly. Occasionally, one or two doctors carrying simple medicine boxes passed by, all of them shaking their heads, helpless.

Xiang Yuan frowned, becoming even more displeased with this world.

Even if it is just for the sake of enlightenment, Emperor Zhenwu must make this trip.

Xiang Yuan followed the pioneer team towards their base. The slightly dilapidated three-story building could be considered a luxurious villa compared to the surrounding low huts.

The pioneers worked hard and were exhausted. They went into their rooms and fell asleep immediately. Xiang Yuan was invited into the dormitory by the enthusiastic Zhou Zhong. When he saw a row of torn socks standing upright on the table, he felt terrible.

I dreamed of the past, as if I was back in the university dormitory.

wrong!

Even living in university dormitories is not this tough. Anyone who dares to stand up with socks on must be prepared to be physically beaten up.

There is no shortage of pioneers in the dungeon. The supply of genetic modification fluid is sufficient, and a group of pioneers can be recruited at any time. Even the leader of a pioneer team with innate, no, Qiyuan-level strength, is treated very averagely in the dungeon.

The cattle and horses worked so hard but were unable to enter the central area. Even when submitting tasks, they had to wait outside the central area to be summoned.

The three-story building is very close to the central area. Looking far away, it sees an iron wall like the Wall of Sighs, and the leader's back waiting in front of the door to hand over the task.

The metal door opened, and a man in white protective clothing walked out. He took the red crystal handed over by the leader, counted the quantity, tested the quality with instruments, and finally exchanged the money for the goods. He placed the materials of equal value on a cart for the leader to pick up.

Xiang Yuan originally thought that this was the end, but the man in protective suit took out a metal box and handed it to the leader. He said a lot of things, but the leader remained silent.

Xiang Yuan had sharp ears and eyes, and he caught a few key words: "Madam, the City Lord, I think it is not easy for you, so I give you a special reward, and loyalty."

What does this mean? The leader is having an affair with the city lord's wife?
Xiang Yuan's thoughts stepped on a watermelon rind and slid a long distance away. His imagination was as wild as Xiao Lingyue's, and he imagined a tearful and tragic drama in his mind.

Originally, the leader was a handsome and optimistic young man named Xiao Shuai. He was born in a civilian area and had a beautiful childhood sweetheart named Xiao Mei.

The two have been childhood sweethearts. Although they don't have a romantic moment together and only have a tin window, Xiaoshuai swears that he will let Xiaomei live a good life in the Central District.

He resolutely joined the pioneers and injected genetic modification fluid, hoping to exchange powerful power for a better life.

He lived up to everyone's expectations and, with his excellent qualifications, became a one in a million Qiyuan-level powerhouse. However, in exchange, he lost an arm and his handsome face was burned by fire.

Because of Xiao Shuai's amazing talent, the city lord came to visit him in person. He met Xiao Mei in the ward and was shocked by her beauty. He started to pursue her and used his power to threaten Xiao Mei, saying that if she didn't obey him, he would pull out Xiao Shuai's oxygen tube.

In order to save her lover, Xiaomei stepped into the central area with tears in her eyes.

Before leaving, she told Xiao Shuai that the toad was not worthy of the white swan, and that she was going to be the city lord's wife, so she should not contact him in the future, for fear that the city lord would misunderstand her.

Xiaomei enjoyed a wealthy life, but her heart was always in the East District. From time to time, she would secretly send some supplies to Xiaoshuai without telling the city lord.

"So touching!"

Xiang Yuan's eyes turned red. The story he imagined in his mind was so heartbreaking that he cried uncontrollably and was deeply moved.

Also, the Pure Love God of War cannot bear to see this!

"What's there to be moved about? The city lord's wife, that bitch, is humiliating the leader again. Haha, what a deep sisterly love!"

Zhou Zhong stood by the window and said through gritted teeth: "The leader is too tolerant. She is a leader in the Central District. She shouldn't be wronged. He can kill that bitch with just one slap."

"Brother Zhou, excuse me, what does it mean to have a deep sisterly bond? Our leader is a woman."

"Oh, didn't you see?"

"..."

How can I tell? The leader's face is like noodles with soybean paste. The stereo receptors between my legs are not so accurate.

And she is 1.80 meters tall, and many men have to wear insoles to reach this height!

(End of this chapter)