Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 215 Changes and Daily Life of the Cangwu Tree

Cangwu tree.

Now this tree is growing stronger every day.

The way the Wood God's Calamity occurs is that the trees are constantly expanding.

Even the wildly growing branches and leaves quickly enveloped and lifted up the ruins of Rehe City.

This is already a colossal tree reaching the heavens in the chaotic sea!

And, just as described in the introduction back then, it continued to spread, turning the entire area into a lush green ocean.

"Every time I go out, I have to cut down trees. It's so annoying."

"It's alright, it's probably one of the most docile divine calamities. With an immortal deity guarding this place, we can be secretly happy."

On the streets, countless survivors have built new homes.

Back then, most of those who fled from Rehe City to Cangwu Tree abandoned their physical bodies.

But the soul and consciousness remain here, without escaping to the spirit world.

Furthermore, they were organized and disciplined. After the flood gradually stabilized, they found the cloning culture chamber of the Rehe City Biological Company in the ruins, and began to restart civilization, clone bodies, and emerge as living people.

It’s still the same sentence.

With cloning technology so advanced today, the body is the least important thing.

Cloning a body used to cost tens of millions, but creating flesh and blood only cost less than one hundred thousand.

Why is this hospital project so expensive?

I understand everything I understand.

But now resources are everywhere, and many shops and stores are ownerless; if you find one, you can keep it.

On the Cangwu tree, Rehe City was rapidly rebuilt.

Compared to the spirit world that drifts everywhere next door, this place is already a paradise.

Vaguely, someone looked down at that boundless, chaotic sea, already foreseeing the future.

They sat in twos and threes on the tree branches, gazing into the distance.
"Perhaps we will split into two factions."

"Those who entered the spirit world have gradually drifted away from us and embarked on another fork in the road, cultivating the art of incantation. They are the immortal cultivators of the new era."

"And those of us who remain here are still clinging to the mechanical technology of the old era, belonging to the remnants of the old time."

"Huh? You mean this place will become a wasteland instance, and when other spirit realms occasionally pass by, they'll say something like, 'Look, those remnants of the old era!'"

"You don't understand, this is what's exciting! We hold submachine guns, look at the white-robed immortals landing on the continent, and shout: 'My lord, times have changed.'"

"Nonsense! We're the ones from the old era, okay?"

"In any case, at the last moment, no one chose to enter the spirit world, but came here instead, probably already prepared to become remnants of the old era."

"Get lost! I'm not ready at all. I've come to seek refuge with the God of Immortality. In history, the Cangwu Tree has nurtured a group of butterfly clans. I thought that by following them, I would become a butterfly clan of the Cangwu Tree in this era, the clan of origin of creation!"

These words resonated with everyone.

Everyone has played the game "Defend the Cangwu Tree" before, a game about protecting the immortal god.

Everyone here is a master at weaving the cocoon of a butterfly's body!
Those who now seek refuge all want to become members of the Butterfly Clan, weaving their bodies and dreaming of following the gods through the ages.

But clearly, it doesn't seem to be working out right now!

The big boss didn't even let us spin cocoons on the tree, so we could weave our own bodies and transform into moths drawn to a flame.

They actually want us to go to the hospital to find equipment to clone ourselves again?

We don't want anything so high-tech!
"Hahaha, since we can't become the Creation Butterfly Clan, we'll become the Creation Machine Clan."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"They weave butterfly cocoons, we weave mechanical life, and we are also creating life!"

"I understand, the spirit of the neighbors is the spirit of us oil and electricity workers."

"That's very much like life."

"I suggest painting this Cangwu tree with some mecha paint to make it look more magical."

"Watch me, the Immortal God, I'll hang you up and beat you to a pulp!"

Rehe No. 13 Junior High School.

"Hey, look what I found! A K75 fuel tank!" Li Feng, covered in dirt, pushed open the door and shouted loudly.

Ordinary people have ordinary lives.

Now everyone is a scavenger.

This city is made up of over 90% students, with no strong individuals; most are only at the first or second tier.

Teacher Si Anhe, at the third tier, is already considered a top figure. In the original world, she came from a third-tier aristocratic family in major cities.

A fourth-tier powerhouse is something only guardians like Hot Carp can achieve; typically, only one person will be stationed in a city.

just now.

Si Anhe's dream also came true. She began to establish a powerful clan, gather forces, recruit some survivors, and build a refuge.

It must be said that she is quite ambitious and shrewd.

"Li Feng? How's the situation outside?" Zou Anmeng was repairing a small drone, preparing to use it to go fishing in the Chaos Sea.

The ocean dared not descend into God's devastating flood!
It's the era of deep-sea fishing now.

A group of drone operators transformed into fishing enthusiasts, competing in drone fishing techniques to catch various objects drifting with ocean currents from underwater cities—mechs, underwear, boots, you name it.

A skilled angler needs keen eyesight, quick reflexes, and luck; they must also know how to read ocean currents and find fishing spots.

“Hey, things are looking pretty good outside,” Li Feng said. “I heard that the factories on Andao Street have been taken over. That group of people are salvaging supplies from the sea and preparing to rebuild a food culture factory.”

This type of commercial factory cultivates edible fungi that reproduce extremely quickly.

It didn't taste good, but it was filling.

In the past, even the poorest people wouldn't eat it.

Only now, during this wasteland period, has this kind of factory been restarted.

Zou Anmeng sighed, "Aren't we building factories too? Everyone is building factories; productivity is the foundation of everything."

"Forehead."

Li Feng scratched his head, parked the drone with a payload of 1,000 kilograms in the yard, and dropped off the supplies. "I salvaged some P8 heavy fiber used for space elevators from an accessory shop in a mecha mall. Can we make it into a fishing net?"

"Let me see."

Zou Anmeng looked at the supplies and her eyes lit up. "That's perfect. We can upgrade fishing to net casting."

"Great! Great!" Li Feng exclaimed happily. "I'll go find Little Fatty right away!"

Poor people study, rich people assemble.

Mechanical assembly is something only the wealthy can afford.

The chubby guy in Xu Changsheng's trio had shown amazing talent after learning mechanical assembly.

Now, he's the one who assembles all sorts of junk mechanical parts in the entire organization, turning waste into treasure.

"Liu Jun, good luck! You won't go home empty-handed today, will you? You won't!" Li Feng shouted loudly, then happily took the supplies to the chubby boy.

"Forehead."

"Don't worry, I'll catch one soon. I never come back empty-handed when I fish. I might even catch a brand new mech in a minute."

Liu Jun was also sitting in the courtyard, wearing a virtual reality headset, remotely controlling a drone that flew to the distant Chaos Sea to fish.

This remote cyber fishing is quite interesting.

It's like some old-fashioned fishing games.

He fell into deep thought, "Could Xu Changsheng really be the protagonist? Even a chubby kid has shown mechanical talent and turned into a tech geek. This is too cliché."

How come each of his three teammates possesses unique skills?

My trio, Li Feng and Zou Anmeng, are nothing special.
Is this what they call protagonist's luck?

However, ordinary people like Li Feng and Zou Anmeng are the majority, and Liu Jun was just making a fuss.

Involuntarily, he looked at Li Feng, who was chatting away with the chubby boy, and at Zou Anmeng, who was weaving a metal mesh with a gentle expression.

"Things have been pretty good lately."

His attention then shifted back to fishing.

He refused to believe that he couldn't catch anything good.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye, and it gradually got dark.

The weather sensor assembled by the chubby boy next to me issued a warning:

"The Thunder Pulse will reappear. Please retrieve your drones immediately and stop fishing to avoid crashing."

In the wasteland era of great floods, the weather is unpredictable.

The wind gradually picked up, and the sky overhead felt incredibly oppressive.

"Hahaha, the electromagnetic waves are coming again, hurry up and stop." Li Feng walked out from the chubby guy and laughed loudly, "You're out of luck."

Liu Jun had no choice but to stop fishing and let the drone return automatically to the kitchen to help with cooking.

Ah.

Am I fishing for air force?
You're just a small-time angler with a narrow perspective, laughing at my lack of catch and seeing me as a frog in a well looking up at the moon.

When you reach my level someday, you will know that I am using the Cangwu tree as a fishing rod to fish for a great fish in the spirit world at the bottom of the sea. How could I not catch a fish?

"Didn't catch anything again?"

"Come help with the cooking."

Zou Anmeng, who had come to help with the cooking, sighed, "I heard that it was like this during the Seventh World War, with regular electromagnetic storms that forced us to hide!"

“It’s not just the seventh time. The sixth time was the same.” Liu Jun’s expression was very calm. “Actually, this era seems very special, but it’s not really any different.”

Zou Anmeng smiled and said, "Indeed, after every world war, ordinary people have to go through decades of wasteland survival."

Now, after a wave of cloning, everyone no longer looks old and has the body of a young person.

Zou Anmeng used to look much older and was losing her hair, but now she has transformed into a gentle and virtuous beauty.

Li Feng had also grown into a tall and strong man.

The group ate and chatted.

At the dinner table, Si Anhe took out a bottle of engine oil and said to everyone, "Use this as a dipping sauce."

Li Feng looked shocked: "Did you take the wrong one? Although they're all black, this isn't soy sauce."

Si Anhe's expression immediately turned serious. "Of course you're right. Only by enduring hardship can one rise above others."

"Back then, we all lived through acid rain. Now times have changed, and we need to keep up with the times and live on engine oil!"

"Tomorrow morning, remember to apply the oil all over your body. I'll take everyone to the yard to run and cultivate so that we can master the 'Ninefold Technique of Tempering Body with Oil' that the recent experts have been researching."

Liu Jun: "."

Si Anhe said, "This is a test site. I plan to rebuild the high school in the future, and everyone will practice this body-strengthening technique while getting rained on and drinking engine oil!"

Everyone screamed in despair: "Oh no! How did we end up back in our senior year of high school?"

It used to be acid rain, now it's engine oil.

This is too outrageous.

Si Anhe's expression was extremely serious. "You are all my earliest students who followed me, and you will all be core members in the future. I don't trust those survivors who follow me outside."

"You also need to become stronger so that you can keep them in check!"

After much persuasion, the crowd finally fell silent.

The teacher is going to lead them in training again; life is unpredictable.

Si Anhe glanced at Liu Jun, who had been eating silently without saying a word, and thought that this student was much easier to manage. She couldn't help but hand him a bottle of oleic acid drink, "Drink this!"

Liu Jun was stunned for a moment, and a familiar scene rushed into his mind.

When I was still a student, you visited my home and offered me a drink.

I'm a world-destroying god now, and you're still offering me a drink?
Liu Jun took the drink, looked inside, and asked curiously, "What's this?"

"This is an oleic acid functional beverage developed by Bai Youxuan. She is very proficient in pharmacology. This will replace the previous acid rain beverage in the future."

An immortal herb, of course, must be well-versed in pharmacology.

(End of this chapter)