Post-Apocalyptic: Unlimited Resources, Neighbor's Wife and Sister Beg for the Door to Open

Chapter 135 He is a Sword Immortal, Listen to Your Father's Advice! (Please continue reading)
Above the Pearl Base, a massive cube-shaped city was built.

Like an ark cast down from the clouds by a god.

The crowd surged across the square like ants, and the heavy breathing of hundreds of thousands of people coalesced into a breathtaking sigh.

Ye Hongxiu stood on a broken concrete beam of an abandoned office building, the wind blowing her stray hairs and revealing a faint old scar on her fair neck.

The sunlight stung her eyes, causing her to squint slightly, but her heart was pounding in her chest.

It wasn't because of this miracle of floating in the air, but because she saw the person who built this city in the sky with his bare hands, and he gave her an extremely familiar feeling.

With a mere wave of the hand, one can create and destroy; this is the relaxed ease with which top-tier powerhouses look down upon all things.

Once the aerial city was completed, Lu Zheng disappeared, and Ye Hongxiu landed on the ground, only to hear a group of people discussing something.

"So this is the legendary Mr. Lu!"

"To build a sky city so quickly is simply like being a god."

One person countered:

"What does it mean to be like a god? He is a god."

"I heard he can also fly on a sword. Do you know that fourth-tier Frost Centipede? It has such a huge body, he can destroy it with a single sword strike!"

"He is a god, a sword immortal."

Upon hearing these words, Ye Hongxiu's body trembled.

He abruptly turned around, having just walked towards his parents, and stood before the person who had uttered the words "Sword Immortal."

"Say it again, who is the Sword Immortal?"

When the newcomer saw Ye Hongxiu dressed in ancient costume and holding a sword, he assumed she wanted to compete for the title of Sword Immortal.

He couldn't help but sneer.

"You're carrying a sword, do you think you're some kind of sword immortal?"

"You think you can compare to Mr. Lu?"

"I've heard that Mr. Lu not only knows how to control a sword himself, but he has also passed on the sword control technique to the women who follow him."

"No, they are not women, they are all fairies."

“Mr. Lu is a sword immortal who descended to earth, and these women are the fairies he is looking for.”

As he spoke, he suddenly paused, because he then noticed that Ye Hongxiu was also an incredibly beautiful woman.

Moreover, it also possesses an otherworldly quality.

Hesitantly, he asked:
"You wouldn't happen to be one of the fairies too, would you?"

Ye Hongxiu did not answer him.

She was in a state of inner turmoil.

The sword immortal he had been searching for turned out to be Mr. Lu, the womanizer who was holding a beauty pageant at the base.
She didn't want to believe it and wanted to confirm it for herself.

Ye Hongxiu took a deep breath, with a resolute determination, and turned to squeeze into the noisy crowd.

Her goal was clear—Yan Ruoying, dressed in a base officer's uniform, commanding the on-site situation with a heroic and dashing demeanor.

This woman, who was also admired by countless eyes, was one of the women Lu Zheng publicly acknowledged.

Yan Ruoying is Lu Zheng's agent at the Pearl Base, and also an official of the Pearl Base. With this dual identity, she naturally has to bear some responsibility.

She was one of the key people in charge of the personnel transfer operation in the air safety zone of the Pearl Base.

She had just given some orders and ended the call. When she caught a glimpse of Ye Hongxiu out of the corner of her eye, she keenly noticed the persistence in the other woman's eyes and the almost burning urgency.

"Is something wrong?"

Yan Ruoying raised an eyebrow, her tone sharp and businesslike. She had seen far too many people trying to use women like them to get close to Lu Zheng.

"Commander Yan, I apologize for disturbing you."

Ye Hongxiu's voice was clear.

"My name is Ye Hongxiu. I want to ask if the person who used a flying sword to slay the Frost Centipede and save me a few days ago in the suburbs of Hongyan City was Mr. Lu Zheng?"

Yan Ruoying was unaware of this, but upon seeing Ye Hongxiu's outstanding temperament, remarkable appearance, and enviable figure, she immediately contacted Lu Zheng through her mental domain. Lu Zheng responded.

"Yes, my husband did indeed kill a Frost Centipede with his sword in Hongyan City."

Ye Hongxiu's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

Blood rushed to her head instantly. The ecstasy, the excitement of confirming her suspicions, and the anxiety about this relationship made her almost unsteady on her feet. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

A voice screamed wildly in her heart: Found it! She finally found it!
However, the next second, a large, wrinkled but unusually strong hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Her father, Ye Nantian, had somehow squeezed next to her, his face ashen and his eyes filled with disapproving anxiety.

"Hongxiu! Come home with me!"

Ye Nantian's voice was low and suppressed, carrying an undeniable parental authority. He forcefully dragged her away from the crowd, his strength too great for her to break free.

"That kind of man... he's not someone you should mess with!"

Ye Hongxiu was forcibly dragged away by her father. After returning to their residence, Ye Nantian said earnestly:

“Hongxiu, regardless of whether that Mr. Lu is the sword immortal you are looking for, you absolutely must not get close to him.”

"He's never short of women, and he's certainly not short of young girls like you who impulsively throw themselves at him!"

"What makes you think you can survive in such a dangerous place? Just because you know a couple of ancestral sword tricks?"

“Hongxiu! Listen to your father’s advice, don’t go! Don’t give your heart to a philanderer. Find a man who will be devoted to you.”

He took a breath, his voice filled with deep worry:
"Father, please, wouldn't it be better to find a down-to-earth, honest person and live a peaceful life? We can't afford to associate with those aloof people! We certainly can't afford to mess with them!"

"Safe?"

Ye Hongxiu suddenly looked up, and the suppressed flame in her eyes instantly burst forth, burning away her confusion and leaving only the resolute determination of a lone wolf.

"Father! Without power, where does peace come from?!"

She suddenly pointed out the window to the floating city that still hung in the sky.

"Look outside! That's where peace is!"

"That thing is not afraid of nuclear bombs, and no insects can destroy it. Going in is like returning to civilized society."

"And all of this was achieved by that person alone."

Yu Qiao, who was standing to the side, wanted to say a few words of advice, but Ye Hongxiu continued:

"I'm going outside to hunt insects. Don't come near me. Let me have some peace and quiet."

Yu Qiao wanted to remind him to be careful, but she didn't say it.

Ye Hongxiu disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ye Nantian couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Outside the Pearl Base, the former machinery factory has long been swallowed up by black mist and various monsters.

The twisted steel bars were exposed, their rust stains resembling congealed blood scabs.

Ye Hongxiu held a long sword made of high-strength alloy, the blade reflecting a cold, faint light in the dim light.

Like a lone wolf enraged, she crashed headlong into a swarm of sickle-like insects that had not yet grown to a significant size.

"Die! Die to me!"

The pent-up frustration in her heart, her father's heavy worries, her confusion about the future, and her yearning for love—all these emotions turned into scalding fuel and exploded in her chest!

After the energy bursts forth, her slender figure unleashes astonishing power and speed.

Her swordsmanship was no longer confined to the family's traditional moves, but became extremely ruthless and efficient.

With each step and twist of the waist, the sword's edge traced a cunning and deadly trajectory, precisely cutting into the most vulnerable gap at the junction of the sickle-like insect's arthropod carapace.

One! Two! Hundreds... The fallen insect corpses piled up at her feet, forming a bloody slope.

Suddenly, the piercing sound waves stabbed into the depths of her soul like a cold awl.

(End of this chapter)