The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Zhao Chuang followed behind, but his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the vast expanse of fields.

He could sense that these plants contained extremely pure and vigorous life energy.

This intensified the strange feeling of alienation he had been experiencing.

Passing through the vegetable garden, there is a piece of land that has been deliberately cleared out.

Chi Zhengyang stopped and casually placed the half-eaten cucumber on the stone table next to him.

"Xiao Chen said that you have a very magical talent: you can promote the growth of plants."

"If it's convenient, could you let me see it?"

Zhao Chuang remained silent and looked at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng nodded to him.

After receiving a response from Chen Feng, Zhao Chuang took out a few source crystals and a handful of ordinary plant seeds from his pocket.

With a wave of his hand, he scattered the seeds into the soil.

Then, he crushed the source crystal in his hand.

Pale blue energy specks overflowed from his shattered source crystal, but instead of scattering, they were drawn by an invisible force and all flowed into the land in front of him.

The next second, a miracle happened.

Tender green buds sprouted from the soil at a visible speed, quickly growing taller, branching out, and producing leaves...

In just over ten seconds, a large patch of shrubs, about half a person's height, appeared out of thin air in front of everyone, with lush foliage and vibrant greenery.

Chi Zhengyang's smile disappeared. He stepped forward, reached out and touched the warm, moist leaf, feeling the real touch and the rhythm of life emanating from it.

This is simply a miracle!

However, Zhao Chuang, the spellcaster, was experiencing even greater turmoil at this moment.

Something is wrong!

Something's really wrong!

As the plant grew, he could clearly feel the surging of that enormous life energy.

If there are so many seeds in Wasteland Era, at least three mutated plants will appear!

But now, there isn't a single one left.

These are just ordinary shrubs, except that they grow a little faster than usual, there's nothing unusual about them.

That's strange, so very strange.

Is it because of these seeds?

Zhao Chuang froze, remaining in a squatting position, staring blankly at the masterpiece before him, a profound sense of bewilderment enveloping him.

"What's wrong?"

Chi Zhengyang's voice came from above.

He had already noticed Zhao Chuang's unusual behavior.

Zhao Chuang raised his head, his lips moved, and he struggled to organize his thoughts: "There are no mutations, they are all ordinary plants."

"Mutation?" Chi Zhengyang repeated the word.

"In...in Wasteland Era, the plants I nurtured using my talent had a high probability of mutating and gaining sentience," Zhao Chuang explained. "But here, they don't."

Upon hearing this, Chi Zhengyang fell into deep thought.

A moment later, a smile returned to his face, and he patted Zhao Chuang on the shoulder.

"Don't rush, take your time, we have plenty of time to study it."

Feeling the warmth on his shoulder, Zhao Chuang stiffened slightly, shrugged, and shook off Chi Zhengyang's hand.

Chi Zhengyang simply smiled and subtly gave Chen Feng a look.

Chen Feng immediately understood, stepped forward, and stood next to Zhao Chuang.

"Zhao Chuang, Elder Chi has already made the arrangements."

"From today onwards, we will live here."

Living here?

These four words hit Zhao Chuang's ears, instantly tightening his nerves that had just relaxed.

His first reaction was resistance.

He subconsciously looked at Chen Feng, the only person he could trust at the moment.

Why live here?

These words made him feel an indescribable sense of rejection.

His body reacted before his mind, shifting his foot almost imperceptibly backward, adopting a defensive posture.

Chen Feng took in his subtle movements and added, "It's safe here, much safer than where you were before."

"Here, you can unleash your talents without any reservations."

"Safety?" Zhao Chuang repeated the word.

Perhaps it was this word that touched Zhao Chuang, and the hesitation on his face lessened slightly.

Chi Zhengyang spoke up at the right moment, his voice soft, as if afraid of disturbing the frightened young man.

"There are still a few empty rooms in the courtyard, all with good orientations. You can choose one you like."

"No one will bother you here."

What he gave was the right to choose.

Zhao Chuang did not answer immediately.

He looked around.

Lush green vines climbed all over the wall, and rows of vegetables exuded the unique fragrance of plants, a pure and vigorous life energy.

Life here is gentle, pure, and full of healing energy.

This place is indeed safe enough. He also needs time to study why the seeds don't mutate, and he needs to improve his own strength.

His tense shoulders relaxed without him even realizing it.

He neither nodded nor shook his head, but stood silently in place.

But Chen Feng and Chi Zhengyang both understood that he had accepted it.

......

"Xiao Chen, I'm leaving this to you," Chi Zhengyang said with a smile.

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and slowly walked out of the courtyard.

Watching Chi Zhengyang leave, Zhao Chuang felt a strange sense of relief.

"He doesn't live here?"

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, then turned around: "Let's go, let's go see the room."

at the same time.

Chi Zhengyang walked out of the secluded courtyard, where a black sedan with no apparent special features was already quietly waiting at the alley entrance.

The car door opened silently, and he got in.

The car started smoothly, merged into the traffic, and became indistinguishable from the surrounding vehicles.

A dozen minutes later, the car drove into a heavily guarded compound and stopped in front of a quaint two-story building.

Pushing open the car door, the kindness and simplicity on Chi Zhengyang's face had faded, replaced by the calm and authority of someone in a position of power.

He went straight up to the study on the second floor.

An elderly man, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, with gray hair but a vigorous spirit, was sitting behind a tea table, intently brewing Gongfu tea.

It was Elder An.

"Here it comes." Old Man An didn't even look up, but simply poured the first brew of tea onto a purple clay tea pet.

"Um."

Chi Zhengyang sat down opposite him and poured himself a cup of tea.

"How is it?" Old An finally raised his head, his gaze gentle yet seemingly able to see through people's hearts: "That child named Zhao Chuang."

Chi Zhengyang's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air. He sighed softly, a hint of worry creeping into his eyes.

"Not good."

He briefly recounted what had happened in the courtyard.

"He may have been tortured too much by the people from the Revelation Guild, which has changed his personality quite a bit. Now, he seems unwilling to interact with people."

Upon hearing the words "Heavenly Revelation Guild," a rare and obvious anger appeared on Old Man An's usually gentle face.

Old An slammed his teacup down on the tea tray with a loud thud.

"A bunch of parasites on humanity. We'll settle this score with them sooner or later."

Chi Zhengyang waved his hand: "Take it slow, things will get better."