Chapter 6: Luo Shi Jing

His eyes felt slightly stinging; Ding Huan wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

In his previous life, he wandered the universe with her eyes, witnessing too many ugly things, but also many beautiful ones.

In this life, he absolutely would not allow that girl—strange yet familiar to the core—to be taken to a gene fusion laboratory by the Gene Alliance.

If he couldn't find that girl, he would wait at the Gene Alliance's branch in Luohe City.

He still had more than half a year; during this time, he had to make himself strong, otherwise neither his fate nor the girl's would change much.

After sitting alone for over an hour, Ding Huan finally calmed his emotions and decided to plan for the future.

He dumped everything out of his bag; aside from a few books, there was only a property certificate. This was a property under his name, and Ding Huan knew well that this house had later been sold by his housekeeper.

He had neither the opportunity nor the ability to reclaim his house; after learning the news, he was about to leave Earth. This was precisely why the Gene Alliance had gone all out to save him—even performing an eye transplant.

As for now, he still dared not claim the house; sticking his head up now would be suicide.

He pulled out his wallet from his pocket; inside were his ID card, bank card, and a few hundred yuan in cash.

Gene mutations had drastically reduced the population; although online payments were still used, paper currency was equally favored. Who among those constantly on the move would risk their hopes on a phone balance?

Lack of money wasn't a problem—he could synthesize various gene potions.

When it came to synthesizing gene potions and understanding gene fusion, who could match him?

Isn't longevity gene the hottest topic right now? The longevity genes on Earth could only extend life by thirty years at most; he could synthesize a longevity gene potion that extended life by sixty years.

In other words, Earth's longevity genes didn't even have a rank—they were merely the most common low-grade genes; he could synthesize ranked longevity gene potions.

As for synthesis methods, he had plenty…

As Ding Huan pondered how to synthesize the longevity gene, an endless flood of gene types and gene potion synthesis methods suddenly appeared in his mind.

This…

In his previous life, though he had synthesized many gene potions, he hadn't had so many methods and techniques, had he?

Ding Huan remembered the skin scroll he had swallowed just before dying—it was truly strange, because after swallowing it, the information within it had entered his mind. He had never encountered anything so bizarre before.

Yes—gene foundation establishment; the skin scroll he had obtained contained information on gene foundation establishment.

To grow strong, he must achieve gene foundation establishment.

Previously, Ding Huan had no idea how to achieve gene foundation establishment; he only knew that even on Changyi Continent, those capable of gene foundation establishment were as rare as phoenix feathers or unicorn horns.

Now he knew: to achieve gene foundation establishment, one must possess a gene spiritual root. Those capable of gene foundation establishment all naturally possessed gene spiritual roots.

Without warning, Ding Huan's mind filled with knowledge of gene spiritual roots; he had a feeling that if given the required materials, he could now synthesize a wood-attribute gene spiritual root potion.

The synthesis methods for gene spiritual root potions in his mind felt as if carved into his memory.

Not only that—he knew precisely how to extract the necessary gene segments from target species, and the synthesis methods were crystal clear.

So powerful, Ding Huan murmured. The power he spoke of wasn't the gene information in the scroll—it was the sheer power of whoever had created the scroll.

"... Perhaps after many more years, this planet will enter another cycle, and gene spiritual roots will vanish as abruptly as the cultivation spiritual roots of the previous cycle. I think I can no longer help—alas, let nature take its course…"

This sudden thought in his mind left Ding Huan stunned. Was the person referring to Earth?

But he hadn't obtained the scroll from Earth—so if it was Earth, did that mean Earth would one day experience total biological reset, then begin another evolutionary cycle?

Feeling his head grow dizzy, Ding Huan went to the kitchen and splashed cold water on his face.

Why think about these things? Were they important now? Not at all.

What mattered most now was that he must synthesize a gene spiritual root as soon as possible, fuse it, then begin gene meditation cultivation and achieve gene foundation establishment as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he died.

In his previous life, though he had been sold by a scavenger old man, he had at least survived. Who knew if he'd survive this time?

The moment Ding Huan thought of gene cultivation, images immediately reappeared in his mind—along with a gene cultivation method he had never seen before.

Luo Shi Jing? What a strange name.

In his previous life, he had barely managed to obtain gene meditation techniques—these seemed far superior to Luo Shi Jing.

Without thinking, Ding Huan began cultivating according to this method; within just a few breaths, he felt a faint warm current surge in from the Baihui point, then spread throughout his body.

Then the faint warm current vanished completely. Clearly, his cultivation now had no effect.

Yet Ding Huan clenched his fists in excitement—Luo Shi Jing was undoubtedly the supreme gene cultivation technique. He had just practiced it, and though it yielded no tangible result, he had sensed a trace of warmth; this didn't mean Luo Shi Jing was useless.

Because he currently lacked a gene spiritual root; once he obtained one, that trace of warmth might transform into his own power or ability.

He must find the medicinal materials for a gene spiritual root as soon as possible and synthesize the one he needed.

Coming to Yujiang University was the right decision—Yujiang University was near Qianluo Mountain, and Qianluo Mountain surely contained the gene medicinal materials he needed.

If it weren't nearly dark, Ding Huan wouldn't have sat still for a minute—he would have rushed to Qianluo Mountain immediately.

Qianluo Mountain stretched over a thousand kilometers and was among China's ten major mountain ranges. Even before the gene mutation era, Qianluo Mountain had been perilous; now, in the gene fusion age, it was even worse.

Today, Qianluo Mountain teemed with packs of lethal beasts and various mutated carnivorous plants.

Ding Huan resolved: no matter how dangerous, he must go to Qianluo Mountain tomorrow.

With his two hundred years of survival experience across the universe, what terrifying scenes hadn't he seen? If he was careful, he could survive in Qianluo Mountain.

He couldn't wait until tomorrow—he immediately overturned his own thought. His two hundred years of wandering the vast universe had taught him better than anyone: taking chances leads to death.

Like a gambler, once you take one chance, you'll take another—and eventually die from it.

He had indeed used methods to avoid being targeted, and for now, no one had noticed his arrival at Yujiang University.

But if his enemies were determined to kill him, finding out he had come to Yujiang University wouldn't be difficult.

Night was falling; going to Qianluo Mountain now would be extremely dangerous. In truth, even during daylight, his current strength made entering Qianluo Mountain a near-certain death—yet he had to go.

Without going to Qianluo Mountain, he couldn't obtain a gene spiritual root; without a gene spiritual root, he couldn't cultivate; without cultivation, how could he seek revenge? How could he survive?

Ordinary people entering Qianluo Mountain faced certain death; he was different—he had experience, and at least had a glimmer of hope.

He acted on impulse: Ding Huan left subtle, unobtrusive marks in his room, then left Yujiang University wearing a mask.

He had two things he must do immediately: first, buy materials for simple disguise; second, purchase essentials for entering Qianluo Mountain.

…

Qianjiang Gate Restaurant — the finest restaurant in Luohe City, packed to the rafters every single day.

Qianjiang Gate Restaurant being packed wasn't because the food was good — though, to be fair, the food here really was the best in Luohe City.

Many people were willing to come to Qianjiang Gate Restaurant because, beyond the good food, what mattered more was the top-notch service and the scarce supply of fierce-beast meat.

Earth's environment had mutated, and a great number of mutated fierce beasts had appeared. These fierce beasts certainly dealt a heavy blow to human survival, but at the same time their flesh and blood allowed martial artists to reach a higher level in their cultivation.

Gene fusion had become the mainstream of the era, yet those mature gene serums carried staggering prices — not everyone could afford to fuse. So the vast majority still chose to cultivate martial arts.

Anyone who cultivated martial arts gained enormous benefits from eating fierce-beast meat — it could not only rapidly improve a martial artist's physical constitution, but also swiftly boost their strength.

If one had genuine internal-cultivation methods, fierce-beast meat could cause a martial artist's internal Qi to surge dramatically.

Wang Youlan proposed holding the graduation gathering at Qianjiang Gate precisely because Qianjiang Gate had fierce-beast meat available to eat.

He planned to buy a small amount of fierce-beast meat, then use this to tell everyone: if you want to eat fierce-beast meat often, you must strengthen your own power.

At this moment, in Qianjiang Gate's private room 610, the classmates of Class 62(3), Mutated Species Department, Luohe Shangwu University had been arriving one after another.

Wang Youlan was almost the last to arrive at the private room. His gaze swept over the lively classmates in the large room, and he said with a smile,

"Everyone's here, right? If we're all here, let's get started. Today everyone can eat and drink to their heart's content — all the expenses are on me."

"Teacher Wang, Ding Huan doesn't seem to have come," Jia Youjian said quietly.

In their class, the only one who seemed to keep an eye on Ding Huan was him. It wasn't that his relationship with Ding Huan was especially close — rather, it was because they were not only seatmates but also roommates.

"Ding Huan didn't come? Why?" Wang Youlan frowned slightly. He remembered no one had asked for leave saying they wouldn't come.

Luo Xinwei was also puzzled — Ding Huan would definitely come in the evening, so why hadn't he shown up? Wait, why was she so certain Ding Huan would definitely come in the evening?

"We won't wait for him. The gathering starts now."

Wang Youlan only let the thought flicker for a moment, then tossed the matter of Ding Huan's absence aside. To him now, whether Ding Huan came or not hardly mattered at all.

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