Chapter 64

"If Yiyi is hungry..." Yan Quan said cautiously.

Ding Huan explained, "Yiyi only needs to be fed nutrient solution every three days; she doesn't need to eat right now. All the nutrient solution is kept in here, and I will feed her when the time comes."

Seeing that Yan Quan still looked hesitant, Qu Yonghe quickly said, "That's fine, we will listen to Teacher Ding."

After saying this, he took the initiative to pull Yan Quan away.

Ding Huan was not entirely at ease about Qu Yi; by cultivating here, he could watch over her, and if any emergency arose, he could handle it in time.

Furthermore, he knew this was the most critical time for Qu Yi's recovery, and people coming and going—even without noise—would not be ideal.

At this moment, Qu Yi was like a piece of porcelain that would shatter at a touch; what she needed was not careful nursing, but absolute silence.

Watching Qu Yi lying quietly on the hospital bed, Ding Huan made a secret resolution that no matter what, he would make her recover.

Having not rested properly for several days, once his mind relaxed, Ding Huan felt an extreme sense of fatigue.

He did not rest, but instead began to cultivate the Web Consciousness Scripture.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed. When Ding Huan woke from his meditation, he discovered that Qu Yi's aura was much stronger than before.

He immediately stepped forward to check her condition.

"Are you the doctor who saved me?" Qu Yi's voice was barely audible.

As a Level 2 Gene Cultivator, Ding Huan could hear her clearly.

He hummed in acknowledgment and said, "You don't need to worry. Just rest and recover, and your injuries will soon disappear."

"My eyes... I can't see anymore." Qu Yi's tone was filled with panic and unease.

"Trust me, I will let you see the beauty of this world," Ding Huan said softly.

"Mm." Qu Yi's aura immediately calmed down.

Ding Huan's words resonated in the deepest part of her heart, creating a connection from the depths of her soul.

When people's living environment is harsh and they are constantly hovering on the edge of life and death, morality becomes fragile; evil, oppression, and slaughter are everywhere, and people do not trust one another...

Yet Qu Yi always believed that there was still beauty in this world, as long as one used their heart to feel it.

Those warriors who fought to the death to protect human cities, battling genetic beasts and bathing in blood.

Those scholars who, for the sake of human survival, researched survival genes day and night to make humanity stronger.

Those students who worked hard to enter the Ten Great Academies of Blue Star, contributing their strength to guard the Earth.

She had heard that the mortality rate for students in the Ten Great Academies of Blue Star exceeded fifty percent, yet countless people still wanted to enter them.

Perhaps they wanted to become powerful, but most people likely shared her thoughts: to become strong enough to protect the Earth and protect humanity.

And then, after the environment mutated, that streak of blood-red sunset one could see before dusk every day...

These were all things she considered beautiful, the beauty of the world she could see.

After having Qu Yi consume a tube of nutrient solution, Ding Huan took out the Spirit Root Gene Agent.

He took a deep breath and said, "Qu Yi, this is a very important agent for you. Do not let your emotions fluctuate; drink this agent."

Qu Yi obediently drank the agent from Ding Huan's hand.

If she were at Ruiji Hospital, she would never have believed in anything being important or unimportant to her, because she knew she was about to die.

Now, she could clearly feel her bodily functions slowly recovering and getting better and better.

Half an hour later, Ding Huan asked in a low voice, "Qu Yi, how do you feel?"

"There are streams of heat permeating my whole body; my entire person feels much lighter," Qu Yi said.

Ding Huan clenched his fists. This was a sign of the Spirit Root Gene forming. Qu Yi's reaction was a bit weak; could it be that she couldn't form a Spirit Root Gene?

Just at this moment, he heard Qu Yi let out a painful muffled groan, and cold sweat immediately broke out on her forehead.

"I feel as if I am being burned by flames, my whole body is in the fire. These flames are burning inside me..." Qu Yi's voice was intermittent, as if it might disappear at any moment.

"Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon. Just endure it for a while," Ding Huan comforted her from the side.

He was very anxious; first, he didn't know if the Spirit Root Gene he refined from his own brow-blood could be used by Qu Yi.

Second, he didn't know if Qu Yi could still fuse with another Spirit Root Gene if this fusion failed.

"Mm." Qu Yi endured the terrifying pain, her hands gripping down hard, catching Ding Huan's wrist.

Although Qu Yi had been hovering on the edge of life and death for over half a month, her body so thin that a gust of wind could blow her away, she erupted with a powerful will to survive under the flames that threatened to burn her from the inside out.

Ding Huan's wrist was scratched by her fingernails, and blood flowed out.

A full two hours passed before Qu Yi finally drifted off to sleep.

Ding Huan breathed a sigh of relief. He knew the most agonizing time had passed. As for whether Qu Yi had formed a Spirit Root Gene, he would have to wait until tomorrow when she cultivated the Web Consciousness Scripture to find out.

"Are you Teacher Ding?" Qu Yi's weak voice startled Ding Huan, who had been slumped by the bedside.

Ding Huan felt a bit of self-reproach; he had actually fallen asleep by the bed.

"It's me. Don't worry, I will definitely make you get better," Ding Huan patted Qu Yi's hand gently.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Ding..." Qu Yi's voice trembled slightly.

She hadn't wanted Qu Fei to call Ding Huan, yet they had called him anyway.

Ding Huan was in great danger now; the Gene Alliance was still hunting him. If his presence here became known to the Gene Alliance, he wouldn't even have a way to escape.

She also felt that she seemed to have scratched Ding Huan's wrist yesterday. She carefully took hold of Ding Huan's hand and gently stroked his wrist; feeling no signs of injury, she felt a bit more at ease.

"No, I am the one who is sorry to you; I didn't take good care of you."

Ding Huan was truly blaming himself from the bottom of his heart. He had thought that by taking out the two guys who were gathering information on Qu Yi and destroying that notebook, Qu Yi would be fine.

In reality, Qu Yi had almost died in Puhai.

Qu Yi's nose felt a bit sore; she stared blankly at Ding Huan.

Even though her eyes were hollow and she couldn't see anything, she still wanted to ask Ding Huan why he was so good to her.

She wasn't the kind of girl so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off her, nor did she have any special merits.

"Qu Yi, follow me now to cultivate. The technique I practice is called the Web Consciousness Scripture..." Ding Huan didn't give Qu Yi too much time to think; he was desperate to know if her Spirit Root Gene had formed.

Qu Yi nodded vigorously.

Ding Huan began to teach Qu Yi the concepts of acupoints, meridians, and the circulation of the Zhou Tian.

Fortunately, Qu Yi was a student at Qinghe University and had already systematically studied the various acupoints and meridians of the human body.

Now, Ding Huan only needed to give a slight reminder, and she understood, which saved them from many awkward issues.

To Ding Huan, Qu Yi was the most important person in his life, yet she was not his lover.

Some actions that could be avoided had to be avoided.

When Qu Yi began her first cycle of the Zhou Tian, a faint stream of heat rose in her dantian. Qu Yi said excitedly, "Teacher Ding, I felt a trace of heat lingering in my dantian..."

"And after that?" Ding Huan's voice was much louder in his excitement.

"After the second cycle, that trace of energy seemed to have grown a bit stronger," Qu Yi said.

"Good. Don't cultivate for now; wait until I have taught you the entire Web Consciousness Scripture." Ding Huan let out a long breath; Qu Yi forming a Spirit Root Gene was the most important thing.

Qu Yi had an excellent memory; it took Ding Huan only an hour to teach her the entire Web Consciousness Scripture, including the time for some explanations.

"Qu Yi, advancing in the later stages of the Web Consciousness Scripture might be difficult. I have only just begun practicing this technique myself. This technique is extremely precious; do not pass it on to others."

Ding Huan cautioned.

He knew that even if Qu Yi passed it on, no one else would be able to cultivate it.

It was just that the Web Consciousness Scripture was of such great consequence that he didn't want Qu Yi to cause unnecessary trouble by passing it on.

"Mm, no matter who asks me, I won't tell them." Qu Yi hummed in agreement. She believed this was Ding Huan's property; if Ding Huan told her not to tell anyone, she wouldn't.

"If someone insists on asking you, you can teach them another technique called the Thousand Web Gene Art. It is the cultivation method I taught three students at Yujiang University.

I also taught them a type of boxing called Basic Long Fist. If you have the chance in the future, you can go to the Dahan Yi Academy and look for Fang Chong, and have Fang Chong teach you the Basic Long Fist."

Ding Huan intended to teach Qu Yi the Thousand Web Gene Art as well. Basic Long Fist needed to be taught while practicing it, and Qu Yi was clearly not in a state to learn it right now.

Hearing Ding Huan's words, Qu Yi was stunned.

She had thought that what Ding Huan taught her earlier was the same technique the three Yujiang University students practiced. Now she realized that what Ding Huan had taught her was far more precious than that.

"Teacher Ding, why are you..." Qu Yi couldn't help herself and wanted to ask Ding Huan.

She truly didn't know Ding Huan, yet his devotion to her was more thorough than that of a lover.

This gave her an illusion deep in her heart that Ding Huan was a lover she had been separated from for a long time, and today, he had finally come.

"Don't speak, try hard to remember the Thousand Web Gene Art I am teaching you." Ding Huan's voice came, preventing Qu Yi from pursuing the question.

Qu Yi tried hard to cast aside her complicated thoughts and began to memorize the Thousand Web Gene Art.

Another hour later, Qu Yi said, "Ding... Big Brother, I have remembered it all."

She felt she shouldn't call Ding Huan 'Teacher'; calling him 'Teacher' seemed to invisibly create a distance between them.

"Good. Next, I am going to teach you some minor spells, including the Wind Blade Spell, Fireball Spell, Wind-Riding Spell, Dust-Clearing Spell...

You just need to memorize these spells; they mainly involve the use of internal Qi, as well as the use of incantations and hand seals. You don't need them now, but once you reach Level 1 Gene Cultivator, you can try to practice them," Ding Huan continued.

Spells? Qu Yi was a bit dazed. She understood and accepted cultivation, as genetic cultivation was no secret on Earth.

But spells seemed to have a mythological color to them; she had never heard of anyone who could use spells.

At this moment, Ding Huan's voice and explanations were already coming; she could only collect her thoughts and try hard to memorize them.

She had a premonition that Ding Huan seemed to be teaching her everything he knew, as if he were about to leave her.

This thought made her feel panicked and uneasy. In just a few short days, she had developed a deep reliance on Ding Huan deep in her heart.

She didn't want Ding Huan to leave, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.