Chapter 130: Water Purifier

Lin Xian accepted it with slight surprise and asked, “Is this Level 1 purified water standard set by Phoenix Society?”

“Yes.”

Xu Jin pulled out a silver detection device: “This is a Phoenix Society research instrument—including a Soul-Dispersion Meter. We traded blood essence for it on the Silver Star. They bought a lot from Phoenix Society’s mobile rescue stations; reportedly, their vehicle even has light industrial manufacturing equipment, making it more standardized than ours.”

“There should be Phoenix Society representatives at the airfield now, but I don’t know if they’ll trade.”

Lin Xian thought for a moment, returned to the vehicle, filled a cup with water from the purifier, and brought it out. “Xu Ge, check this water for me.”

Xu Jin nodded. “Is this from the train’s purification system? Fine, I’ll test it.”

Testing was effortless; Xu Jin simply inserted the silver device into Lin Xian’s cup. After a few seconds, a green light flashed on the device.

Lin Xian assumed this meant the test was complete, but Xu Jin and the other two instantly paled.

“Level 1 purified water?!!!”

“This…!!”

Old Mo lowered his sunglasses and stared at Lin Xian with stark disbelief. “Kid, did you just distill this?”

“No,” Lin Xian replied, startled. “It’s from the purifier.”

Xu Jin and Shu Qin exchanged glances. “That’s impossible. Even high-end purifiers today only produce Level 2 water. Only immediate distillation yields Level 1—and even then, if stored over an hour, it gets contaminated. It can’t stay at Level 1.”

“Is that true?”

Lin Xian turned and called to Chen Sixuan on the vehicle: “Chen Laoshi, bring me a sealed bottled water.”

Chen Sixuan nodded and quickly handed him an unopened bottle. Lin Xian poured it into a cup and had Xu Jin test it again.

“Useless,” Xu Jin said, testing the bottle water with the device. A yellow light immediately glowed. “Even sealed bottled water can’t escape the night’s corruption.”

“See? Green means Level 1, yellow means Level 2. Orange or red water is absolutely undrinkable.”

Seeing this, Lin Xian frowned slightly.

He understood: even the cleanest sealed bottled water became tainted by the night. But according to Xu Jin, Level 2 was still drinkable—so his purifier’s output was cleaner than bottled water?

How was that possible?

Realizing this, Lin Xian silently considered: if water becomes contaminated after an hour, there was only one way to test it.

He would filter the bottled water through his purifier, then leave it in the vehicle for over an hour—if it remained Level 1, then the heteromorphic cube

truly blocked night corruption!

“Captain Lin, what model is your purifier? It filters Level 1 water directly?”

Xu Jin and Shu Qin’s eyes gleamed with eagerness. Even if water degraded to Level 2 after an hour, boiling it might offer psychological comfort—even if it couldn’t reach Level 1.

To truly achieve Level 1, only distillation worked—but that consumed far more energy than boiling. Few caravans were this picky; as long as water reached Level 2 and didn’t kill you, they accepted it.

Yet Lin Xian’s purifier produced Level 1 water without distillation—meaning clean water anytime, anywhere. This was absolute top-tier equipment!

“I obtained it earlier,” Lin Xian said, pausing under their eager stares. “But I have more than one on my vehicle. If you want, you can trade blood essence for it.”

Manufacturing such purifiers wasn’t difficult for Lin Xian. Hiding them served no purpose—better to trade for blood essence. His “Infinity” train had only two blood essences total: one Level 1 on the radio, one Level 2 on the Soul-Dispersion Meter. Not a single extra.

“Really?”

Xu Jin’s eyes lit up. “Captain Lin, how many do you have?”

“Two.”

Lin Xian shrugged. “But I’ll need to dismantle them first.”

“You have two of these top-tier devices? Kid, you struck gold!” Old Mo exclaimed. “How much blood essence? I’ll trade for one too.”

Xu Jin and Shu Qin exchanged glances. “We can share one unit between our two caravans—plus our original ones, that’s enough. But we don’t have much blood essence; all ours are small. We heard big anomalies yield larger essences, but we’re no match for them.”

With over a hundred people, one Level 1 purifier and two Level 2 purifiers would be more than sufficient.

Xu Jin and Shu Qin reasoned: if Level 1 water was reserved only for children and the injured, it would reduce night corruption risks.

“We have five now—some we traded for.”

Xu Jin pulled out five small blood essences. Lin Xian recognized them immediately: the smallest Type 1 anomaly essences, equivalent to those from red worms, mist spiders, or three-faced horrors. He was slightly surprised—this caravan’s strength wasn’t weak. Indeed, numbers did bolster power.

!

“Three then,” Lin Xian decided. He didn’t want to be greedy, but he knew this purifier was vital—asking too little would seem suspicious.

“Really?!” Xu Jin and Shu Qin immediately agreed, handing him three blood essences.

Old Mo said nothing, reached into his pocket, fumbled, then pulled out a metal box. Inside were four more blood essences. “Give these to Xiao Le and the others for clean water—I want one too.”

Lin Xian nodded silently, took the six blood essences, and returned to the vehicle. About ten minutes later, he and Da Lou carried two purifiers down, one after the other.

The A1 Subcritical Reverse Osmosis Purifier was sizable—significantly larger than Shu Qin’s original units.

At once, members of Xu Jin and Shu Qin’s caravan gathered around, staring at the sleek white purifier with astonishment.

“Damn, this purifier looks so high-end!”

“Must be top-tier Federation gear…”

“I wonder how much it’s worth!”

Xu Jin and Shu Qin quickly ordered their people to carry it aboard the heavy truck, where the caravan’s core equipment and vital survival supplies were stored.

“Thank you so much,” Shu Qin said, gratitude in her eyes. She glanced at Lin Xian’s train. “You’ve traveled so far—it’s exhausting. If I had the chance, I’d bring my whole family to join your train. Surviving in this world is too hard.”

Lin Xian sighed inwardly.

He’d considered it before: if he extended the train with more survival cars, he could carry many passengers.

Especially after hearing Old Mo mention the Silver Star and the Mobile Castle of Longshan—both sounded exactly like his original goal. Now, hearing Shu Qin say this, he began to think differently.

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(End of Chapter)