Chapter 116: Ah, Good—I've Reached Seventh Rank! 42k, Please Subscribe

Wang Wu hadn't slept long; after he woke up, the Great Cold season still hadn't ended, it was only a few days past.

He opened his eyes, his pupils rolled around, seeing up and down, left and right. In any case, it wasn't the room he lives in at the Wang family, nor could it be Wang Lan's boudoir.

Sworn brother!!

He turned his head and saw Yao Qing beside him. She had changed clothes, her face was much cleaner, though obvious tear marks were still visible.

Now seeing Wang Wu awake, the tears in her eyes instantly burst forth.

"Why are you crying?"

Wang Wu, feeling his body barely recovered, raised his hand stiffly and wiped the tears from Yao Qing's face. However, the move clearly had no effect; the more he wiped, the more tears appeared.

"I remember you didn't do this at first."

After trying to wipe Yao Qing's tears for a while without success, Wang Wu felt helpless and changed his strategy.

He stopped wiping her tears and instead gently stroked Yao Qing's cheek.

"Don't cry; crying too much makes you look bad. Though you look beautiful when you cry, seeing you like this makes me, brother, feel heartache."

"Don't cry, okay? Don't cry. Brother, what's wrong with me?"

This tactic was indeed very effective; it seems the consecutive brain performance boost is truly useful, folks.

The effect of this combo was immediate; in the blink of an eye, Yao Qing's crying abruptly stopped.

"Sworn... sworn brother..." she retreated a step in panic, but the gentle sensation from Wang Wu's palm remained on her cheek.

At that moment, she felt as if a flame were burning in her chest, and the flame grew ever stronger.

Wang Wu's palm temperature, the lingering touch on her face, and his earlier words.

Countless sensations became fuel for that flame, making it burn brighter and her thoughts grow increasingly chaotic.

"What's wrong, little sister?" Wang Wu asked, looking at his sworn sister.

"No, no..." Yao Qing shook her head, stammering.

Because her mind was chaotic, she couldn't form a complete sentence: "I just... uh, um, I... sworn brother, I..."

"Miss Yao hasn't slept these past few days; why not rest first?"

But at that moment, a voice that suddenly appeared helped the embarrassed Yao Qing out of her predicament.

After receiving the report, Si Tu Jin immediately came to Wang Wu's convalescence room.

These past days, the Si family summoned the best physicians of the Southern Province, prepared a large stock of rare pills, and stood by Wang Wu's side twenty‑four hours a day.

Although they had little effect, because Wang Wu's current condition was restored by his own regenerative ability.

On her way to Wang Wu's room, Si Tu Jin walked briskly; her expression was neutral, yet anyone could see she was extremely pleased at that moment.

She pushed open the door, entered the room, and at a glance saw Yao Qing, whose mind had exploded after Wang Wu's face‑touch combo.

She walked to Wang Wu's bedside, smiled brightly at him, her body completely shielding Yao Qing behind her.

"You're awake?"

She asked.

"Ah." Looking at the woman before him, the tenderness on Wang Wu's face vanished instantly.

"What are you doing?"

"I came to see you." Seeing Wang Wu's sudden change in demeanor, if it had been a few days earlier, Si Tu Jin's heart would not have stirred at all.

But today, at this moment, for some reason, a strange feeling arose in her heart.

However, she herself did not realize this.

"Just to look at me?" Wang Wu frowned. "Don't you know I've been hungry for days?"

Just as he finished speaking, a maid brought a tray up, on which sat an exquisite porcelain bottle.

"Young Hero Wang, the physician instructed that once you awaken, you may begin taking this Heavenly Heart Restoring Life Pill."

"Sworn brother, let me feed you."

Although Yao Qing's mind was still a mush behind her, hearing the maid's words instantly brought her back to normal.

She then stood up, intending to take the pill and give it to Wang Wu. But before her hand could reach, the pill in the tray had already vanished.

"Let me, Miss Yao." Si Tu Jin, holding the porcelain bottle, had already removed the stopper, poured a pill onto her hand, and gently gave it to Wang Wu.

"Miss Yao has been staying by your sworn brother's side these past days, not having closed her eyes. Why not rest for a while?"

While feeding Wang Wu the medicine, Si Tu Jin said without turning her head.

"I'm fine, brother..." Yao Qing, looking at Si Tu Jin who blocked her, felt new emotions arise within her.

She stared at the Si Tu Jin before her, her face returning to her usual cool demeanor, and said slowly:

"I just want to stay here and watch over you, brother."

"Then you also need to rest, okay? How can you not rest?" After swallowing the pill, Wang Wu looked up, changed his angle, and said to Yao Qing behind Si Tu Jin:

"You've gone days without closing your eyes; what will happen if you wear out your body? How about you sleep in my room for a while?"

Saying that, Wang Wu looked around, but found no other bed.

Then, with difficulty, he shifted aside, "Then how about you lie down beside me and sleep for a bit; this bed has plenty of empty space, brother."

These words left Yao Qing stunned again; the earlier face‑touch combined with a mental attack had turned her mind into mush.

She had barely recovered from the previous bomb attack, and now a second wave, a nuclear bomb, arrived.

Although her mind had lost all reason, her mouth offered no hesitation, instinctively agreeing:

"Okay..."

"Our Si family has many guest rooms; there's one next door."

But Si Tu Jin could only say, as befits a Half‑Step Break Delusion, and instantly cut off Yao Qing's response.

"Brother Wang is still seriously injured; even if you siblings are close, this won't aid his recovery."

Having said that, without waiting for Yao Qing's reply, Si Tu Jin snapped her fingers.

"Miss." A maid immediately came over.

"Go next door and prepare a guest room for Miss Yao Qing," Si Tu Jin ordered.

"Yes, miss," the maid replied respectfully, then stood beside Yao Qing.

"Miss Yao."

At that moment, Si Tu Jin's sudden interruption snapped Yao Qing's reason back into her mind.

However, she still stared at Si Tu Jin for a while, then turned to the maid:

"Then I'll trouble you, miss."

Having said that, she rose and walked with the other toward the doorway.

If she had felt indifferent before, now she began to dislike the woman named Si Tu Jin a little.

After seeing Yao Qing off, Si Tu Jin placed the porcelain bottle back onto the tray the maid was holding.

"Really not tasty, damn it, what dog shit," Wang Wu chewed the pill in his mouth a couple of times and cursed furiously.

"Good medicine is bitter, Brother Wang, you should endure a bit longer."

Hearing Si Tu Jin's words, Wang Wu was suddenly stunned, then he looked at her:

"I thought you were going to ask me if I'd eaten dog shit, but it turns out you didn't say it?"

As he spoke, Wang Wu looked at her with a very surprised expression:

"You woman, are you trying to give me more investment again, so that I can study under you?"

"Haha, Brother Wang, you've figured it out," Si Tu Jin smiled lightly.

But a trace of melancholy flashed through her heart.

"Thanks."

Wang Wu gave her a gentle smile, "This time you're truly sincere."

"Brother Wang, there's no need to overthink," Si Tu Jin said with a smile, "I really just …"

"Are you angry?"

Wang Wu asked.

"I just …"

"Is it that I'm angry?"

"I …"

"Haha, you're impatient, that's kind of cute."

Si Tu Jin's face turned ashen as she turned and hurried out of the room.

She glanced at her phone; it was 9:30 a. m., the third day of the Great Cold.

Not long after Si Tu Jin left, the doctor came over to check Wang Wu's condition.

After confirming his recovery was good, the doctor, also quite surprised and curious, asked him some questions.

For lunch, Wang Wu ate only liquid and soft, easily digestible foods, a menu prescribed by the doctor considering his condition.

Medicine in this world is equally advanced, and the effects of various pills are extraordinarily potent.

As for surgery, there's no need to say more; the precision of transcendent doctors is terrifying, for they can actually reconnect a person's nerves one by one.

And it's both fast and excellent.

But Wang Wu doesn't really need it, so surgeons have little use for him.

A few days later, nourished by both pills and gourmet meals, Wang Wu soon was able to go down to the field.

His first act upon returning to the field was to go back to the fortress and spend time with the girls.

The affection was indeed there, but only limited to close whispers; there was hardly any hugging.

"Wu Lang, we can't do this! This isn't the time for that, can you hold back, Wu Lang?"

There was no way; the girls were unwilling, and Wang Wu naturally couldn't force it.

Even their gazes at him were almost devouring him whole.

But there was no choice; for Wang Wu's wounds to heal faster, they could only act this way.

So in the following days, Wang Wu could only turn that desire into cultivation desire.

Every day, aside from eating and drinking, it was only cultivation; there was no leisure at all.

Time quickly reached the second week of the Great Cold, and only a few days remained until the lightless winter ended.

This year, the people of Nan Zhou had a good winter, because Wang Wu directly erased Tong Tian Cheng, thereby also erasing the demonic calamities of Nan Zhou.

Now, although Si Hun Shan still teems with numerous demons, for the nearby cities it is no longer a problem.

With the cities under less pressure, the villages felt even less strain.

Everyone was happy, except for a certain group.

"Tong Tian Cheng is gone."

On Si Hun Shan, several silhouettes floated silently in the air, gazing at the massive abyss spanning five thousand square kilometers ahead.

"This is …" a tall, slender man said, looking at the abyss ahead, his voice filled with awe:

"Just… just a single strike?"

"And to possess such great power?"

"I fear that the boy named Wang Wu, his sect is certainly not a school of our world," at that moment, another female cultivator also spoke.

"Do you mean… he is an alien?" the tall cultivator asked.

The latter nodded, "Probably. Even the heads of those extinct sects could not wield such power; this is already close to the might of those demon gods."

"This… this…" the tall cultivator was stunned.

"Exactly," the female cultivator said.

His sect's techniques are probably inherited from the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Court is dead, but not all its people have become demonic. Since they can still retain reason, they will naturally continue the Heavenly Court's inheritance.

You, Liu, what do you think of Wang Wu, where does he come from?

The female cultivator said nothing, merely casting her gaze toward some point in the night sky.

"......" Noticing her gaze, Liu, a cultivator, was momentarily stunned and immediately retorted:

According to the last expedition of the former Great Summer dynasty, the natives of that realm hadn't even developed a True Realm, so how could it possibly …

"Great Summer has been extinct for countless ages, Daoist friend," the female cultivator interrupted Liu.

"Countless years—could they be short?" she asked.

The latter remained silent.

"Since you know that countless ages are not short, why then can't the natives living there surpass us?"

"But those are indeed countless years, countless moments…" the female cultivator said.

"Great Summer to Great Shang, Great Shang to Great Zhou. Up to now, dynasties have changed three times, and that amounts to merely countless ten‑thousands of years, not even thirty thousand years."

"Liu," the female cultivator said, looking at him:

"Do you still think countless years are short?"

On a distant other planet.

It is an extremely bizarre planet, drifting alone in the orbit of a main‑sequence star system.

At the very center of this solar system lies a long‑extinguished sun, like a corpse.

And within this main‑sequence system, planets like this are everywhere.

In this dead, stagnant system, only one planet still harbors intelligent life.

This planet still orbits, unlike its sibling worlds that have long since ceased motion.

But it does not rotate, so half of its surface is perpetually shrouded in darkness.

On the dark side of this planet, in a profoundly remote region, a gigantic humanoid is bound by countless chains, kneeling in an endless crimson sea, each chain piercing its flesh.

After a moment, it lifts its head.

Its face bears no features, only eyes—dense, countless eyes.

But the eyes are not confined to its face; they also cover its body, floating within the blood sea.

"Ah…"

It raises its head from the blood sea, countless scarlet eyes on its face gazing toward the crimson dome above.

This place resembles a dungeon, a prison for this humanoid creature.

"Sky‑Connecting City… has vanished…"

"That little thing does indeed exist…"

"Hehe, hehehe, hehe, ha…"

The voice is utterly eerie, yet saturated with divinity.

"Ha ha, it's done!!!"

Elsewhere, specifically in the Southern Prefecture of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Situ family.

Wang Wu, seated cross‑legged in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes and looked ahead.

Divine radiance blossomed in his pupils, his entire spirit in a state of extreme exhilaration.

"Yi! Good! I've become it! I've become it!"

He leapt up from the ground, flailing his arms and legs, running and shouting throughout the Situ family's garden:

"Hehe, hahaha! Damn it, I've become it, I've become it!!!"

"I am a Seventh‑rank Warrior now!! Hahaha!!!"

(End of chapter)