Chapter 52: Thank Goodness I Turned Human

"After working out, a hot bath is so comfortable!"

In the evening, after finishing his body cultivation exercise, Feng Xue turned off the faucet, dried off the water droplets, casually slipped on a silk pajama he'd bought locally, then turned his head and said:

"Alright, you look human now!"

As Feng Xue spoke, the showerhead attached to the faucet suddenly banged and reverted to Liu Yunxi's form.

The moment she landed, Liu Yunxi glared at him, spitting out water while still glaring furiously at Feng Xue; after spitting out roughly seven or eight mouthfuls, she finally seemed to feel somewhat better and shouted loudly:

"Cough! That's too much! You made me—pfft! —turn into this thing! If you wanted a bath, couldn't you just have me boil water outside? There's a bathtub right in the house!"

"I'm not used to that kind of bathing. Besides, by this time, hot water heaters should've already been invented! Why doesn't this little Western-style house have one?" Feng Xue waved his hand carelessly and turned away, afraid that if he didn't look away, he might just end up doing something to this thing in the laundry room (the only room with a floor drain).

Though the manual didn't mention any taboos regarding this, Feng Xue, influenced by his past-life memories of martial arts and xianxia novels, always felt it was better to exercise restraint during the Early Cultivation Stage; if he truly couldn't hold back, he could always seek relief in dreams by finding Seeing Mo Ying.

Still, Liu Yunxi's ability to transform via verbal command was quite interesting—aside from being unable to produce things beyond Feng Xue's understanding, like laser guns, she had many limitations.

For instance, any machinery she created—motorcycles, road rollers, etc. —wasn't truly mechanical; it was more like a transformation result. Though it possessed the hardness of metal and corresponding functions, no screws, rivets, or other parts could be removed, and its energy came directly from magical power, with no place to refuel or charge.

In terms of size, her maximum volume was 27 cubic meters, minimum one cubic millimeter, but she could manifest incorporeal forms like ghosts. Weight was harder for Feng Xue to measure precisely, but the heaviest thing she'd created so far was a road roller—she couldn't even transform into a house larger than a small one, though she could turn into a small airplane; Feng Xue just didn't know how to fly it.

Also, forms composed of multiple disconnected parts—like magazines or sheathed long swords—either emerged as a single, inseparable unit, or simply couldn't be formed at all.

Most importantly, she couldn't handle high-tech devices like computers or cell phones—not because she couldn't transform into them, but because her not-very-smart brain had to do all the calculations. Even turning into a calculator and pressing π would crash it; turning into a radio meant she couldn't precisely transmit or receive specific frequencies, and even if she became a watch, it still relied on her biological clock to tell time.

Yet despite all these limitations, Liu Yunxi's convenience remained undeniable. Even though they'd met less than ten days ago, Feng Xue already felt he couldn't adapt to life without her.

"Clearly, convenient tools make people lazy!"

Mentally reflecting, Feng Xue didn't forget his schedule—he tossed the towel he'd used to dry his hair onto the sink and, facing away from the laundry room, said:

"I'm going to cultivate. Be careful!"

"Got it! I'll bring you some cold dishes in a bit!" Liu Yunxi replied, then ignored him entirely. Feng Xue was used to this, and even felt touched that she'd spontaneously prepared him a midnight snack.

After all, demons understand gratitude.

Thinking of this slightly disrespectful thought, Feng Xue lay on his bed and began cultivation. Though he'd only practiced the body-strengthening technique twice, thanks to the perfect synergy with the Peiyuan Technique, his efficiency in extracting primordial energy had significantly improved. With the same force as usual, he instantly filled the entire house with energy.

"Oh no! How did you make so much?! How am I supposed to cultivate now?!"

Liu Yunxi's shriek came from the kitchen direction. Feng Xue felt a twinge of guilt and immediately activated the Spirit-Control Technique, dragging Seeing Mo Ying out.

"What now?" Seeing Mo Ying poked her head out, asking listlessly. Feng Xue casually pointed and said:

"Clear away the primordial energy outside my bedroom. If I overextract again later, that's yours too."

"Gé me duō xiè zhāodài zāi." Seeing Mo Ying nodded, her tone still cold and detached, revealing not a hint of sincerity.

Feng Xue didn't mind—he slowly controlled his soul to absorb primordial energy. When the energy around him thinned, he was too lazy to gather the energy in the room, instead directly extracting a fresh batch. When hungry, he simply reached out and grabbed the energy-sustaining cold dishes Liu Yunxi had prepared; with a single application of the Ingestion Technique, he'd be as lively as ever.

In no time, his soul was full. He extracted another burst of primordial energy to fill the room, then pulled out a jade tablet inscribed with the character 【Jing】. He rinsed his mouth with magical power, confirmed his lifespan was locked, and then drifted off to sleep, bathed in primordial energy…

…

"?" Feng Xue narrowed his eyes—he found himself again in that landscape of mountains and rivers, and his brow furrowed slightly—

"What's going on? Still not convinced? Learned a bit of kindergarten stuff and got swollen-headed? Playing hide-and-seek with me?"

The moment the thought arose, Feng Xue's vision blurred, and suddenly Seeing Mo Ying glared at him sternly:

"Shá rén dā nǎi duǒ māo māo? Kùn lē hǎi xiàng zhǐ sǐ zhū zāi! Háo shāo pá qǐ lái! Rén jiā cāi shā guò lái liē!"

"What?" Seeing Mo Ying's rapid dialect left Feng Xue momentarily confused, but she clearly had no time to explain—she shoved him and said:

"Fú yào táng gào liē, kuài cè qǐ!"

"Oh!" Though still unclear, Feng Xue wasn't stupid—he knew Seeing Mo Ying wouldn't panic without cause. Even if she was tricking him, all he'd lose was exiting the Illusion. He didn't resist, following her push and exiting the Illusion.

As his consciousness withdrew from the dream, Feng Xue hadn't even had time to think before violent impacts rang out—he immediately realized this was why Seeing Mo Ying had called him. Without hesitation, he leapt from bed, threw on his coat filled with artifacts, gripped the 【Lei】 jade tablet in one hand and the Spirit-Control Jade Seal in the other, and marched out.

As soon as he stepped out of his bedroom, Feng Xue saw Liu Yunxi pressing her back against the mansion's metal front door, the thudding sounds coming from it.

"What's going on?"

Feng Xue kept his distance. The moment he spoke, Liu Yunxi blurted out in frustration:

"That old man from earlier said zombies and ghosts are coming! Thank goodness you turned me human—if you hadn't, you'd be dead!"

"Zombies? Ghosts?"

Feng Xue's drowsy mind snapped fully awake. Ghosts? He wasn't afraid of those—but zombies? That was another matter—

Who knew if being bitten by a zombie and turning into one counted as shortening his lifespan or granting immortality under the Golden Finger's logic!

Regarding skepticism about a fridge and watch being valuable, and using a watch to buy a fridge…

Honestly, it feels a bit lacking in historical common sense.

Explaining luxury theories is too tedious—just list actual data.

The tech level in this story is roughly between cyanide and early wok era—let's take 1920.

At this time, refrigerator prices fluctuated little; brand differences were only in function and capacity. All domestically were imports, including tariffs, roughly 300–600 silver taels. A 1925 Shenbao refrigerator ad listed one at 450 silver taels; what was truly expensive was the electricity—running a fridge at full power cost about 20 silver taels per month.

As for watches, they were pure luxury items, like jewelry. Excluding low-end models that could only tell time (which still cost 50–60 silver taels), mid-range mechanical watches with water resistance and calendar functions cost about 100–200 silver taels. Higher-end brands like Patek Philippe or Vacheron Constantin could reach a staggering 2,000 silver taels. By the way, a Ford car in that year cost 3,000 silver taels.

Now look at the protagonist's watch—Yiwu-made, using a new alloy (cheap now, but black tech a century ago), with water resistance, calendar, luminous features (don't underestimate this—some even plated with radioactive material for glow), precision far surpassing the best mechanical movements (understand quartz's dimensional superiority over mechanical), and design centuries ahead—wouldn't a mid-to-high-end price be reasonable?

Not to mention the protagonist didn't bring just one or two.

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(End of Chapter)