Chapter 41: Please Move to Drive F and Imagine for Yourself (Please Follow!)

According to the Yuanzu Wuxian setting, the standard for entering the fourth stage of the Gene Lock is “precise control over energy” and “adjusting and optimizing one’s own genes.”

Those who can achieve both points have entered the early stage of the fourth level, enabling them to reach their strongest combat state, where every ounce of strength is applied with perfect precision and every gene is fully exploited to maximize the power gained from the Main God’s enhancements.

Once one overcomes the heart demon and reaches the mid-stage of the fourth level, the Lunhuizhe ’s mastery of “precision” deepens further, allowing them to rationally restructure and alter their own genes, changing their combat form at this level by selecting different genes—even simulating the abilities of other races…

Naturally, minor tasks such as repairing genetic defects or reshaping the senses are effortlessly achievable.

“So that’s how it is…”

Fifteen minutes later, after hearing Wu Xian’s description of the fourth stage of the Gene Lock, Chu Xuan’s expressionless poker face seemed to ripple slightly.

Though that ripple vanished almost instantly, as if an illusion, Wu Xian, who had been observing him closely, caught it.

So… is this guy truly devoid of any emotion?

Wu Xian thought this to himself, and his gaze toward Chu Xuan grew thoughtful.

To be honest, he had already engaged in multiple invisible clashes and probes with Chu Xuan during Alien 1; though Chu Xuan appeared utterly indifferent, even avoiding direct confrontation when Wu Xian deliberately pressured him.

Yet Wu Xian could still sense that, in his words and actions, Chu Xuan occasionally revealed signs of self-loathing and even self-destruction.

For instance, the plan to blow up the ship to force the Alien Queen to reveal herself was the clearest proof.

Though, given the circumstances at the time, it was indeed a high-risk, high-reward, and viable strategy.

But the problem was… Chu Xuan had made no contingency plans whatsoever, as if it were all or nothing—success or death.

A competent, let alone an excellent, strategist would habitually prepare multiple backup plans when facing danger, to handle any unforeseen changes.

But what about Chu Xuan?

According to the setting, purely in terms of calculation, he is undoubtedly the sole T0-level intellect in the entire Lunhui world, yet his performance in Alien 1 was unremarkable—only slightly better than the original novel, with nothing that particularly impressed Wu Xian.

The only explanation Wu Xian could conceive was that the current Chu Xuan truly didn’t care about surviving, so he hadn’t bothered expending mental energy on overly complex plans; one might even say he had given up entirely.

Thinking of this, Wu Xian looked at Chu Xuan, who seemed lost in thought, and spoke with sincere sincerity: “Just now I mentioned—I once had a teammate who entered the Main God’s space much earlier than I did.”

“During a casual chat, he told me that the Zhongzhou team once had a powerful Lunhuizhe whose situation was very similar to yours—also born with a lack of emotional capacity.”

“But after he unlocked the Gene Lock to the mid-stage and overcame his heart demon, his emotions gradually returned, until he became indistinguishable from a normal person.”

“This is a living example, so Chu Xuan—if you want to become a real person, one who can cry and laugh, then never give up—fight to survive!”

“In the Main God’s space, as long as you have enough reward points, you can obtain anything—including knowledge about the Gene Lock. I believe that with your intelligence and ability, you will eventually unravel its secrets and, like that elder, reclaim what rightfully belongs to you!”

After several bowls of steaming hot emotional Jitang , Chu Xuan’s reaction remained unclear, but beside him, Zhan Lan had already been ignited—her beautiful face flushed with longing, her gaze toward Chu Xuan filled with encouragement: “That’s right, Chu Xuan, you’re so smart, you can definitely do it.”

“...I will do my best.”

Chu Xuan lifted his hand and adjusted his flat-framed glasses, then looked at Wu Xian and asked calmly: “I still have some questions about the Main God’s space and team battles—do you have time?”

“Of course… no!”

Wu Xian replied with a serious expression, then grinned: “Just kidding—I have time, but I’ve been running around too much lately and am genuinely tired…”

“Tomorrow. Let’s wait until everyone gathers to discuss it, and we can also talk about the specifics of the next round of enhancements—you can offer some… uh, constructive input.”

Remembering how Chu Xuan in the original novel had been obsessed with the Ogre Bloodline, Wu Xian wiped away nonexistent sweat from his forehead.

“Understood. Then… see you tomorrow.”

Chu Xuan nodded, then rose and walked toward the Main God’s glowing orb—just as in the original plot—he planned to stay up all night, determined to wrestle with the Main God to the end.

Wu Xian shook his head slightly, then rose and headed toward his room, planning to soak in a hot bath first, then sleep soundly—if he could enter the mysterious space, he’d embellish his experience in Alien 1 with all the flair he could muster…

Oh, almost forgot—all Wu Xians share memories, so it doesn’t matter!

He mentally scoffed, about to close his door, when suddenly a pale, slender hand gripped the edge of the doorframe.

Familiar. This scene felt like something he’d seen before.

Wu Xian paused, and when he saw the hand belonged to Zhan Lan, his expression turned peculiar.

Indeed familiar—it vaguely recalled the time after the Zhongzhou team’s second return from the Biohazard world.

Back then, Wu Xian had discovered Zhan Lan had awakened telekinesis, so he’d forcibly squeezed into her room that night to explain the roles of psychic controllers and mentalists, guiding her toward the Mutant Bloodline enhancement.

This moment, precisely mirrored that moment.

The only difference: their positions had swapped—now it was Zhan Lan who had barged into his room.

But the question was—what did Zhan Lan want? To exchange insights on psychic abilities?

“What’s wrong, Zhan Lan? Is there something important?”

Wu Xian, puzzled, suddenly remembered something and chuckled: “Oh! I get it—you’re here about the compensation I promised you… Worried I’ll renege? Don’t worry—I always keep my word. Once I promise, I never break it.”

Zhan Lan blinked, then blushed and stepped into the room. Under Wu Xian’s growing confusion, she turned and shut the door.

At the same time, a slightly trembling voice spoke.

“Will you really not break your promise? Then, Captain… can I choose my own compensation?”

“Of course—you can pick anything I can give you…”

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was suddenly covered.

Feeling the soft pressure on his lips, Wu Xian’s pupils contracted sharply.

What the hell? Did I just get kissed? And by Zhan Lan?!

Dazed, a flood of thoughts raced through his mind. He pulled back, leaned close to her ear, and whispered with a teasing smile: “You were so bold just now—why are you shy now?”

“I… I didn’t expect it to happen so fast…”

Zhan Lan’s face burned crimson. Hearing his teasing laugh beside her ear, she finally gathered courage, lifted her gaze to Wu Xian’s handsome, chiseled face, and whispered softly:

“Wu Xian, I like you. So the compensation I want is… can you try to like me too?”

Wu Xian said nothing. He stared at Zhan Lan for a long moment, then suddenly scooped her up in a bridal carry and strode toward the bathroom.

And after that… need I ask?

Of course—he fucked her senseless!

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