Chapter 49: Another Newcomer Has Arrived! (Seek Follow-Reads! Seek Collection!)

In the end, Wu Xian chose none of them—or rather, he took them all.

But he did not have the Main God enhance him directly; instead, he exchanged one B-level subplot and 2,800 reward points to purchase all seven Marvelous Techniques outright.

At Wu Xian’s request, the cultivation methods transformed into seven white jade slips, each readable merely by placing it against the third eye.

Wu Xian had no intention of cultivating them himself; he planned to enter the mysterious space and outsource them to other Wu Xians, letting himself reap the benefits for free.

By the way, although the mysterious space appeared in his dreams every night, the several Wu Xians did not always meet, and the flow of time in their respective worlds differed entirely.

The Tunshi Wu Xian’s time flow was similar to his own, roughly a 1:1.5 ratio, but the Fate-Man Wu Xian’s flowed far faster—often, while Wu Xian here had barely passed through one horror world, the other had already lived through a month, even half a year.

Wu Xian had not seen the One-Man Wu Xian last night, but the Tunshi Wu Xian mentioned him—he seemed to have an even more extreme time ratio, measured in years.

Moreover, the One-Man Wu Xian had already broken through to Reverse Life Second Stage and, with the aid of his divine advantage, became the strongest among the younger generation of the San Yi Sect, even beating the Old Heavenly Master to claim the achievement of slapping Lu Jin into tears.

“Slow time flow is good—later, I’ll provide cultivation methods, you guys train for me, and when I grow stronger, I’ll gain richer reward points to feed back enhancements to you. Isn’t this a win-win… no, a multi-win?”

Thinking happily, Wu Xian exchanged one B-level subplot and 3,000 reward points with the Main God for a treasure called “Muyajing.”

This was a celestial treasure from the world of *The Tunshi Star*, brimming with potent life energy, capable of propelling a cultivator at Apprentice 8th or 9th Stage to Planetary Level within a month.

Converted to the Infinite World’s tiers, it roughly equated to Tier Four… though without a Gene Lock.

Wu Xian’s current martial artist level was already on the verge of breaking into Low-Grade God of War—nearly Apprentice 7th Stage.

If he could fully absorb this Muyajing, he would at least reach Apprentice 8th Stage; even leaping three tiers directly to Apprentice 9th was not impossible.

At that point, combined with his Third-Stage Gene Lock, he would face Tier Four elites without fear—far more cost-effective than exchanging for an uncertain A-rank bloodline requiring tedious adaptation!

“Zhan Lan, I still have one B-level and one C-level subplot left—split into four C-levels, enough to enhance two of your psychic control skills.”

After stowing the Muyajing in his storage space, Wu Xian turned to Zhan Lan, freshly enhanced, smiled, and summoned a glowing screen before her.

【Mind Whip: The user must possess psychic talent. When an opponent’s psychic controller attempts to spy on or control your team members, you may lash your own psychic energy into a whip to strike their psychic core. As your psychic power grows, this whip may evolve into Mind Shock…】

【To exchange for this skill: pay two C-level subplots and 3,000 reward points.】

【Mind Control: The user must possess psychic talent. Can control ordinary people with weak willpower, no Gene Lock, and low power. As your psychic power grows, you may even control low-tier psychic controllers…】

【To exchange for this skill: pay two C-level subplots and 3,000 reward points.】

“This… this is way too expensive!”

Zhan Lan, seeing the required reward points and subplots, swallowed hard—this much could forge a fighter rivaling Mou Gang and Li Xiaoyi, yet now it was all being spent on her, filling her with immense pressure.

“I told you before—psychic controllers are irreplaceable for a team. Even without our relationship, I’d still pour resources into strengthening you.”

Wu Xian gently caressed Zhan Lan’s cheek, speaking softly, then whispered psychically: “Of course, if you feel guilty, compensate me well tonight—consider it interest.”

Yeah, don’t ask why they could psychically communicate—ask is the path to the soul; if you’ve Datong that, you might as well Datong the mind too.

“Pfft! Shameless!”

Seeing the mental image sent by Wu Xian, Zhan Lan’s face flushed crimson; she spat back psychically, then began accepting the two psychic enhancements.

After a while, Chu Xuan and Lingdian completed their enhancements first, descending from the sky.

Unlike Zheng Zha and the others, neither had changed in demeanor or physique—if not for the Main God’s light pillar, one might doubt they’d exchanged anything at all.

“How do you feel?”

Wu Xian, unsurprised, smiled and asked curiously.

Chu Xuan said nothing, eyes closed as if sensing something; Lingdian’s expression was subtly strange.

After hesitation, he drew a dagger from his waist and, before Luo Li and the others’ shocked stares, sliced off one of his own fingers.

A spray of blood erupted, then instantly ceased; a black mist-like substance enveloped the wound, and a brand-new finger reappeared before them, as if 3D-printed.

The severed finger had vanished entirely—as if the act had been nothing but a magic trick.

“So it really is immortality! Then unless the Main God erases him, Lingdian can run rampant in horror worlds!”

Zheng Zha, Li Xiaoyi, and the others stared at Lingdian, faces brimming with envy.

“It’s not that simple. This ‘regeneration’ has many weaknesses.”

Lingdian smiled bitterly. “For example, as described, if my body is damaged beyond 30%, I still die. And when I regenerate, I must do so from the largest remaining flesh mass—if my head is severed, my body grows a new one. But will that new brain still be me? That’s debatable.”

“Ah… this…”

Hearing this, those who had just been envious now felt uneasy, even slightly unnerved.

“Relax—it’s not that bad. Don’t forget the Aryan’s built-in clone bodyguard; it can protect you for a while. If even that can’t stop a beheading, then our squad’s already doomed—you might as well just lie down and give up.”

Wu Xian waved his hand, telling Lingdian not to be so pessimistic, and asked him to demonstrate his clone skill.

The result was poor—Lingdian had just been enhanced and could barely summon a vague black mist, resembling a dark mage, radiating pure villainous aura.

But the issue was minor—just a matter of practice. After injecting the T-virus, unlocking First-Stage Gene Lock, and returning to the Alien world to train, Lingdian’s talent would surely master the technique.

“Chu Xuan, how about you? Are your ideas flowing like a waterfall? Can you hand-craft an atomic bomb now?”

After encouraging Lingdian, Wu Xian turned eagerly toward Chu Xuan, who had just opened his eyes, his face full of anticipation.

“First, even without exchanging for the Three-Eyed Race bloodline, crafting an atomic bomb isn’t difficult for me.”

Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses, speaking calmly: “Second, my intellect and computational power have risen sharply—I’ve solved many problems I once couldn’t crack.”

Next, I’ll exchange with the Main God for suitable research tools, then return to the Alien world to use the resources of the [Viland Tang Gu] Corporation to upgrade and optimize everyone’s gear and weapons.

Of course, if you have any custom equipment requests, speak up—I’ll do my best.

“Funny—I do have something I want you to make.”

Wu Xian nodded, communicated with the Main God, and a stack of blueprints materialized in his hands.

“These are the schematics for the ‘Cerebro Amplifier’ from X-Men. I think you can build it. With this and Zhan Lan’s ability, we’ll gain a major advantage in our next team battle.”

“A good idea. Any specific requirements?”

Chu Xuan took the blueprints and asked casually.

“Uh, I want the Cerebro Amplifier to be portable—its power can be weaker, no need for Professor X’s level, but at least let Zhan Lan’s psychic scan cover half of Nihon Island.”

“Also, make it stylish and durable—able to withstand continuous C-level attacks. And include a fingerprint authentication system—only Zhan Lan can use it; no one else.”

Honestly, these demands were absurd. If the original creator of the Cerebro Amplifier, Beast Hank, heard Wu Xian’s list, he’d grab Professor X’s wheelchair and hurl it at him, telling him to get lost.

But Chu Xuan…

“No problem. I’ll give it a try.”

Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses, voice as calm as ever, yet giving the impression that everything was already under his control.

“By the way!”

At that moment, Wu Xian remembered something, pulled a white jade slip from his storage space, and handed it to Chu Xuan: “Take a look when you have time—it might help with crafting mystical artifacts.”

Chu Xuan took it and, as Wu Xian instructed, pressed it to his third eye.

Instantly, a flood of information surged into his mind.

“Shenji Bailian…”

…

Night fell. After a vigorous “battle,” Wu Xian carried Zhan Lan, exhausted and disheveled, into the bathroom. After cleaning her body, he held her soft form close and fell asleep, utterly content.

When he “opened” his eyes again, the familiar gray path appeared before him. Wu Xian smiled faintly and strode forward, walking straight into the pale mysterious space.

But as soon as he stepped inside, he froze—then his face lit up with delight, for he saw two figures, one of whom he had never met before.

Finally… another new person has arrived!

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