Chapter 1340

Hearing that important figure call out Lu Yang's name, the attendants were in an uproar.

Who is Lu Yang? He is the savior of Blue Star; even a child who doesn't study history, a clueless person insensitive to politics who doesn't know who the current leader is, knows Lu Yang's name.

One could say that without Lu Yang, Blue Star would have long become a zombie planet, or perhaps become a captive of the Candle Heaven Civilization!

But the problem is that Lu Yang died fighting in outer space long ago—how could he possibly appear here, and so young, with his appearance not matching the photos in the textbooks?

Is that important figure senile in old age, blurring fantasy and reality?

Upon hearing Lu Yang's answer, the white-haired doctor rolled her eyes and fainted outright, frightening the attendants into rushing to support her.

Lu Yang, however, had already supported the doctor before they could, secretly infusing a hint of spiritual energy to revive her.

"Doctor Xiahe, you're still this timid."

Lu Yang said with a smiling squint; when he first met the doctor, she seemed bold but was actually timid— to train her courage, Lu Yang often threw her into zombie piles, never expecting that after so many years, her timidity remained unchanged.

The doctor gazed dazedly at the unfamiliar young face and familiar sharp-tongued tone, and she could affirm that this person before her was none other than the damned Lu Yang!

She just didn't know why he had changed his appearance and become so young.

Anyway, since I've known Lu Yang, this bastard has been strangely peculiar; earlier he even told me he had two little people in his head, one called Blue Star Will, the other called Zombie Planet Will.

"If I'm scared to death by you, Lu Yang, even as a ghost I won't let you off!" Doctor Xiahe said through gritted teeth; she hadn't felt this angry in a long time.

In this world, perhaps only Lu Yang could stir her emotions.

"Rest assured, now ghosts dare not come looking for me." Seeing the doctor again, Lu Yang was in high spirits.

"Seeing you one last time before I die, I can die without regret." Doctor Xiahe shook her head with a smile; her face was withered beyond recognition, hard to imagine she was once a stunning beauty in her youth.

If she had seen Lu Yang ten years ago, seeing herself aged now, she would feel ashamed and unwilling to appear before him, hoping Lu Yang's memory of her would forever remain youthful and beautiful.

But now her time is near, and being able to see Lu Yang one last time is already all she could ask for.

"With me here, you still want to die?" Lu Yang felt no sorrow, only amusement.

Doctor Xiahe shook her head: "I know my own body best; after seeing you, I feel much better than before—this must be the temporary vigor before death, and I won't last long."

"... You won't die, don't lie there." Lu Yang grabbed Doctor Xiahe and pulled her up, frightening the attendants into panic; they knew best how weak Doctor Xiahe was, yet they couldn't bear such rough handling.

Yet Doctor Xiahe seemed perfectly fine, her breathing much smoother.

As a doctor, she knew her body's abnormalities better than anyone—this absolutely was not the temporary vigor before death!

"You... what did you do?"

Lu Yang glanced at the wary attendants around them, half-smiling: "Are you sure you want to say that here?"

The attendants certainly didn't believe the young man before them was Lu Yang; they thought Doctor Xiahe was senile, deceived by someone with ulterior motives.

Outside, crowds were already being evacuated, armed police had surrounded the area, seeking suitable sniper positions.

"Come to my home." Doctor Xiahe said, yet the attendants had no intention of making way.

Doctor Xiahe felt embarrassed; she knew exactly what the attendants were thinking—even if she gave a firm order, for her own safety, they would not step aside.

"You show the way, I'll take you there." Lu Yang held Doctor Xiahe like carrying a sack of rice, lifting her horizontally and flying out of the museum, leaving the attendants and armed police gaping.

The armed police dared not fire, fearing to accidentally injure Doctor Xiahe, so they could only let them leave.

Doctor Xiahe widened her eyes—this bastard, after not seeing him for so many years, could actually fly?!

"Where is your home?"

"Fly east!" Doctor Xiahe raised her arm pointing east; being held horizontally by Lu Yang didn't bother her—instead, she felt a bit excited, reminding her of the apocalypse when Lu Yang often dragged her through zombie encroachments.

After a few directions, Lu Yang quickly arrived at Doctor Xiahe's home, a villa.

"You've done well these years, living in a villa now—I still live in a cave." Lu Yang teased.

Doctor Xiahe sighed: "I originally wanted a small house, but the government insisted it was unsafe and arranged for me to live here."

"Such a big house just for you alone?"

"Not exactly—there are nannies and security staff inside; darn it, I don't have a key." How could someone of Doctor Xiahe's status possibly carry a key?

Before she finished speaking, Lu Yang stepped forward, phased through the wall, and entered the villa.

No missing characters, no omissions—every single one present and correct!

Doctor Xiahe stared blankly—how was this done again?

"Where have you been all these years?" Doctor Xiahe asked; after not seeing each other for decades, Lu Yang had become increasingly mysterious.

Lu Yang waved his hand: "No rush, I'll treat your illness first."

Doctor Xiahe's body was riddled with holes like a torn sack, leaking wind everywhere, her vitality rapidly fading; calling it an illness was a stretch—it was more like the old injuries from her youthful reckless struggles, now flaring up with age; her saying she was about to die was no joke—it was true.

That she could survive to now was less a miracle and more due to sheer obsession clinging to a single breath.

Doctor Xiahe's body couldn't withstand strain; if any cultivator took her on, they'd have to dilute medicines, gradually adjust her body, wash tendons and purify marrow—requiring days or even months of effort.

But Lu Yang made it simple—he activated the embryonic form of the Path of Traced Origin Dao Fruit and tapped Doctor Xiahe's forehead.

Miraculous radiance spread from her forehead to her entire body; wherever it passed, skin became smooth and tender, reborn anew.

"This... this..." Doctor Xiahe stared in astonishment at her body, as if returned to her twenties, just as when she first met Lu Yang, brimming with inexhaustible energy.

She tried her best to imagine Lu Yang's strangeness, yet this method still overturned her understanding.

Doctor Xiahe never dreamed she could return to her youthful appearance.

"How about it, Doctor Xiahe—is my medical skill now higher than yours?" Previously, Doctor Xiahe often quarreled with Lu Yang, mocking his ignorance of medicine; now Lu Yang could finally mock back.

"What have you experienced all these years?" Doctor Xiahe's expression was complex; she couldn't help but recall Blue Star Will telling her that Lu Yang died on the Spirit Stone Planet, and she had wept uncontrollably.

But then she couldn't afford to grieve too much, as Blue Star Will still needed her to organize human strength to resolve the zombie threat—this was also Lu Yang's final instruction to Blue Star Will before his death.

At that time she could only suppress her sorrow, always presenting a fiery, vigorous image before outsiders—this contrast is why she left behind the root of her illness.

Pah! I cried for nothing, bastard Lu Yang still owes me my tears.

"This has to start from the rainy day of the second day of the second month, when I participated in the Questions to the Path Sect examination..."

(End of Chapter)