Alien Science Cultivation

"Grandpa... are you okay?" an elven girl on the boat asked anxiously, looking at the old man. "It's okay... With these three young men here, even if it was a dead end before, we can still break through today... Haha..." The old man couldn't help but laugh heartily... After all, Zhang Qiang and the other two had shocked him too much in the past few breaths.

The worms, however, seemed to have barely recovered from their shock. The clever coordination of the individuals before them had effectively neutralized their combined attack without a scratch. Their massive bodies trembled slightly, as if shocked and bewildered by the sudden outcome. Their ferocious expressions also betrayed a hint of shock, as if they were pondering their next move. However, before they could recover, a figure, like lightning, materialized behind the head of a worm in the late stage of Immortal Cultivation. With a single, swift thrust, a black bamboo leaf instantly pierced the worm's head. Then, the figure disintegrated into thin air once again, vanishing without a trace. The eyeless worm shuddered, its mouth wide open as if unwillingly gulping air, desperately trying to control itself and prevent collapse. The Divine King worms, though aware of the figure's presence, were unable to disengage from the old man, a mid-stage Divine King powerhouse, to attend to their rearguard. More likely, it misjudged Zhang Qiang's cultivation level and abilities. Had it truly faced Zhang Qiang, it couldn't guarantee it could escape unscathed from the bamboo leaf's surprise attack. The leaf had appeared so briefly, and even at such close range, it couldn't discern its exact form, only a general sense. A moment later, as the attacked worm collapsed, a momentary silence fell upon the scene. The old man stared at the spot where the figure had vanished. The dozen or so elves accompanying him gazed in disbelief at the fallen giant worm. Even the lowest-level worm present was at the early stage of Immortal Cultivation. Worms' terrifying ability to leapfrog opponents of their own rank made them one of the most formidable species in the desert. Zhang Qiang targeted the late stage Immortal Cultivation worms in order to intimidate the early stage Divine King worms. Judging from the elf elder's strength and intentions, he had neither the ability nor the will to strangle them. The immortal beasts and cultivators who reach the immortal realm don't die so easily. After the body dies, their consciousness can reside in the golden elixir in their dantian. Within a certain period of time, they can find a suitable body and regenerate by possessing it. Therefore, when the early-stage Divine King worm saw that Zhang Qiang didn't attack the golden elixir, it understood that Zhang Qiang didn't want a life-and-death struggle. If the worms continued to pursue, it would be easy for Zhang Qiang to take the worm's golden elixir the next time he attacked. A fight to the death would ultimately result in heavy casualties for both sides, and neither side would gain much advantage. After a moment of silence, the Divine King worm slowly turned and sucked the worm's golden elixir, its body destroyed in mid-air, into its mouth. Then, its body slowly vanished into the yellow sand, along with the other ten worms. A moment later... the nearby desert fell silent again. Zhang Qiang's figure slowly solidified in the sky, and he gazed with lingering fear in the direction where the worms had disappeared. Zhang Qiang chose to kill the worm at close range, also to ensure that the bamboo leaf would not be clearly seen by the crowd. Since this second bamboo leaf absorbed a large amount of death energy, its power was completely different from before. Now its sharpness was so strong that Zhang Qiang felt that even a God King-level master would not be able to easily dispel the attack of this bamboo leaf...

"You young friends are truly extraordinary... It is a great honor for me and the elves to have you as friends..." The old man spoke earnestly, bowing to Zhang Qiang, Wang Yan, and Chen Ying. The three of them responded respectfully with a fist-clasp. Then, the old man spoke again, "Lang'er, pay your respects to your brothers and sisters. When you enter the Qingshan Exchange, you must not act as recklessly as you did within your own tribe. Remember, there are always people better than you. Remember... I'm certain that your inclusion in this team isn't due to your exceptional abilities or looks, but rather to the young friend who selected you because he saw the connection between you and me. Such abilities are beyond even my reach..." As the old man finished speaking, a young elven girl slowly stepped out of the formation. She bowed deeply to Zhang Qiang and the other two in turn, saying softly, "Thank you, Brother Qiang, for your kindness. Thank you, sisters, for saving the elves..." "Sister Lang'er, you're welcome. It was us who put you in this crisis, and it was your grandfather who saved us. Hehe..." Wang Yan responded with a smile, clearly understanding the old man's intentions. Zhang Qiang and the other two needed someone of the old man's caliber to lead their forces. If the Qingshan Exchange could have two Divine King-level masters, even ordinary holy lands would be powerless. Wang Yan naturally wouldn't refuse such a welcome gift. "Haha... very good. Let's continue on our journey. The journey is long, so everyone must be extra careful..." The old man said, glancing at the group. His gaze flickered to the armored Chen Ying, without a pause or a look of surprise, as if he were no stranger to these technological gadgets. The old man's reaction sparked a flurry of speculation in Zhang Qiang's mind: "Could that circular oasis in the Saigon forest be built on a technological circular spaceship? Could it be a UFO...?" Zhang Qiang couldn't help but recall the hazy, round, metallic object deep underground when he entered the oasis. The material was so strange that even Zhang Qiang's spiritual sense couldn't penetrate it at all. Even a neutron star could be penetrated by Zhang Qiang's spiritual sense. The only explanation was that it was technologically advanced.

Previously, Zhang Qiang didn't pay too much attention to it. He just thought that it was an important place like the holy tomb of the elves. It was isolated from the detection of external spiritual consciousness through special means such as magic arrays, but no energy fluctuations were sensed, which made Zhang Qiang puzzled... and now the speculation seems to explain the doubts in Zhang Qiang's heart.

As everyone boarded the flying boat one after another, the old man continued to sit quietly at the bow, controlling the speed of the flying boat. However, this time, the old man did not close his eyes to meditate, but instead looked around from time to time. "It seems that we are about to enter the battlefield... The presence of ghosts, even the divine consciousness of the God King is difficult to detect... Sigh..." Zhang Qiang sighed inwardly, and then sent a voice message to Chen Ying. A moment later, a set of porcelain clothes appeared in front of everyone. "Put it on, it can block the divine consciousness of ghosts." Chen Ying explained, and poured out a small pile of porcelain pieces from the storage space. Zhang Qiang controlled the porcelain pieces with his divine consciousness and wrapped the spacecraft with porcelain. Everyone also put on the porcelain clothes one after another.

After three days and three nights of rapid flight, the desert's ghosts and demonic cultivators began to appear in increasing numbers. However, most were of low cultivation and unaware of the flying boat overhead. In their haste to continue, the group naturally ignored these underworld cultivators. Another three days and three nights passed. To avoid unnecessary trouble, the flying boat soared higher and higher, avoiding detection by high-level ghost cultivators on the ground. Although the old man diligently controlled the spatial energy fluctuations and the speed of the craft, it was unknown whether any high-level ghost cultivators on the ground had sensed these subtle fluctuations.

On the ground, a sea of dark, dense groups of underworld monks slowly advanced across the nighttime desert. To them, the small flying boat was likely no more than a tiny insect. Even if they happened to see it, they probably wouldn't pay much attention.