Alien Science Cultivation

"I, Chen Ying, am quite understanding. Since you want to quibble, then start your quibble..." She naturally gave Zhang Qiang a chance to explain. After all, she thought she was still very kind! But the movement of her feet would not stop! She kept urging him, "Quickly quibble...ah"

Zhang Qiang, adhering to the philosophy that a good man shouldn't fight a woman, whispered into Chen Ying's ear, "I was only taking Sister Lin... no, I was taking Master Lin out for training. You can see that Master Lin lacks experience... As for that Wang Yuyan, that's completely nonsense. I only helped her kill her grandfather's murderer. Her offer of myself to me was just wishful thinking. My dear wife, you'll understand..."

Zhang Qiang's sophistry was naturally hollow to Chen Ying. However, after hearing Zhang Qiang call her his wife, her face flushed and she smiled secretly! Her footsteps also stopped! Zhang Qiang was no fool. He quickly withdrew his foot, and secretly admired his own cleverness. "I will not control you, no matter what level of civilization you come from! You can't withstand my sugar-coated bullets... No, it's sweet talk..."

Seeing Chen Ying's shy expression, Zhang Qiang took advantage of the situation and continued softly, "Wife... well, do you know that besides canceling out each other to produce the power of annihilation, the spiritual energy and the Guixu energy also combine to produce a purple gas...?"

The constant "wife" calls made Chen Ying's face blush even more, and her head involuntarily lifted a few degrees. Seeing Chen Ying like this, Zhang Qiang was delighted! As Zhang Qiang expected! After pretending to be deep, Chen Ying said, "Of course I know. It's called Hongmeng Qi... It's also the origin of Lingqi and Guixu Qi... But this reverse evolution process is too complicated and only exists in theory... Nothingness gives birth to chaos, chaos gives birth to Hongmeng, Hongmeng gives birth to Yin and Yang, and Yin and Yang disappear into nothingness. This is a cosmic cycle... Of course, these are all theories... How come you have seen Hongmeng Qi...? It's a good thing..."

Zhang Qiang didn't answer Chen Ying's question, but continued to ask, "I see... Why doesn't Gold Finger know this? Does Primordial Qi really exist when...?"

"Haha... The knowledge contained in the golden finger has all been verified. It naturally won't record such outlandish theories. Theoretically, the Hongmeng Qi does exist, but its existence is very short and rare, making it difficult to see... let alone preserve it! Anyway, we haven't collected it. We only saw it occasionally when flying. According to theory, the power contained in it can destroy the world and even regenerate flesh from bones and bring people back to life..."

"Hmm... I see..." Zhang Qiang nodded slightly after hearing Chen Ying's explanation. His curiosity about his lower dantian grew stronger, like a seed taking root in his heart, sprouting and growing.

After that, Zhang Qiang and Chen Ying wandered around and explored in the Treasure Pavilion. Time passed quietly among the layers of bookshelves and ancient books. When they came out of the Treasure Pavilion, most of the day had passed.

Stepping out of the Sutra Repository, Zhang Qiang looked up and saw Wang Ling and a burly man approaching him from a distance. The man was slender and powerful, each step carrying a powerful force. The moment he saw the man's face, Zhang Qiang's lips curled up, a brilliant smile spreading across his face. Chen Ying also smiled, warmly greeting Wang Ling and the man. The visitor was none other than Dujiao. Zhang Qiang had specifically instructed him to return to the Multifaceted Tribe to collect blood samples from the tribe, and now he had returned safely.

When Dujiao saw Zhang Qiang, a silly smile instantly covered his face, and then he ran towards Zhang Qiang quickly. When he was still more than ten feet away from Zhang Qiang, he habitually wanted to kneel down and salute. Zhang Qiang's keen sense moved slightly, and Dujiao's body was gently lifted up by an invisible force. Zhang Qiang looked at Dujiao, who was at a loss, and slowly looked around. Then he lowered his voice and said, "From now on, you and I will call each other brothers, and such a grand ceremony must not be performed again." Although his voice was not loud, it revealed unquestionable majesty. Although Dujiao was honest by nature, he was not a stupid person. He immediately understood and hurriedly saluted Zhang Qiang with a fist, and said loudly, "Guan Fei is my elder brother, so from now on, I will respectfully call you Brother Qiang."

Zhang Qiang's gaze lingered on Dujiao, but his thoughts were drawn to Dujiao's words. He couldn't help but think of Guan Fei, and a wave of uncontrollable sadness welled up in his heart. Dujiao didn't notice the subtle change in Zhang Qiang's expression, and instead bowed to Chen Ying. Chen Ying looked at Dujiao's honest and simple appearance, and couldn't help but recall the funny scene of Dujiao being thrown off by Feihe. The smile on her face grew even more intense, and she teased, "You didn't get hurt last time you fell like that, did you?" Dujiao just smiled foolishly, scratched his huge head slightly embarrassedly, and replied, "I'm Dujiao, I'm tough, I'm fine, fairy. I'm worried about you."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the group headed straight for the Qingshan Exchange at the foot of the mountain. Along the way, Dujiao enthusiastically recounted to Zhang Qiang his experiences since falling from the Flying Crane. He'd trekked through countless hardships and difficulties before finally returning to the Multifaceted Tribe; and how he'd painstakingly persuaded his tribe members to donate their precious blood. Of course, he didn't mention the tragic news of Guan Fei's death in battle, unable to bear the grief of his people, who had always been the hope of the Multifaceted Tribe. Zhang Qiang and Dujiao were consumed by emotion along the way, lost in their own twists and turns. This silence left Wang Ling and Chen Ying speechless, their silent companions.

They entered a large hall at the Qingshan Exchange and took their seats. Dujiao then pulled out 119 jade bottles from his interspatial ring and neatly arranged them before them. Surprisingly, each bottle was meticulously labeled with the donor's name, gender, age, and even height, weight, and cultivation level. Such meticulous record-keeping truly surprised Zhang Qiang and the other two. They hadn't imagined that this seemingly simple and reckless Dujiao could possess such a meticulous side.

After carefully verifying the blood sample, Chen Ying nodded slightly to Wang Ling. Wang Ling understood, and a token instantly materialized in his hand. As Wang Ling muttered the incantation, a faintly glowing portal suddenly appeared in the previously empty hall, looming before them. "Follow me..." Wang Ling's gentle voice drifted through, and Zhang Qiang and Dujiao finally awoke, recovering from their deep shock.

Then, they followed Wang Ling closely, stepping into the spatial portal. A blinding flash of light revealed the four of them within a vast, boundless space, its edges seemingly invisible. Rather than a room, it resembled a vast factory. Within, a dazzling array of bizarre equipment and facilities filled the air, a dazzling sight. Thousands of cultivators were energizing their boundless spiritual energy, coordinating with the equipment and facilities to meticulously craft a myriad of mechanical components. Assembly processes flowed with the methodical zeal of an assembly line, a scene of bustling activity.

Zhang Qiang tried his best to remain calm, reaching out and gently patting the stunned Dujiao beside him. Dujiao quickly regained consciousness and hurried to catch up with Wang Ling and the others, his eyes darting back and forth across the vast space, deeply awestruck by the spectacle. Zhang Qiang quietly released his spiritual sense, slowly sweeping across the entire space, a wave of shock welling up within him once again. He was shocked to discover that the walls of this strange space, like the Exquisite Tower, could block his spiritual sense. Zhang Qiang suspected that this space was still within the Exquisite Tower's boundaries, yet it didn't seem to belong to any of its levels. Zhang Qiang was filled with confusion, but to maintain an enigmatic image in front of Dujiao, he suppressed his inner shock and tried to appear calm and composed, as if he was already accustomed to all this.

Soon after the group appeared, a tall, thin, middle-aged cultivator rushed towards them like lightning. More precisely, he headed straight for Wang Ling. When the cultivator reached Wang Ling, he bowed respectfully, then politely and respectfully saluted Zhang Qiang and the others. He then turned and walked alongside Wang Ling, reporting the progress of various projects with a serious expression, detailing the completion of the trading cards, the flying boat, the spaceship, and even the energy cannon.

Zhang Qiang was completely bewildered, not to mention Dujiao, who was even more bewildered. However, Zhang Qiang was more composed than Dujiao, so from the outside, it looked like Dujiao was the only one with his mouth wide open in astonishment.

As they walked along the passages, Wang Ling and Chen Ying would occasionally pick up finished parts and examine them carefully, clearly familiar with them. Zhang Qiang also glanced at the parts beside him, deliberately assuming an air of expertness, which made the monks working nearby nervous.

Just as Zhang Qiang was feeling secretly proud, Chen Ying's voice reached his ears: "Third sister... let's not look here, let's go directly to the cloning laboratory..." Hearing this, Zhang Qiang could no longer pretend. His expression changed again and again. In the end, he could only helplessly mutter to himself: "Hey... when did we become sworn sisters again...?"

After Wang Ling heard what Chen Ying said, he spoke to the middle-aged man and then led the others toward a large room. On the round door of the room were clearly inscribed the words "Cloning Laboratory."

Before, Zhang Qiang was trying to pretend to be calm, but now he doesn’t need to pretend anymore, because since he came here, he has been numbed by all kinds of scenes.

Walking into the experimental room, I saw monks busily coming and going. Seeing Wang Ling, everyone politely bowed and greeted her, "Deacon Wang..."

Hearing the monks' greetings, Zhang Qiang once again confirmed that he was indeed in the Linglong Tower. After all, Wang Ling was the Linglong Tower's steward and also the owner of the Qingshan Exchange. However, Zhang Qiang couldn't figure out which floor of the Linglong Tower he was on.