Pick up garbage in another world and bring it back to build infrastructure in the end times

While standing in the peach trees forest, Bunny flew around and wandered around: "Don't tell me, this is quite decent!"

Sang Chu nodded: "These people are pretty good. I hope they will all stay tomorrow."

Tuyo: "Why do you care about them? By the way, how is your learning of the Leaf Vein Floating Life Technique going?"

"It's a bit disorganized. This technique is difficult to control."

This is the heavenly-level skill she obtained in the Yaoce Mountains. It is the secret technique of the Wood Clan that is not passed on. If she didn't have the wood core and used it madly in the Wood Clan's practice mountains to cause the technique to resonate, she probably wouldn't have been able to obtain it.

Tuyo: "You've been practicing for so long and you're still not well!"

Sang Chu was the most gifted psychic he had ever seen. No matter what technique it was, as long as he studied it, he could immediately master it.

But now she actually said that she hasn't learned the Leaf Vein Floating Life Technique yet!

Sang Chu looked at his hands helplessly: "I always feel like something is missing. They only have the form, but there is no way to fully utilize their true function."

"How about you show it to me? You're the chief accountant of two people."

"it is good."

Sang Chu nodded, held seals with both hands, and adjusted the wood-type ability in her body to the highest level. Vines stretched out from her feet and gradually wrapped around her body.

The snow-white flowers slowly bloomed, and the sweet fragrance spread with the breeze.

When the peach tree smelled the fragrance of the small white flowers, it began to grow wildly, becoming visibly thicker and splitting, and finally it bloomed peach flowers and bore fruit in an instant.

But there was still no progress on Sang Chu's side.

The veins on her body could not grow smoothly. As the fragrance of the flowers became stronger and stronger, the branches of the peach trees stopped immediately when they were about to approach her.

Tuyou looked at the peach tree, which suddenly looked like a century-old tree, with fear and trepidation, and swallowed unconsciously: "Oh my God, even though you only practiced the form of this Leaf Vein Floating Life Technique, the effect is really amazing!"

These peach trees were originally the size of normal peach trees, but now they are extremely strong and the fruits they bear are even bigger than him!

Sang Chu trembled all over and sat on the ground panting. "It is said that this Leaf Vein Floating Life Technique can revive the dead and repair the soul, but it consumes too much energy. I have only practiced the form and I am already so exhausted. If I really want to achieve the effect described in the book, I am afraid it will be a life-for-life battle."

Tuyou: "Not necessarily. This Leaf Vein Floating Life spell belongs to the healing category. As long as you don't do anything that defies fate, it's still good for healing."

"I have a healing pod!"

Tuyou was choked by her words. Before he could say anything, he saw Sang Jingwen coming up with a pile of weapons. He didn't expect Sang Chu to be here. Seeing her sitting on the ground, he hurried over and said, "Little sister, what's wrong with you?"

Sang Chu: "I just practiced the martial arts I brought back. I'm tired so I took a break. Brother, how did you get up here?"

Sang Jingwen gently stroked her long hair and placed the swords in front of her: "These thirteen swords were found by Minfeng and I in the armory just now. He found a magical weapon he liked and went into the practice room to look for a technique. I was afraid that practicing with these thirteen swords would make too much noise and disturb him, so I came up to practice. I didn't expect you to be here."

I guess he doesn't want others to find out before he has mastered it!

Sang Chu didn't expose his statement, but just said softly: "Brother, can your mental power currently control so many swords?"

Sang Jingwen just smiled, then closed his eyes and mobilized the spiritual power in his body, attaching it to the sword bit by bit.

The first to fly up was the first magical weapon he had ever obtained, the Broken Knife, followed by a fancy-looking, pink and tender butterfly sword, the third, the fourth...

Swords and long knives all flew up and stopped in the air, which made Sang Chu's eyes widen: "Brother, you are so powerful!"

Sang Jingwen looked at the peach tree in front of him and suddenly had an idea: "Sangsang, can you ask those mutant plants outside to give me some practice?"

Sang Chu nodded: "Okay, let's go out. By the way, brother, please stretch out your hand."

Sang Jingwen cooperated by extending his hand. Sang Chu operated on his palm for a while, drawing something unknown, and then pulled him through the peach tree forest to the outer alien plant area.

"Little sister, what was that just now?"

"This is a secret method that can prevent Taoyao from attacking. With this thing, I don't have to eat peaches like other people do to resist Taoyao's attacks."

"Well, but I'll pretend to eat a little to show others."

Sang Jingwen had been carefully controlling the flying sword. When they reached the periphery, Sang Chu directly told the alienated plants about his request.

They attacked Sang Jingwen without any warning.

Sang Chu quickly flew away, stepped on a branch, and jumped up to sit on the branch.

Sang Jingwen was on high alert, not daring to be distracted for even a moment.

When the branches came, he quickly used his sword to resist.

But he was not skilled and forgot to take care of his back and feet.

The branches attacked from underground, and he couldn't avoid them and his legs were strangled.

Sang Jingwen narrowed his eyes and said, "Sword!"

With a light shout, the broken knife instantly flew in front of him. Sang Jingwen held the broken knife, flipped and spun in the air, and swung the knife cleanly and neatly. The broken knife with spiritual power instantly cut through the vines that bound him.

Mental power is useful!

He increased his strength and attached his mental power to the flying swords, controlling them to continuously attack the branches, while he himself stayed away from the battlefield with the broken knife in his hand, controlling them remotely.

Time passed little by little, and the attacks of the mutated plants remained fierce, but Sang Jingwen had become weaker, even sweating profusely and his face pale.

Bang, bang, bang—

Flying swords fell to the ground one after another. Sang Jingwen could no longer hold on. He weakly supported himself with the broken sword and barely stood up: "Thank you."

The branches were waving in the air. He couldn't understand what they were saying and could only look at Sang Chu blankly.

She just threw out a piece of spirit jade, and the branches flew towards it like crazy.

Sang Chu jumped down from the tree, walked to Sang Jingwen, and handed him a glass of spiritual spring water: "Brother, how are you, are you okay?"

"Well, I just feel like the strength in my body has been drained. However, this mental power is really useful. It really complements the cultivation of spiritual roots and supernatural powers."

Sang Chu is quite satisfied with his brother's current situation. It feels like he has seen his brother before the end of the world, and now he no longer has that sad feeling as before.

"As long as my brother thinks it's okay, let's go back first. You need to have a good rest."

Sang Chu helped him stand up, but Sang Jingwen looked at her hesitantly, wanting to say something.

Sanchu asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Sang Jingwen said with difficulty: "Sangsang, those swords..."

She looked in the direction of Sang Jingwen's finger and saw the ground in a mess, with swords scattered all over the place.

"I'll go pick it up for you, wait here for me."

"Let's go together."

Although I feel weak, I can still pick up things.

Sang Jingwen: It seems that I have to use this sword-controlling technique with caution in the future!

Sang Chu: It’s better to let my brother fight less, otherwise I’ll have to help him pick up his sword after the fight...