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While simply cultivating immortality might not make one extremely powerful, relying on rare and precious materials and sufficient Qi can still temporarily boost one's Attributes by 20.

I just don't know how Survivors from other non-cultivation systems will far survive in a purely Qi environment.

Do you want to play games from the last era?

The Thatched Hut was small. The four walls were made of mud and gravel, with clumps of mud plastered on, resembling the shape of paste-like excrement. After drying, cracks appeared, filled with bits of wood. In the opposite corner, there was a stove made of bricks, with a broken pot covered in reddish-brown rust. Next to the stove, there was a pile of unchopped firewood.

This initial room was even more dilapidated than the room at the beginning of the Steam Age, somewhat like the rooms in my hometown's rural area where pigs were raised and latrines were used together a few years ago, but it wasn't as clean and sturdy.

Su Luo was rapidly increasing her affinity with Qi and forcibly drawing spiritual Qi into her body to nourish her spiritual energy, encountered a problem. Her growth process required a large amount of material resources, so she began rummaging through drawers and cabinets in search of food.

There are actually many paths to immortality cultivation. Su Luo has seen no fewer than ten cultivation systems. The most orthodox of them is the Survivor on the cultivation side. After being Optimization by the Survival System, their efficiency is many times higher than the original cultivation methods in the ordinary world.

Because the cultivation side is less diverse than the Mana Side, it naturally lacks the various fancy system names found on the Mana Side: mage, Archmage, elemental Lord, psionicist, magic vein cultivator, arcane mage... and all sorts of other names.

In short, the Survivors in the cultivation version follow the Qi Refining - Foundation Establishment - Golden Core system, similar to the professional system in Su Luo's world. Systems like Qi Circulation - Qi Refining - Yang Spirit are mainly seen in Small Worlds, and their comprehensiveness and strength are not as good as the cultivation version in the survival version.

They refer to Attributes 8 to 14 as Qi Refining, Attributes 14 to 20 or 21 as Foundation Establishment, and Attributes up to 30 are collectively referred to as Golden Core Cultivators.

The next level should be Nascent Soul, but no Survivor has reached that level yet; everyone is still vying for the qualification to break through to Nascent Soul.

However, Qi Refining requires a physical body to withstand it. Su Luo's initial physical body was too weak. Before the spiritual energy entered her body, her body was like a container that was not strong enough. Forcibly pouring in Qi would cause the container to break.

The only option is to replenish nutrients and strengthen the body before continuing cultivation.

The old method: eat first, then exercise; a large appetite makes all the difference.

"Nothing about their identity was found, and based on the surrounding objects, this world is still in a very primitive state of production, similar to the feudal era."

The ironware was crudely forged; there was no pottery; the wooden furniture was unpainted; and even the doors and windows were irregularly made.

Su Luo, using formulaic reasoning, found a small bag of plant corpses shaped like corn stalks under the straw that appeared to be her bed. She then proceeded to eat and rebuild her life in a formulaic manner.

Then came the formulaic act of kicking down the door.

Peng!

Su Luo turned her face expressionlessly and saw a skeletal figure standing in the doorway.

His face was sallow, his cheeks were so thin they were sunken and bony, his eye sockets were so deep they looked like two pits, and his cheekbones protruded from his face, making his skin almost transparent. He looked like a dried corpse draped in dirty cloth and left to rot in the wilderness.

"Luosu! Oh no! Hey, what are you eating?"

When the newcomer saw Su Luo stuffing something into her mouth, an indescribable glint flashed in his eyes, his voice instantly lowered, and he pounced on Su Luo!

Su Luo stomped on him, then stuffed the remaining half of the bag of corn cob-like substance into her mouth like a hamster, crunching it as if she were chewing firewood, or perhaps she was deep in thought, the coarse fibers scraping through her throat without her changing expression.

"Give me something to eat! Mr. Luo! Give me something to eat! I'll never scold you again!"

The skeleton soldier spoke urgently, but dared not raise his voice, as if afraid that others would hear him.

He clawed at the mud with both hands, his fingernails digging into the soil, creating two shallow trenches, his eyes fixed on the bits of debris that had fallen to the ground.

Su Luo ate her food with a seemingly slow but actually fast pace, while simultaneously releasing her feet and beginning to observe the skeleton soldiers.

This glance was quite significant; Su Luo felt a strange sense of familiarity with the man's face, which was now just skin and bones.

Isn't this Jerome the landlord from the Steam Age?

Permanent NPC?

The same person, different eras, different appearances. The NPCs in this Dungeon will refresh with the changing times, and will age, die, and be reborn as time goes by.

They exist in every era, but they don't remember the events of the previous one.

Jerome coughed a few times, and surprisingly, despite his skeletal frame, he managed to get up from the ground, looking at Su Luo with eyes that seemed to be filled with lice.

But they found that the food in his hand was reduced to just a single layer of packaging, with not even a crumb left.

"You! You!"

Jerome was furious, and his voice rose. "This is grain, grain! It could be exchanged for twice the amount of bran, and you just ate it like that!"

"You're rich! Extravagant! You know how to enjoy life!"

Su Luo, her stomach stuffed with food. "..."

Jerome muttered a string of curses under his breath, but Su Luo ignored his meaningless words and walked out of the dilapidated house on her own.

The world before us can be described in just one word.

Barren.

Extreme desolation, yellow and white covering the mountains and plains, thousands of miles of red land, ten thousand miles of yellow sand, the world is a sheet of yellow paper with all its colors faded, and the boundless desolation stretches to the ends of the earth.

In the distance, there are several low mounds, bare of trees and grass, covered only by sand ripples sculpted by the wind. Further on, there is a dry riverbed, its bottom cracked with deep, bottomless fissures. Scattered along its banks are a few equally dilapidated mud houses, their doors tightly shut, devoid of smoke, chickens, dogs, or human voices.

Su Luo now understood why Jerome had that manic expression whenever he saw food.

After Su Luo carefully examined the air again, she found that the Qi was extremely thin.

At this moment, Jerome finally came out, straightening his tattered clothes and wiping the swear words from his mouth.

"Luosu 're doing some really important work in the village right now, and the village chief specifically wants you to go!"

Su Luo didn't answer, gazing into the distance with her hands behind her back. She then felt a draft in her lower body, and looking down, she saw a rip in the front of her pants, extending from the waistband to the crotch, revealing what was underneath...

It turned out to be open-crotch pants.

Jerome saw that the Luosu didn't respond, so he continued:

"This time, I heard that some officials from the city came to investigate, and since you're the only one in the village who can write, the village chief summoned you."

Then, Jerome stepped forward and stood close to Su Luo, whispering:

"Maybe... we'll get to eat meat."

"Who are you? Who am I?"

Su Luo said dismissively.

Jerome was stunned for a moment. He was taken aback by Su Luo's imposing presence.

That usually lazy and lazy scholar who couldn't even afford rent, now stood there with a straight back, a slightly raised chin, and an indifferent look in his eyes, appearing more like a person in a superior position than any official he had ever met.

But he quickly realized what was happening.

Such a grand air, yet he doesn't hold any official position whatsoever!