A Heart Seeking Stability

Is there a problem after injecting the serum?

Wang Jixuan listened to Xiang Lin Tian's description.

Someone suddenly went mad and yelled, someone's face turned pale with bloodshot eyes, and someone vomited continuously, almost expelling their stomach lining.

This looks a bit like... symptoms of Demonic Qi entering the body?

Daoist Wang stroked his chin and pondered carefully.

Guessing blindly wouldn't yield any results, so they could only send the people over. They could be airlifted here urgently via military aircraft, arriving in two hours.

If it really was Demonic Qi entering the body, then it would be quite problematic.

Was it the Demonic Qi I left behind when I fought at Snow Mountain Base?

Strange, the Demonic Qi should have dissipated long ago if it had no roots. Besides, most of the Demonic Qi generated during my fight was in the collapsed tunnel section. The serum should have been stored in secret bases area two or three.

Daoist Wang was also a little confused about this.

However, if they could successfully win over D2 to their faction, the impact would be significant.

This concerned the fate of countless Humans and also his own interests, so Wang Jixuan would not take it lightly.

Before the nine important generals were sent over, Wang Jixuan had already gathered the Buddha Hall Squad.

He also included Gao Huating in the Buddha Hall Squad as a reserve member, letting her study some scriptures with Wu Man to test the effect.

Upon testing, Wang Jixuan discovered another abnormality with Gao Huating.

Gao Huating was not a Psionicist herself and had no Psionic Energy within her. At most, Wang Jixuan had given her a little Spiritual Energy to nourish her.

The scriptures she recited from her mouth produced a reaction with the Spiritual Energy, emitting a faint golden light and creating a peculiar effect that calmed the mind.

Wang Jixuan was a little shocked inwardly, but his expression remained calm and collected.

Wu Man and the others merely thought Gao Huating had some talent and didn't think of anything else.

He waited here briefly before leading the Buddha Hall Squad and the Peak Maid Group to the surface hangar, even setting up a surgical table in a proper manner.

The first military aircraft landed, delivering a 'young general' in his fifties, who was quickly carried into the hangar.

Xiang Lin Tian waited anxiously outside the door.

As for Wang Jixuan, the moment he saw the person, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

It really was Demonic Qi entering the body!

Fortunately, it was only a trace amount of Demonic Qi.

If they hadn't sent him over in time, this general might have managed to overcome it himself!

There was also a possibility that he wouldn't have, and although it was a low probability event, people could indeed die.

Wang Jixuan pointed his Sword Finger, directly knocking the man unconscious, and casually absorbed the trace of Demonic Qi.

His control over Demonic Qi had become increasingly proficient.

He still needed to put on a show.

If the outsiders didn't know he had exerted considerable effort, how would they know the difficulty of this treatment?

Wang Jixuan had the Buddha Hall Squad chant scriptures diligently, and Gao Huating was given a new instrument—a wooden fish—which she tapped on the side.

While this was happening, Wang Jixuan continuously pointed his Sword Finger at the back of the general's head.

He wanted to see what kind of person this general was, what achievements he had, what evil deeds he committed after being controlled by Xing Tian, since Xiang Lin Tian had chosen him to be sent over.

Memories, activate!

Zhou Zhengde originally didn't want to come and watch the excitement.

He had his own important matters to attend to.

He had already 'swiftly' advanced the redevelopment plan for Fortress No. 82 to the implementation stage. He needed to coordinate with the responsible persons of several fortresses simultaneously, and each task was extremely complex and time-consuming.

Moving the residents of the lower cities of these fortresses to Fortress No. 82 to start their lives anew was actually a systematic project.

However, when Xiang Tiantian timidly said, "Can we go and see? I haven't seen my grandfather in a long time, just being closer to him is enough,"

"Of course," Zhou Zhengde immediately replied, "Just follow me, there won't be any problems."

Xiang Tiantian's voice was always soft, which inexplicably gave Zhou Zhengde a sense of protectiveness.

In the ascending elevator.

Zhou Zhengde looked at Xiang Tiantian's clothes.

These clothes were modified by herself. They were originally ordinary clothes worth four to five universal quota points—a light blue hooded sweatshirt and a denim skirt, but Xiang Tiantian had altered them into a style that fit her figure.

"Are you interested in fashion design?"

"Huh?" Xiang Tiantian was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded, "Yes, I was studying fashion design before. I was originally going to work in a related profession, designing affordable yet personality-highlighting clothing for everyone has always been my dream, but then..."

"What happened then?"

Xiang Tiantian briefly recounted her experience.

The elevator doors opened, and Zhou Zhengde walked out with a slight twitch of his lips.

No, this girl is an A+ rank Psionicist?

Why didn't anyone tell him earlier!

He still wanted to protect her. If enemies came, he would just hide behind her and yell "Go, go, go!"

Xiang Tiantian caught up with him in two steps and asked softly, "What's wrong, Brother Zhou... Did I scare you?"

She wasn't faking her nervousness.

Her identity as a Psionicist didn't make her feel superior for now; instead, she was afraid of being looked down upon.

It was probably because she grew up hearing her family members curse Psionicists as evil, which had formed a deeply ingrained belief.

Zhou Zhengde turned to look into her eyes, feeling a pang of sympathy, and smiled gently, "I was indeed startled."

Xiang Tiantian's expression showed a hint of uncontrollable loneliness.

Zhou Zhengde changed the subject, "I didn't expect that such a sweet and lovely girl could be a superhero who protects millions of civilians."

"Huh?"

Xiang Tiantian's pretty face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Actually, actually I... I don't know how to fight yet... I'm not a hero, and also... Psionicists are all very evil, that's what everyone says."

"Teacher Wang said that power itself isn't good or evil; it just depends on how you use it."

Zhou Zhengde said in a deep voice:

"You possess a power that ordinary people don't have, which is a talent in itself. As long as you use it well, you will surely be able to do things that ordinary people cannot.

"I believe in your talent in fashion design, but now I'm even more eager to see how many humans you can save by utilizing this psionic energy.

"Believe me, you can definitely do it."

Xiang Tiantian subconsciously straightened her chest and lifted her head.

Her pupils reflected the silhouette of Zhou Zhengde. She pursed her lips slightly and gave a firm "Mhm."

"Follow me," Zhou Zhengde flicked his thumb towards the hangar where Wang Jixuan was.

Zhou Zhengde smiled, "If you have any needs in life, you can come to me. I have a little influence here, and I'm also one of Teacher Wang's best friends."

He had learned humility when it came to the matter of friends.

"Okay," Xiang Tiantian followed Zhou Zhengde closely.

Like a pretty little shadow.

As they approached the hangar, the fourth batch of generals had already been sent in. Chants and golden light emanated from within, disturbing the spiritual energy within a radius of several kilometers, causing phenomena everywhere.

A total of nine generals from D2 were sent in, including six Half-Human Mechs and three ordinary humans.

Zhou Zhengde brought Xiang Tiantian to observe from the periphery, afraid of disturbing what was happening inside, and didn't dare to get too close to the entrance.

After about twenty minutes, the chanting inside the hangar finally subsided.

Wang Jixuan walked out with unsteady steps and a pale face to Xiang Lin Tian, handing him several casually modified Bagua Plates and briefly explaining their usage.

These could be used to neutralize trace amounts of Demonic Qi.

He said in a low voice, "I've expended too much mental energy. I need to rest now. They are fine."

Xiang Lin Tian's old eyes were filled with emotion, and he raised his hand in a military salute, "Thank you, Teacher Wang!"

Wang Jixuan waved his hand and glanced at Zhou Zhengde and Xiang Tiantian standing side-by-side not far away.

They were standing so close...

Oh?

Wang Jixuan raised an eyebrow, almost breaking his current 'act.' He transmitted a few words to Fu Jian and then leisurely walked towards the elevator.

The Buddha Hall Squad and the Mechanical Maid Group filed out, chatting and laughing as they followed him.

The message Fu Jian heard was transmitted:

"D2 can be saved. If you compare their military system to a tree, the branches are almost rotten, but the trunk and roots are still decent. The leaves, meaning the ordinary soldiers, are just following orders and have little autonomy. Most soldiers are very indignant about the D2 military's weakness in psionic incidents.

"I've reviewed the memories of all nine of these individuals. I didn't look in detail; I focused on their worst memories... similar to Black Shell Instructor and the others.

"There are some gray areas, but their core principles haven't been lost. Seven of these nine were deliberately sent by Xiang Lin Tian and a few other elders to be controlled by Xing Tian's drugs, with the goal of ensuring that the forces controlled by Xing Tian wouldn't run wild.

"However, there are twenty to thirty senior generals who are directly colluding with Xing Tian. These people must be purged, killed, or dismembered."

Fu Jian gave Wang Jixuan a gesture.

On the way back, Wang Jixuan kept thinking about the Demonic Qi.

He had already learned the location where these potions were discovered from Xiang Lin Tian: it was in Area 3 of the Secret Base beneath the Snow Mountain Base.

Why is there so much Demonic Qi there?

When I shattered the Crystal Cores, I should have absorbed all the Remnant Souls of the Blade Beasts. Even if there was a trace of Demonic Qi left, it should have quickly dissipated into the spiritual energy in the air.

Demonic Qi can only persist by attaching itself to living beings. What kind of demons were born there?

Wang Jixuan thought of the S-Class material that had been overlooked during the previous intense battle.

He pondered it over and over, but ultimately, he couldn't quite put his mind at ease.

If a demon was truly born there, it would inevitably be connected to him. The karmic ties meant that this demon's actions would add to his own karma, and he would be held accountable by the Heavenly Dao during his Heavenly Tribulation...

Ah, karma. Perhaps it was just a saying from the seniors in their cultivation world.

"Peony, have Dragonfly Aunt get ready. She's got a job."

"Understood, Commander."

With this matter settled, Wang Jixuan inexplicably felt a surge of fighting spirit.

He was preparing a grand formation for himself to improve his aptitude and forge his body, contemplating how to have Gao Huating try to absorb Spiritual Energy and see if there were any peculiar reactions.

This D2 incident was nothing more than a minor detour for him.

Cooperating with Fu Jian to resolve the D2 War Zone would also help improve his current environment.

As for the Demonic Qi over there...

He could only wait for Auntie's investigation report.

Auntie's investigation this time would likely have the support of the D2 military bigwigs, so the difficulty wouldn't be too great.

Wang Jixuan truly didn't want to go out anymore.

The last time he went out, he thought his plan was foolproof, but he almost ended up burning his Mahayana Remnant Soul. Although he gained a lot in the end, creating a War Puppet that greatly boosted his current combat power, it was still a bit precarious.

He just wanted a stable and happy life now.

Foundation Establishment, improving aptitude, breaking through, entering Core Formation, consolidating Primordial Energy. By then, Primordial Yang would become something that's 'nice to have but not essential.'

After that, he would arrange some proper Righteous Path cultivation techniques for Immortal Partner dual cultivation and prepare some nourishing Spiritual Pills for Ling Tong, allowing her to step halfway onto the path of cultivation and continuously strengthen her physical fitness.

"Excellent."

The Daoist squinted and smiled, a hint of excitement stirring within him.

"How does it feel?"

Fu Jian gazed at Xiang Lin Tian and asked in a deep voice.

Xiang Lin Tian had just observed the situation of the nine people sent here and understood Fu Jian's question. He walked up to Fu Jian with his hands behind his back.

He gave a wry smile, "New hope."

"And then?"

"Why did hope come so late?" Xiang Lin Tian's expression turned somewhat bitter. "A major shift is coming. I'll lead it. Provide me with a team of Half-Human Mechs for support, and use your banner when necessary."

Fu Jian slowly nodded. "If Wang Zheng hadn't appeared, I probably would have taken a different path."

"Which path?"

"Similar to yours."

Fu Jian didn't hide anything.

"The successors I cultivated were either not tough enough, or only tough. After I die, the situation will be very disadvantageous for D5. This is foreseeable.

"Later, I heard about a mysterious Psionicist appearing in this Fortress, seemingly awakened naturally, and even clashed with the Psionic Home here... And then...

"It all felt like a miracle.

"At times, I even wondered if this was just a dying fantasy, a dream of a new, righteous Alien Civilization that wouldn't arbitrarily bully primitive civilizations, descending because they were dissatisfied with the actions of Blade Beasts and Psionicists."

Xiang Lin Tian asked, "Is Wang Zheng righteous?"

"His chat nickname is 'Light of the Righteous Path.' He used to be."

Fu Jian called out, "Let's go to the transport plane. I'll take you to the border. You must want to rush back immediately.

"We'll have a simple drink on the way and discuss our future plans."

Xiang Lin Tian asked in surprise, "You can still drink?"

"A drink of Fortress No. 82's lubricant."

The two old comrades in arms looked at each other and smiled, seemingly recalling a joke they often played in their youth. As they were about to board the plane, Xiang Lin Tian remembered something and turned to look for his granddaughter.

Xiang Lin Tian could sense his granddaughter's psionic fluctuations.

She was hiding behind Zhou Zhengde, not looking directly this way, her eyes red.

Xiang Lin Tian didn't mind and waved to Zhou Zhengde.

"Old Fu, is your grandson single?"

"He wasn't before," Fu Jian said simply, "but he can be."

"Don't mess around. We can't arbitrarily interfere with the freedom of young people. That's feudal parental behavior from the Silver Age."

"He was in a Political Romance before, and he never saw the other party for years."

Fu Jian shook his head:

"I naturally won't rush things, but if they can end up together, it would also be a good thing.

"I can't wait to witness the continuation of our genes."

"Me too, hahaha!"

Xiang Lin Tian shouted:

"Xiao Zhou! Say hello to Teacher Wang for me! I'm going back to kill and burn! Wait for him to come inspect the work!"

"Yes!"

Zhou Zhengde raised his hand in a military salute as the transport plane's cargo door slowly closed.

Zhou Zhengde seemed to see mountains of corpses and seas of bones;

War Zone D2 was likely to soon experience a bloody storm. It was unknown to what extent Xiang Lin Tian's group would clear things out, and whether the Psionic Capital would react in time to intervene.

As Xiang Lin Tian embarked on his return journey;

Deep beneath Area Three of the Snow Mountain Base ruins.

A figure wrapped in black energy slowly floated out of a rock crevice. A pointed tower behind the rock peak was continuously flashing with light. After the figure floated out of the crevice, it slowly opened its eyes, revealing burning black flames within them.

A voice echoed in his ears:

"Go kill, kill them all, bring back their souls... Hehehehe... Magical power, mysterious power, this is the power bestowed upon me by the gods... You will all die, all die..."