Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 34 The Golden Age of the Butterfly Clan

Liu Jun turned off the TV, lost in thought.

It seems that Chong Shisan has most likely not been caught yet.

Right.

After last night, I probably won't be able to find him anymore.

Every mushroom talent is infectious.

The wisdom mushroom spreads wisdom.

Low consumption, but can spread low consumption.

However, this is only a temporary blessing. The low energy consumption of the immortal god who approached them before meant that the butterfly race would only experience a temporary slowdown in aging.

Same now.

It disappears without a trace, lives forever, and temporary infection can help him get through a period of development.

As long as you don't act recklessly, you're safe in the short term.

"But I'm afraid he won't be able to stand the loneliness. Who knows what a guy like him will do?"

Liu Jun couldn't help but laugh.

What happens next is beyond my control; whether it brings fortune or misfortune depends entirely on Chong Shisan himself.

At worst, they'd just be used as prototypes by the company to produce AI brains. Considering all the interests involved, they wouldn't be killed.

I can no longer help him with his affairs, and I should get on with my own.

The first step is: to make money.

"He made Li Feng and Zou Anmeng a fortune this time, and I can also take this opportunity to make some money."

"I could develop a Little Angel AI and sell it while the hype is still going strong."

Liu Jun did not become arrogant; he clearly recognized that he was a poor senior high school student.

He found another loan company, Rehe Nuli Loan, and took out a loan to buy a new PC001 Amber Swallowtail Smart Brain.

Because this smart brain model has recently become popular, its price has also risen to 8 yuan.

Liu Jun did not hesitate and directly spent 8 Nian Dao to buy it.

Then they brought back the mushroom soup and modified it.

Insect Thirteen used the infectious properties of fungi to rapidly change the form of the intelligent brain.

As the host of the fungus, Liu Jun could naturally do the same.

After spending an entire afternoon on this matter, I successfully sold the Little Angel Smart Brain for a high price of 32 Nian Dao on the trading platform.

The price might go up further, but Liu Jun doesn't want to wait.

Afterwards, he used the money to pay off the previous Rehe Diandian Loan and the Rehe Nuli Loan he had just incurred.

After going through this process, having paid off the interest, I now have 13 Nian Dao in hand.

"It's just not good to sell more Little Angel Smart Brains."

His thought flickered slightly.
“I originally had an Amber Swallowtail Smart Brain. To outsiders, it seemed like I redeemed it last week. Last night, this Smart Brain mutated, and today I sold it. This process is perfectly consistent.”

“Even if it’s Li Feng or Zou Anmeng, I can use this method to fool them, saying that I redeemed them long ago and that they were detonated last night.”

"When I bring out the second one, its origin is unknown. Those who are smarter might be able to guess that I, like a certain angel, can mass-produce this type of intelligent brain."

This money can only be earned once.

Even though there are records in large companies that they have just bought a new Amber Swallowtail smart brain.

People will just think that this is hoarding, waiting for the next great gift from the King of Angels.

"It's really not easy to earn this little bit of money."

Liu Jun acted with considerable caution.

In this era, you need a legal and compliant identity just to survive.

He took the tens of thousands of knives and went to the plantation on the black market, where he bought a bunch of animal feed, soil, flower pots, and even some laboratory tools.

He has some money now and is planning to improve the mushroom soup.

Let's start a mushroom farm!

153rd year of the Butterfly Era

Nothing much happened during the entire period.

The older generation of angels mostly died in battle, their lifespans ignited, leaving corpses strewn across the battlefield.

The younger generation of angels, however, is still in a state of transition, as a group of core successors who were nurtured in the past have died.

On the Cangwu tree.

Liu Jun opened his eyes, unfurled the layers of textile flower buds, and woke up in the soft, flower-filled bed.

He climbed onto a petal, looked around at the surrounding temple, and then looked down at his feet.

This sacred and magnificent temple is also adorned with murals of angels, telling the story of their angelic civilization.

after all.

Angels are also a branch of the Butterfly Clan.

As for the flower bud beneath her, it was actually made of silkworm silk.
"What's this? There are already alien butterflies that have budded from their cocoons?"

Liu Jun seemed to be deep in thought.

While the angelic civilization is developing, the butterfly race here has been experimenting with various "life knots" and has made considerable progress.

On the table were various documents and information, waiting for him, the prophet, to awaken and read them.

"That's considerate." "Dieluxiang has always been a ruler who knows when to advance and retreat, and is good at managing power."

Liu Jun flipped through various development information from the past few years.

Most of the species that have emerged so far are semi-finished products, with about thirty similar varieties.

Because the time scale is too small and too short.

Even the once world-renowned angel race, with its tiny winged sphere, was only a half-finished product.

At the very last moment, it reached its ultimate sublimation and developed into its next form: the Archangel.

however.

Even after Insect Thirteen left, no new Little Angel has been able to achieve this form.

They are still "angel eggs".

It is evident that the evolution of a little angel into an archangel is very difficult and has an extremely high threshold.

After studying it for a while, Ah Feng ran over happily, "You're finally awake?"

"How have you been lately?" Liu Jun put down the documents in his hand.

"good."

Phoenix Emperor counted on his fingers, "Over the years, not only has that batch of angels grown old, but a few years ago, a group of older generation of Phoenix Butterflies also passed away."

Even with Liu Jun's blessing, these second-tier psychic butterfly life forms died of old age before they reached a hundred years old.

Yes.

Even in this dream world, we will still grow old and die.

In today's highly developed world, living beings do not have a physical lifespan because various cloning technologies have long been available, allowing for the replacement of physical bodies.

The soul is the foundation of lifespan.

Scholars like them, who live through countless years in a single night, gaining insights into the lives of others, seem to have gained valuable time.

In reality, what is being consumed is the lifespan of the soul.

Therefore, the key is to read good books and high-quality books.

Reading random books is a waste of time.

Of course, comprehension is also very important.

Some people read books for countless years, yet remain mediocre, unable to grasp the underlying principles, stuck at the second level for life, only able to wait for their souls to die of old age.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of things in the world, and we will gradually get used to them."

Liu Jun asked calmly, "How are those five doing now?"

Ah Feng said, "We are still studying how to become the next generation of new gods, but after the King of Angels, none of the One Emperor and Four Marquises have made a breakthrough."

"A shared mindset is more important," Liu Jun said with a smile.

Deep affection is short-lived.

Chong Shisan spent the rest of his life in regret and pain.

A lifetime of deep affection, half a lifetime of suffering.

Naturally, it resonates with that innate mushroom that is deeply devoted to the Tao.

Other butterflies
It would be difficult to find a match with other treasures.

Then, the Amber Swallowtail gave Liu Jun a detailed account of the developments over the years.

The Butterfly Emperor, Butterfly Thread Elephant, is still painstakingly researching how to fuse with the divine treasures.

Queen Butterfly Heart, in recent years, has not only helped manage the affairs of various tribes, but has also fallen in love with beautiful clothes, becoming a fashion master and researching various garments.

The butterfly race has become even more beautiful.

Culture flourished, city-states emerged, and various beautiful buildings appeared, with even the bricks on the ground adorned with bow patterns.

The third-generation red fungus, Dichroa febrifuga, is still conducting its various cocooning evolution experiments. Over the years, it has been the mastermind behind many new organisms.

New races are being born in an endless stream.

The entire civilization is in a vibrant state, no longer a primitive tribe, and the world is almost unrecognizable to Liu Jun!
But Diehongjun has always had a question in his mind: who framed him back then?

If the King of Angels were still alive at that time, he could have easily found out.

However, now that the older generation of the Angel race has all passed away, the mastermind behind it all has likely become a historical mystery.

The fourth brother, Diechi Yin, is heartless and carefree.

Over the years, they have managed the tribe's food and agriculture, and have developed a love for food, creating many strange and unusual dishes.

As civilization developed, they paid more and more attention to food and enjoyment.

The fifth brother, Die Mingren, remains an ascetic and commands the Butterfly Clan's guard.

And there's one more thing:
The three trials that God sent down back then.

God took one, another disappeared with the King of Angels, and the last one was left to wander among humans, but could not be found anywhere.

Liu Jun frowned slightly upon hearing this: "What was lost was [High Intelligence], gone? Can't be found?"

"Didn't you sense it?" Liu Jun asked.

"Huh?" The amber swallowtail butterfly looked somewhat bewildered.

Every talent has its own characteristics, and Liu Jun didn't know what was going on. Could it be that low intelligence is not worthy of sensing high intelligence? He could only wait and see.

Next, Liu Jun played with the Phoenix Emperor for a few days, teaching it to cultivate diligently. He also interacted with the other emperors and marquises, fostering a closer relationship.

(End of this chapter)