I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

The cheongsam, originally designed to accentuate a woman's beauty, took on an even more alluring quality on Liu Mengxian, yet it remained dignified and elegant. The harmonious coexistence of these multiple qualities highlighted her stunning beauty.

Liu Mengxian glanced down at her current attire, a faint smile playing in her eyes, her cherry lips slightly parted: "You've returned today."

"Ah!...Hmm, very beautiful, Fairy..."

Yan Ziming felt a warm glow in her heart, a touch of sweetness welling up inside.

I remember when I bought this cheongsam for her, she said that she would only wear it on special occasions.

Doesn't the phrase "You've returned today" fulfill this condition?

In other words, Yan Ziming could enjoy the stunning beauty of Xian'er in her cheongsam all day long, a memory he would never forget.

"Is something on your mind? Tell me about it." Liu Mengxian sat down on the sofa and patted the seat next to her.

The action was so familiar, but since he had already experienced it once, Yan Ziming, though still a little uncomfortable, gently sat down next to her.

"Um, Xian'er, there are a few things I'd like to ask you, about that..."

Yan Ziming immediately asked the question he most wanted to know: whether the progress he had made by purifying the land was sustainable.

However, Liu Mengxian gently waved her hand, interrupting her.

"Take your time. First, tell me about your experience there and figure out what you want to ask."

"Uh...yeah."

He recounted his experiences in western Tibet to Liu Mengxian, from his initial arrival to the present day, telling her everything in detail. By the time he finished, it was already fully light, and the clock had struck nine.

After he finished speaking, Yan Ziming's thoughts became much clearer. He asked:

"What is the reason behind that nuclear radiation? Is it simply because I am a Thunder Spirit?"

"No, it can only be said that there is some connection, but the most important thing should be your second path, which has nothing to do with the influence of external factors."

Liu Mengxian raised her right hand, and a ball of lightning appeared in her palm, displaying countless variations.

"Your second path—divine punishment—is itself an exercise of divine power, purifying and eliminating evil, which is beneficial to your second path."

Yan Ziming had another question, "Then why don't I have this feeling when I kill mutated species?"

“Perhaps… it’s because they have become part of the ecosystem as well.” Liu Mengxian’s eyes suddenly became incredibly deep, as if she could see through the past, present, and future.

"In short, just go for it. At least it's not a bad thing for you. Your chance to break through to the ninth rank may lie here."

Just like a game character who can only advance by fighting a certain type of monster, Yan Ziming's second path, which aims to achieve rapid advancement, has a remarkable effect on purifying the filth that withers the world, such as nuclear radiation. It can be considered as officially exercising the authority of 'divine punishment'.

When she completes her second path and reaches the peak of the eighth rank, that will be the time for her to transform into a dragon amidst the wind.

"You seem to have something on your mind," Liu Mengxian said suddenly, gazing at the person beside her.

"Fairy, are you a witch who can see through people's hearts?"

Yan Ziming finally couldn't help but complain. Liu Mengxian had been like this for a long time, able to see through other people's thoughts and worries at a glance.

Liu Mengxian rested her cheek on one hand and smiled calmly: "Because I understand you better. If you don't like it, I'll just restrain myself in the future."

Xian'er's alluring pose made Yan Ziming blush, and he couldn't help but turn his head away, not daring to look directly at her.

"Hmm... there's no need to restrain yourself. Since you're Xian'er and you understand me, there's nothing I can do about it."

"..."

The slightly mocking gaze made Yan Ziming even more uncomfortable, and thinking about the topic she was about to discuss, she found it even harder to speak.

After a long while, Yan Ziming finally spoke haltingly, "Well, Xian'er, there's something else I'd like to ask you..."

"Just ask, why are you afraid to look at me?"

Liu Mengxian bent down slightly like a snake, wanting to see Yan Ziming's face turned to the side. Her beautiful waistline was accentuated by the tight-fitting cheongsam, making her incredibly alluring. Yan Ziming couldn't look away after just one glance.

Don't you even know who caused this?!

"Ugh! Cough cough!"

Out of sight, out of mind. Yan Ziming simply closed his eyes, refusing to look at the wicked beauty beside him, and coughed twice: "Is it possible for a thunder spirit to be artificially created?"

“There is no possibility at all.” Liu Mengxian answered decisively and without any suspense, without even the slightest consideration.

"Why!"

Her answer was so decisive that Yan Ziming couldn't help but want to find out the truth.

Liu Mengxian placed her slender finger on Yan Ziming's shoulder, gradually moving downwards until it stopped at his lower abdomen, stirring up memories in Yan Ziming.

"Think carefully, what conditions did you have when you became a Thunder Spirit?"

"...Silk foam's crystal core?" Yan Ziming asked in a low voice.

Liu Mengxian shook her head.

"That is certainly a very important thing, but it is not enough."

Yan Ziming thought about it again, and a figure that had been gone from her for a long time appeared in her mind, "And Xiao Ze?"

"That's not all... You have an old saying: 'Ninety-nine percent effort is far less important than one percent talent.' Thunder Spirits are creatures born of the heavens, and the birth of every elemental spirit is inextricably linked to them."

Liu Mengxian suddenly looked at Yan Ziming, "With these three factors combined, what percentage does 'talent'... or rather, luck, account for?"

“Uh…” Yan Zimo was speechless.

I estimate it must account for at least 99%!

Of course, this is an exaggeration, but it is undeniable that luck played a significant role.

If it weren't for Xiao Ze bringing down auspicious omens, if it weren't for the incredibly powerful Si Mo being an unmatched opponent, and if it weren't for the attention of Heaven, Yan Zi Mo would have had a difficult time transforming successfully.

In that case, Yan Ziming can rest assured.

However, there were still some things Liu Mengxian hadn't told her.

If that's all, there's still a possibility that it can be artificially created. After all, we can't completely eliminate the possibility that others might have the same opportunity as you, can we?

Anything is possible. Perhaps his future will be even better than Yan Zimo's, and he might even become a Thunder Spirit.

The reason Liu Mengxian was so certain stemmed from an eternally unchanging fact—

The spirits of the elements are unique.

Once one exists, a second one cannot appear.

Dominate the world...

42. Oh no, we're doomed!

This sealed her fate; she could never return to her previous situation.

I didn't tell Yan Ziming just to avoid burdening her.

Liu Mengxian knew that if she spoke out, this seemingly resolute yet incredibly fragile silly girl would definitely feel guilty towards her, which would affect her future progress.

Therefore, it's best to keep the truth buried deep inside.

Why did you suddenly want to ask this?

"Huh?" Yan Ziming was taken aback by her question, and then his face flushed red, making it difficult for him to speak.

It feels a little too embarrassing to talk about this...

Yan Ziming tapped his index fingers together in front of his chest and whispered, "It's...someone wants to buy my...my...that."

"Which one?" Liu Mengxian tilted her head, but a stern glint appeared in her eyes.

Could it be that they're planning to buy players?

"Egg, egg..."

"...No wonder you came to ask me if Lei Ling can be artificially replicated. Is there a reason?" Liu Mengxian couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Normally, one should simply refuse such a request, but Yan Ziming still came to ask her, which probably means he has some unspeakable reason.

Yan Ziming scratched his head sheepishly, admitting that he was so poor lately he was practically eating dirt.

"Actually, my sister urgently needs something like obsidian to upgrade her, and the other party's offer was quite high, so I hesitated for a moment..."

Why didn't you ask me for it?

"Hey!? Xian'er, do you have one?"

"No."

"..." Yan Ziming lowered his head in frustration.

Originally, I had planned to borrow some obsidian from Liu Mengxian during this trip. If I could borrow it, she would definitely refuse the Great Sage's suggestion. But now it seems...

Well, that makes sense. How could a fairy like Xian'er, who rarely goes out and whose strength is unparalleled, possibly have something like obsidian, which is no different from a stone to her?

Seeing Yan Ziming's disappointed look, Liu Mengxian smiled gently, "Wait here for a while."

After saying that, Liu Mengxian, who was standing next to Yan Ziming, disappeared like a dream, distorted and vanished by a gust of wind that blew in from the window.

"Uh? Where is Xian'er going?"

Yan Ziming snapped out of her disappointment, unsure how to react. However, since Liu Mengxian had already said to wait a moment, she could only sit quietly in the living room, pondering whether or not she should agree to the Great Sage's request.

After waiting for quite a while, Yan Ziming turned around and looked towards the balcony of the living room. Liu Mengxian stood by the French windows, looking as beautiful as a fairy descending from the clouds.