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

However, at that moment, the two exchanged a smile, and with a tacit understanding, they pulled hard, and the Pocky sticks tied to their mouths snapped off crisply.

The game has ended.

Afterwards, Yan Ziming asked Liu Mengxian, "Xian'er, why do I feel like there's something wrong with my memories...?"

“Your punishment is over. I have to go out for a while and will be back before noon,” Liu Mengxian interrupted her.

If we can make her forget about it, that would be best. But if she can remember... it would be great to observe her shy reaction at that time.

As Liu Mengxian prepared to leave and opened the door, she casually said, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Oh... Oh oh..."

Yan Ziming responded a few times, puzzled. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Had he really forgotten something he shouldn't have?

And Xian'er's earlobes...are so red.

This was all that could be seen. Yan Ziming was puzzled, wondering if he had won.

Hmph~~ As expected, I'm still the dominant one, even Xian'er has been defeated by me.

"But wouldn't it have been better if we had kissed just now?"

Yan Ziming suddenly thought strangely that she had wanted to do that, but a kind of instinct in her body stopped her, as if telling her that if she kissed him, something else would happen.

Well, in short, I won, and I successfully narrowed the distance between myself and Xian'er by a (hundred million), and I also raised enough supplies for my sister. Everything is on the right track.

"Whew...that feels so good!"

The feeling of being carefree is the best. Yan Ziming wanted to relax for a few days after a long time, and then return to Tibet Province after his sister broke through to the eighth level.

She also wanted to go and see what was going on with the place Old Wang had mentioned.

Yan Ziming didn't intend to let Ye Qianxue continue sleeping in. He went to Ye Qianxue's room and unceremoniously lifted the thin quilt, revealing a white expanse underneath.

"Qianxue, wake up!"

"Hmm...? Big sister... Haaaaaaah~~"

Ye Qianxue yawned sleepily, glanced at the clock, and saw that it was only a little past 9:30. She prepared to snatch the blankets back from Yan Ziming and go back to sleep.

Yan Ziming delivered a chop to her head, used electrotherapy to bring her back to consciousness, and said:

"I've gathered everything for you, hurry up and make your breakthrough!"

45. Adaptability

"Well, now?"

"Is there anything that hasn't met the requirements yet?" Yan Ziming asked, puzzled.

She decided to let Ye Qianxue break through now because of her recent performance. There's nothing to worry about now, right?

Ye Qianxue tapped her index finger shyly, "No, it's just that this day seems to have come a little too soon, and I wasn't mentally prepared."

Yan Ziming was amused by her; she seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood today.

"Why are you still preparing yourself mentally? I'll give you another afternoon. Tell me when you're ready, because I need to go out."

"Who is my elder sister going to see?"

Ye Qianxue, like a young woman who had sensed something unusual, pressed herself against Yan Ziming and asked him questions, but she couldn't smell anything. All she could smell was a pure and light fragrance.

So, are you a dog? I haven't even said what I'm going to do, and you already know I'm going to meet someone?

Yan Ziming silently complained to himself, feeling embarrassed, but to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, he honestly answered:

"Well, I am indeed going to see someone, someone you know, the great sage from Odyssey."

"Meet alone?" Ye Qianxue asked suspiciously.

"You little jealous pot, are you going to be so suspicious about even this?"

Yan Ziming pinched Ye Qianxue's delicate nose hard and lifted it upwards. He pinched it for a while before letting go. Ye Qianxue's nose was already bright red. Her pitiful and cute appearance made Yan Ziming rub her cheeks again.

"When will my sister return?"

Yan Ziming replied without hesitation what most people wouldn't understand at first glance: "Um... if there's nothing else, it should take at most half an hour."

I was just going out to make a statement; at most, I'd just say a few words and then come back.

With Xian'er's strong financial support, there was naturally no need to do something similar to selling organs anymore.

Even if I still covet those fifty S-grade obsidian crystals, it's no use. Why did Xian'er go out of her way to find obsidian crystals for me? Wasn't it to prevent her from agreeing to the Great Sage's deal?

Ye Qianxue broke free from Yan Zimo's grip on her face, moved a little further away to protect her cheeks, which had been rubbed red by Yan Zimo, and asked:

"Is Master Sister still sleeping?"

"No, she went to Sheng'an to guard the area. There was a battle there, and from what she said, it was just a small-scale attack."

Yan Ziming suddenly remembered something and thought that after talking with the Great Sage, he would go and find her.

"I'm going out now. Remember to stay home and take good care of yourself. If any government officials come up to ask about your health, you don't need to hide it anymore, but remember to verify their identity beforehand."

Before leaving, Yan Ziming remembered something important and gave him some special instructions before heading out.

After saying goodbye to Li Hao, Yan Ziming boarded the Flowing Light and headed to Sichuan. Following the route she had taken yesterday, she arrived at the coffee shop she had visited before.

When she reached a certain boundary, the people around her who were initially surprised by Yan Ziming's appearance suddenly treated her as if she were invisible, ignoring her and passing by, but still selectively avoiding her.

Clearly, this means that their self-awareness has been temporarily blocked.

As for who did it, it's obvious without even thinking about it.

Yan Ziming sighed inwardly.

The stronger you are, the more you will feel the gap between yourself and these supreme experts. Without breaking through to the ninth rank, you are still just a mortal in their eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Ziming resolutely opened the door and walked into the coffee shop.

In the corner, behind a screen, a graceful figure could be seen.

Could this mysterious woman have been sitting here ever since we first met?

Swah——

The screen opened, and as if in a dream, Yan Ziming found himself sitting opposite the Great Sage. The other man's deep gaze made Yan Ziming feel as if he had been stripped naked, with no privacy at all.

Yan Ziming's gaze became focused, as if piercing through something, blocking the great sage's gaze.

"Have you considered it?"

Before Yan Ziming could question her about her earlier actions, the Great Sage directly asked, forcing Yan Ziming to swallow her words, feeling extremely sad.

"I'm sorry, but I'll pass on this big deal."

The Great Sage could tell from her expression when she came in that the deal was probably off, but he wasn't disappointed. "Is that so... I thought I had shown enough sincerity."

Yan Ziming replied with a smile, "No matter how sincere we are, we can't let them down."

"Them?" The Great Sage was slightly taken aback, seemingly understanding Yan Zimo's words, and miraculously agreed:

"Indeed, some things cannot be overcome by mere sincerity."

With that, their paths crossed, and unless there were special occasions, they probably wouldn't have another chance to meet alone.

Yan Ziming was about to leave, but the Great Sage seemed unwilling to let the matter end so abruptly, and asked again, "Would you be willing to do another big business deal?"

"Uh?"

Another one?

Let's just listen and see. As long as it's not some bizarre business like buying one's own eggs, Yan Ziming still wants to make a killing.

"If you're not willing to trade something as private as your egg, then I'll lower my requirements. I'll only ask for a vial of your blood. Are you willing?"

Yan Ziming hesitated. Asking for just a vial of blood wasn't so unacceptable, but...

"The price remains unchanged: fifty S-grade obsidian stones."

"it is good."

The sage's additional statement made Yan Zimo make up his mind.

Since Xian'er had said that Thunder Spirits could never be artificially created, Yan Ziming boldly agreed.

Blood is different from an egg; it contains a limited number of gene fragments, making it difficult for the other party to fully understand its contents, even if their technology is truly more advanced than human civilization.

However, there was another reason why she agreed so readily—Yan Ziming then added, "But not now."

"I've sensed it to some extent; your physical condition isn't quite right right now." The Great Sage had anticipated this; she had thought so half a year ago.

After that test, it was confirmed that this was indeed the case.

"So it's not possible now. If you can wait, you can wait three to four years until I break through to the ninth rank before we can execute this deal."

Three to four years is enough time for many things to change. How far Odyssey's relationship with human civilization will develop during this period is the key to whether this deal will be successful.

Moreover, even if they were to actually discover something from a single vial of blood, I was confident I could suppress everything at that time.

"It's been a bit too long."

The great sage frowned, but after a few seconds his brows relaxed, and Yan Ziming swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Let's change the format. We don't need your blood anymore. We want a medium that can resonate with you."