Rise of the Wasteland in Cultivation

Mutant zombies are not only incredibly powerful, but they have also evolved a certain level of intelligence, making them very difficult to deal with.

At this moment, the mutated zombie seemed to sense something and slowly approached the truck where Leng San was hiding. It hunched over and walked like a reptile. Its bony hands were extremely sharp and made a screeching sound as it dragged on the ground.

Leng San held his breath, gripping the AK47 tightly with both hands, but he dared not fire first, because he was not confident. The mutated zombie was too fast, far beyond the frail Leng San's ability to match. If the first shot missed, he might die under the mutated zombie's bone blade in the next second.

Suddenly, the mutated zombie sped up, leaping nimbly onto the top of the truck. Wow, that jump was several meters high and covered a distance of five or six meters. Ordinary scavengers were no match for this monster.

Leng San didn't dare to move. He held the gun up, his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

Just at this critical moment, a scream came from afar. The mutated zombie was instantly drawn to the scream, raised its head, exhaled a stench, and jumped off the roof of the car. It then ran towards the direction from which the scream came and disappeared without a trace.

Leng San was drenched in sweat. He sat quietly on the ground for half an incense stick's time, making sure the mutated zombie was far away, before standing up, habitually bending over, and carefully touching Leopard Brother's corpse.

The unlucky Leopard was first sniped in the chest, and then his body was hit by two more bursts of bullets, leaving him riddled with bullet holes like a sieve.

Fortunately, the nuclear radiation detector that Brother Leopard was wearing around his neck was not damaged. Leng San took it off and put it in his pocket, and then checked Brother Leopard's backpack.

Two bottles of clean water, one of which was blown up by a bullet and almost completely emptied, while the other was intact, with a capacity of 596 milliliters.

In this wasteland, clean water is extremely precious and can even be used as hard currency. A bottle of water is worth 30 contribution points, which is equivalent to Leng San's monthly rent.

Leng San put the intact bottle of water into his woven bag backpack, and drank and licked up all the remaining water in the other broken bottle.

Leopard Brother originally had ten vials of nutrient solution in his backpack, but they were all damaged by bullets and leaked out. Now only four vials remain.

Leng San eagerly drank a vial, and his hunger subsided slightly. However, this time Leng San dared not drink any more. He carefully put away the remaining three vials of nutrient solution, which would be his rations for the next few days.

Aside from these, there was nothing else in Leopard's backpack. Although he was the team leader, he wasn't much richer than Leng San and his underlings. It's estimated that Leopard had already spent all his savings to buy two grenades and two boxes of bullets.

Next, Leng San searched Leopard Brother's body and only found a triangular military dagger, which he threw directly into his woven bag.

In the wasteland, killing is not a crime, but wasting is. If you want to survive, you must put away your sense of shame and morality. No resources can be wasted, whether it is the corpse of an enemy or the corpse of a teammate. You must squeeze out all the "residual value".

Leng San then stripped off Leopard Brother's military leather boots and tried them on, but unfortunately they didn't fit. He could only throw them into a woven bag and take them back to the camp to exchange for some contribution points.

Next, Leng San cleaned up the scene again and obtained the following from Scarface: a machete, a Black Hawk revolver, a 596 ml bottle of water, 6 tubes of nutrient solution, a pair of military leather boots (which also didn't fit), and a backpack.

I got a butcher's knife, two tubes of nutrient solution, half a bottle of water, and a pair of rubber-soled sneakers from the skinny monkey. I'm pretty poor.

Leng San threw away his worn-out sandals and put on rubber-soled sneakers, which were barely a good fit for the skinny monkey.

Then, Leng San searched the bodies of the three attackers and reaped a rich harvest: a damaged sniper rifle, an AK98 rifle, an MP5 submachine gun, a number of bullets, 5 bottles of water, 32 tubes of nutrient solution, a watch with nuclear radiation detection function, and three daggers.

Leng San felt like he had become rich overnight. No wonder scavengers were so keen on double-crossing each other; the profits were indeed astonishing. However, this kind of illegal work was also risky; if you weren't careful, you could be eaten by someone else.

Without hesitation, Leng San tossed Leopard Brother's old radiation detector into the woven bag, put on his watch, and then lavishly downed two tubes of nutrient solution.

--belch

In this world, being able to eat one's fill is a kind of happiness. Leng San still has 40 tubes of nutrient solution left, enough for him to eat for eight to ten days. He also has eight bottles of water, which should be enough to last him a month.

But now there's a problem. This huge pile of supplies, especially the guns and ammunition, is quite heavy. Carrying it all back to camp would be exhausting, and it would be very conspicuous. If they encounter other scavengers on the way back, they might gang up on them and kill them.

"Don't flaunt your wealth, for possessing a treasure is a crime." This principle still applies in the wasteland, and is even more profound and unreserved.

So, Leng Sanzhi stuffed the MP5 submachine gun into Scarface's backpack, and hid the sniper rifle and AK98 rifle, along with the ammunition, somewhere to bring them back to the camp to exchange for contribution points later.

With everything ready, Leng San slung Scarface's backpack over his shoulder, picked up his woven bag, and headed in the opposite direction from where the mutated zombie had left. He didn't want to encounter that terrifying monster again.

After walking two blocks, Leng San cautiously turned back towards the camp. Suddenly, he smelled the odor of burning flesh. He immediately put down his woven bag, raised his AK47 warily, and looked around while listening intently.

"Come out, no need to hide anymore, I know you're there!" A cold female voice suddenly rang out, her tone carrying an unyielding authority.

Leng San frowned, remaining motionless against the corner of the wall. The next second, a scorching fireball was thrown without warning, exploding about two meters away from Leng San. The intense heat instantly singed a layer of Leng San's hair.

Leng San's heart trembled violently—an esper?

Since the nuclear war, nuclear radiation has permeated everywhere. The surviving humans have gradually adapted to the low-radiation environment, and some have even undergone genetic mutations, evolving various strange and wonderful superpowers, such as releasing flames.

Superhumans are extremely rare, much like mutated zombies. It's possible for only one in several thousand people to evolve into one, making them highly sought after by various forces. Among them, the [Wanhua Bio Group] has the most superhumans.

This is a biotechnology company that was already a top global biotechnology company before the nuclear war. The synthetic nutrients that the scavengers rely on for survival are products of [Wanhua Biotechnology Group].

After being shocked, Leng San had no choice but to obediently come out from behind the wall. Facing a superhuman, he had no chance of winning, so he might as well cooperate. Moreover, the other party did not seem to want to kill him. Otherwise, if that fireball had hit the corner of the wall just now, even if he hadn't died, he would have been severely burned by the high temperature.

As Leng San emerged from behind the wall, he found the scene in disarray. Four corpses lay on the ground, all wearing white cloaks embroidered with a sun symbol and a blood-red cross tattooed on their foreheads.

It is obvious that these are people from the Church of Light. The blood-red cross tattooed on their foreheads indicates that these people are the punishers of the Church of Light.

The Church of Light is not to be trifled with. It is one of the major powers in the wasteland, a force that can rival the Scavengers' Alliance and the Myriad Transformations Group, and is even more mysterious.

At this moment, all four punishers of the Church of Light were dead, killed by the woman in black before them.

However, the woman in black was also seriously injured and was leaning against the wall, barely alive. She looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, very clean and beautiful, but her eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

The woman in black sized up Leng San, perhaps seeing that he was just a thin boy. The flame in her pupils slowly disappeared, and she pointed to the ground.

Leng San obediently threw the AK47 in his hand to the ground, took off his backpack, and squatted down with his hands behind his head.

The woman nodded in satisfaction and said, "You're very sensible, Chenxi, come here."

As soon as the words were spoken, a little girl emerged from the ruins of a nearby building. She looked about eight or nine years old, and was unbelievably clean-cut, with delicate features. Her small, bright red lips were like a painting, and her skin seemed to be coated with a layer of glaze, smooth and flawless. Her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were all exquisitely detailed, making her as perfect as a work of art. She was dressed in ancient-style clothing and carried a small crossbody bag, looking dignified and elegant.

Leng San stared wide-eyed, as if he had seen a ghost. He never expected that this wasteland, filled with filth and nuclear radiation and barren of vegetation, could nurture such a delicate and beautiful little girl.

This wouldn't be surprising in a cultivation world, where spiritual energy is abundant, everyone cultivates, and the girls are generally quite beautiful. But in this wretched place...

The little girl named Chenxi walked indifferently to the woman in black, looking straight ahead, without saying a word or even glancing at the woman in black or Leng San.

Leng San wondered to himself, could this little girl be blind?

The woman in black held the girl's hand, her eyes filled with sorrow and reluctance, and murmured, "I'm too badly injured, I'm dying. From now on, you'll have to rely on yourself to live well."

The little girl's eyelids finally twitched, and she looked down at the woman in black, her eyes seemingly puzzled.

The woman in black turned her gaze to Leng San and asked, "What's your name? Where do you live?"

"Zhao Si, Camp C-992." Leng San lied without changing his expression, while secretly assessing the black-clad woman's injuries.

The woman in black seemed to see through Leng San's thoughts. A cold smile appeared on her lips, and a flame silently appeared on her index finger. It was blue, indicating that the temperature was very high.

Leng San immediately abandoned the idea of ​​launching a sudden attack, lowered his head and honestly replied, "My name is Leng San, and I live in the C-361 Scavenger Camp."

The woman in black sneered, but she wasn't angry. To survive in the wasteland, deception wasn't shameful; stupidity was!

"Leng San, how about we make a deal?" the woman in black said calmly.

Leng San frowned and said, "You want me to take care of this girl for you?"

"You are very smart," the woman in black nodded.

Leng San shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't even support myself, let alone take care of her."

The woman in black glanced at Leng San's heavy backpack and woven bag, and sneered, "You seem to have taken good care of yourself. Not bad for you today!"

"Luckily, I found it!"

"Enough nonsense, I'm making a deal with you, not begging you!" The flame on the woman's fingertip suddenly grew larger.