Rise of the Wasteland in Cultivation

As night fell, the roars of the horde of corpses rose and fell, along with various strange noises, as if a vast army was surging, which was quite frightening.

Leng San was also on edge. If the zombie horde surged in, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold them off. After all, one can't fight against many. No matter how strong you are, you can't withstand the relentless attacks of the zombie horde. It was only a matter of time before he met his end in the Northwest.

Leng San sat cross-legged against the wall, straining his ears to listen intently. He soon discovered that the howling of the corpses was coming from outside the industrial park, which was surprisingly quiet inside.

Is it because this park is the territory of that mutated zombie that other zombies dare not enter? Or is the space here special, preventing the zombies outside from getting in?

To verify his conjecture, Leng San stood up, walked to the window, and quietly pulled back the curtains to look outside.

There was a moon tonight, two moons, one in the east and one in the west, hanging obliquely in the sky. Although the two moons were dim and hazy, with the help of the faint moonlight and his eyes enhanced by the second-level gene, Leng San could still see the situation outside clearly.

Looking around, the roads inside the park were empty and quiet, not even a ghost could be seen. But outside the park, it was bustling with activity. The hordes of zombies were swarming and shadowy, and their roars were deafening. It was impossible to tell how many zombies had gathered together.

Seeing that the horde of zombies had indeed not entered the park, Leng San felt relieved. Whatever the reason, it was a good thing that the horde of zombies didn't come in. At least he was safe tonight. Now, the headache was how to find an exit to leave this place.

Unfortunately, Leng San's current cultivation level is only at the first level of Qi Refining, and he cannot yet project his divine sense. If he were still a Golden Core cultivator, he could easily find the exit of this chaotic space with a sweep of his powerful divine sense.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world. A nobody is a nobody. Leng San is currently just a nobody at the first level of Qi Refining. The Golden Core stage is still centuries away from him.

Leng San sat in the darkness for two hours. Well, there was no spiritual energy here, so he couldn't cultivate. He also didn't dare to fall asleep, so he could only sit there.

When people are bored, they can always find something to do to kill time.

Leng San turned on the watch's light function and pulled out a palm-sized notebook from his backpack. This notebook was left behind by the original owner of the body, "Leng San".

Leng San opened the notebook and saw that the first few pages were filled with crookedly written numbers: 1, 2, 3, 4... followed by some simple addition and subtraction calculations. Turning to the next few pages, the entire page was covered with the two characters "Leng San". At first, the writing was very ugly, like earthworms crawling, but it gradually became neater. Although it was still ugly, it was at least much more pleasing to the eye.

Clearly, this is the notebook that Leng San used to learn to write when he was a child. His first teachers were his parents. Unfortunately, he became an orphan when he was six or seven years old, and no one continued to teach him, so he didn't know many characters.

However, now that the cultivator Leng Shan has taken over this body, he is literate, can write and calculate, and has knowledge of two worlds, so Leng San can definitely be considered erudite.

It is worth mentioning that the literacy rate among scavengers born after the nuclear war is alarmingly low. Six out of ten are illiterate, while three out of four know a little bit about the characters. Only about 10% are fully literate.

Soon, Leng Shan finished reading Leng San's notebook. Although there weren't many words on it, because she had inherited Leng San's memories, Leng Shan was able to vividly relive Leng San's feelings at the time from the few words in the notebook, or even some messy strokes.

For example, on one page, there was a drawing of a cloud that was raining, and a little person was huddled in the corner of a container. Next to him were a few words written in a messy hand: Dad, Mom, Sister. He probably didn't know how to write the character for "sister" and wrote it as "dwarf".

It's raining. A five-year-old boy huddled in a corner, missing his parents and sister who had turned into stars!

This hastily written notebook may seem insignificant, but it clearly "records" the growth trajectory of a scavenging orphan, evoking both sighs and emotions.

In this cruel wasteland, people die every day, and every day people become orphans. Few of these orphans can truly grow up safely. Leng San is unfortunate, yet also seemingly lucky. At least his physical body is still alive, and all his memories have been preserved, merging with the fir tree.

Leng Shan pulled a pencil, now only an inch long, from his backpack and wrote the three characters "Leng Muyun" in beautiful running script on the latest page of his notebook!

In the world of cultivation, his name is Leng Shan, and his courtesy name is Mu Yun. Fellow cultivators in the cultivation world usually call him by his courtesy name—Brother Mu Yun.

"Alright, little brother Leng San, from now on you are me and I am you. When I reshape my Golden Core, perhaps I can help you realize your childhood dream." Leng Shan muttered to himself as he turned to the previous page of his notebook.

This page features a crooked drawing, probably at a kindergarten level, but you can still make out the general idea: a family of four is flying a kite under a bright and sunny sky, with two birds that look like swallows flying by, so the season must be spring.

Fir closed his laptop, yawned, and felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him. He actually fell asleep leaning against the wall.

At this moment, the clattering of high heels echoed in the hallway outside the conference room. The sound gradually faded away, then returned towards the conference room, finally stopping outside the door. Meanwhile, Leng San, who was always on guard, was still fast asleep, seemingly oblivious to everything.

A moment later, a cold wind suddenly rose, as if a shadow had passed through the door. The talisman for suppressing evil spirits that Leng San had drawn on the wall suddenly flashed with light, and a burst of yang energy of lightning immediately spread out.

The shadow seemed startled and suddenly rushed out of the door, but the sound of high heels in the hallway could be heard fading away.

Leng San was still fast asleep, dreaming. In his dream, he was flying kites with his parents and sister. The weather was fine, spring was in full bloom, willows were swaying, and swallows were skimming across the clear lake in pairs...

"Hey, who are you?" the little sister suddenly asked in a childish voice.

Leng San was flying a kite when he heard this and turned around to see Chen Xi standing prettily behind him, holding a pillow.

"Oh my, whose little girl is this? She's so pretty!" the mother said to the father with a smile.

The father nodded and said, "She's much prettier than our girl. Who raises a daughter this beautiful?"

"Do you want to play together?" Leng San asked, turning his head.

Chenxi nodded, and Leng San stuffed the kite string into her hand. The latter immediately beamed with joy, and her bright eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons.

But soon after the kite string was in Chenxi's hands, the kite, which had been flying high, began to wobble and fall.

My little sister giggled and said, "You're so clumsy, so clumsy! You don't know how to play!"

Chenxi's eyes dimmed instantly, and she picked up her pillow and walked to the side, lost in thought.

Just as Leng San was about to step forward to offer some words of comfort, suddenly with a loud bang, the blue sky and white clouds collapsed, the lake water was instantly evaporated by the terrifying heat, and everything in front of him turned to ashes, including his parents and sister.

"Ah!" Leng San cried out in terror, instantly waking up from his dream. The roars of the zombies were clearly audible.

Leng San's heart trembled violently. The howling of the corpses was very close, clearly inside the park, and it was mixed with human shouts and intense gunfire.

"Oh no, the horde of zombies has invaded the park?" Leng San sprang up from the ground, rushed to the window like lightning, lifted the curtain and looked downstairs. His scalp tingled with fear.

Under the dim moonlight, the once empty roads of the park were now teeming with zombies, including a few that ran particularly fast and were clearly mutated zombies.

Leng San's heart sank to the bottom. It was difficult enough to deal with just one mutated zombie, let alone several, not to mention the dense horde of zombies. If he were discovered, he would be in big trouble.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just then, three explosions suddenly occurred in the horde of corpses. It turned out that someone had thrown three grenades into the horde, which exploded on the spot, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere. The scene was quite explosive.

"Gentle, run!" A familiar voice shouted, undoubtedly Zhou Chen from the Canglang Scavenging Team.

Leng San's heart skipped a beat, and he looked closely. He saw that about five people were surrounded by a horde of zombies. One of them, a girl with a ponytail, was quite fierce. She had a laser pistol in her left hand and an overclocked oscillating knife in her right. With one shot, she blew the head off a zombie, and with another, she cleaved another zombie in two as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. It was absolutely amazing.

A young man standing nearby, judging from his build, should be Zhou Chen. He was holding a shotgun and was leading the charge, relentlessly firing at the horde of corpses.

Shotguns may not be great for long-range shooting, but they are definitely the king of close combat. Every shot is a rain of blood. Even if it doesn't hit the head, the immense power can still send zombies flying, temporarily clearing a safe space.

However, this thing has even stronger recoil than the Desert Eagle. An ordinary person's wrist would definitely not be able to withstand firing that many shots in a row, but Zhou Chen held the gun as steady as an old dog, which definitely shows the strength of a Tier 1 gene-enhanced warrior.

Besides Ye Wenrou and Zhou Chen, the other two members of the Canglang Squad were bringing up the rear, while the team leader, Bi Lang, was in the middle. He was walking with a limp, probably because he was injured. He should have been the strongest fighter, but at this moment he was in a protected position.

Leng San remembered that the Canglang scavenging team had seven members, but now there are only five. The other two are probably dead.

At that moment, a mutated zombie suddenly launched a sneak attack. A member of the Wolf Squad, who was responsible for covering the rear, was instantly cut in two by a bone blade. Before he could even scream, he was overwhelmed by countless zombies.

"Da Ben is dead, ah!" another team member in charge of the rearguard roared in grief and indignation.

This guy was fat, and his weapon was an alloy round shield covered with sharp steel spikes. He charged at the horde of corpses that were devouring his teammate's flesh like a madman, like a bulldozer, carving a path through them. Unfortunately, his teammate had already been torn to pieces.

"Fatty, come back!"

Bi Lang, Ye Wenrou, and Zhou Chen shouted in unison, but the fat man was already surrounded by zombies.

A mutated zombie slammed into the fat man's round shield like a cannonball. Although it was riddled with holes by steel spikes, it still knocked the fat man to the ground.