Rise of the Wasteland in Cultivation

Early the next morning, Chenxi had her little crossbody bag ready. With her beautiful hair loose, she sat quietly at the octagonal table, holding the red hair tie in her left hand and the keys to her Jialing motorcycle in her right.

Leng San found it both amusing and frustrating. It was obvious that this little girl was determined to go out with him today, and she even knew to hold onto the car keys first, showing a bit of childish cunning.

"Alright, I'll take you this time, give me back the key!" Leng San affectionately rubbed Chenxi's little head and said. The latter immediately smiled and put the key back into Leng San's hand, visibly happy.

Leng San smiled helplessly. Actually, it was more than 300 kilometers to Yangcheng Class A Shelter. It was really risky for that old Jialing motorcycle to travel that far. It might break down halfway. So he originally planned to take an off-road vehicle. But now that Chen Xi wanted to come along, he changed his mind.

It's been almost a year, and this little girl has been staying in the camp. It's nice to take her out for a drive occasionally to relax.

With that in mind, Leng San stopped hesitating and quickly tied the little girl's hair into a ponytail. Since a helmet is required for riding a motorcycle, her hair wouldn't be tied up today. He also had her go back to her room to change into a denim outfit and sneakers, and put on a mask to cover her exquisitely beautiful face.

Dawn's identity is special, and her appearance is too outstanding. The A-level shelter is full of people and eyes, so it's best to be cautious to avoid attracting unnecessary trouble.

When Leng San appeared before everyone with Chen Xi, Bi Lang and the others were a little surprised, but they didn't say anything and greeted them warmly. Fatty even took out a piece of candy from his pocket, trying to use it as a bargaining chip to touch Chen Xi's cute little face, but he was completely ignored and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Zhou Chen laughed gleefully, "Greasy, lewd fat uncle, get in the car!"

Although Chenxi has become more cheerful, she basically ignores everyone except Leng San and Ye Wenrou. Fatty and Zhou Chen are only able to get close to her because of Leng San; otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to get near her.

"Little Chenxi, motorcycles are windy and dusty. Why don't you ride in an off-road vehicle with your gentle older sister? It will be much more comfortable that way," Ye Wenrou advised, holding Chenxi's little hand.

Chenxi shook her head and climbed onto the fuel tank of the Jialing motorcycle, sitting down in the spot she was used to.

Ye Wenrou had no choice but to give up and personally put the helmet on Chenxi, just like a caring older sister.

Zhou Chen said with envy, "I wish gentle girls could be this gentle to me."

The fat man chuckled and said, "Brother Chen, with all that cunning and shameless stuff about you, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable if a gentle girl didn't teach you a lesson every day?"

Zhou Chen nodded in deep agreement: "That makes sense."

"What are you two whispering about? Are you talking badly about me again?" Ye Wenrou suddenly turned around and glared at the two of them with an unfriendly expression.

Zhou Chen immediately said in a serious tone, "I didn't mutter anything. Little Chenxi looks really cool in this denim outfit. If she wore sunglasses, she would be perfect. She's even cooler than the child models in those magazines."

This reminded Leng San, who immediately ran to the supply station to buy a pair of sunglasses from Lao Xu for Chen Xi to wear, and bought a pair for himself as well, before officially setting off.

Yangcheng was originally a provincial capital city, about 320 kilometers from Shenzhen. It had a population of over ten million, but it was also destroyed in the nuclear war. After the Scavengers' Alliance was established, it built an A-level shelter in the northern part of Yangcheng, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people and was numbered A08.

Meanwhile, Leng San and his group drove for seven hours straight, finally arriving at the A08 shelter in northern Yangcheng. That old Jialing motorcycle was quite reliable; aside from being a bit slow, it had ridden over 300 kilometers without a single problem – its quality was excellent!

Before them stood a fortress-like city, built against the mountain, with electric fences and high walls stretching for miles, some over thirty meters high. The dense array of firepower on the city walls truly shocked Leng San and his companions.

Tsk tsk, with this insane defensive power, even the largest zombie horde would probably be mercilessly crushed. Of course, that's assuming there aren't any armored zombies in the horde; those things can even smash through subway station floors, so I wonder if the walls of this shelter can withstand them.

It was already afternoon, with about two hours until dark, the peak time for people entering the city. Shelter A08 had three gates—east, south, and west—all thick, heavy blast doors, and they were all open, but long queues still formed on the roads leading into the city.

Just then, a huge engine roar suddenly came from the sky, and Leng San and Chen Xi subconsciously looked up. They saw an airplane flying low overhead, casting a huge black shadow on the ground, seemingly preparing to land.

"Holy crap, this plane is huge! If I ever get the chance to ride in one, it would be totally worth it!" Zhou Chen poked his head out of the SUV, his face full of excitement and anticipation, clearly seeing an airplane for the first time.

The fat man nodded in agreement, "Me too! Damn, it's flying lower and lower, is it about to land?"

Ye Wenrou sighed and rubbed her forehead, annoyed. "Can you two stop embarrassing yourselves?"

Zhou Chen chuckled and said, "I'm just a country bumpkin in the city, what's so shameful about that? If you've never seen it before, you've never seen it before. Speaking of which, since the nuclear war, there probably aren't many flyable planes left on the entire planet!"

Indeed, the nuclear war of that year almost destroyed the entire industrial capacity of the planet Earth. Most things could no longer be produced. For example, complex transportation vehicles like airplanes were produced by hundreds or thousands of companies working together. Now, most of the parts have stopped being produced, and we can only rob Peter to pay Paul.

This is why there are very few air routes still operating globally, and the number of aircraft is less than one hundred, all of which are monopolized by the five major powers.

Bi Lang, being well-informed, glanced at the aircraft's markings and confidently stated, "This is a plane belonging to the Wanhua Biotechnology Group, and it's a cargo plane, probably transporting nutrient solutions."

Currently, 99% of scavengers worldwide rely on nutritional supplements to survive, so the demand is huge. However, Wanhua Bio-Group usually only sets up a branch on one continent to produce nutritional supplements, so they are generally transported by air.

Twenty miles north of Shelter A08, there was a makeshift airfield. At that moment, the cargo plane belonging to Wanhua Biotechnology Group landed on the runway.

A man and a woman, both wearing sunglasses, disembarked from the plane and got into a black minivan. The minivan quickly drove away from the airport, but instead of heading to the nearby A08 shelter, it went straight onto the highway and sped towards Shenzhen.