"Such a slow car..."
"Driving like you are in Xia Country, the ancestors would be besieged by the surrounding drivers."
"If you drive like this on a mountain road, a logging truck with failed brakes could just plow you off the road..."
Master Fuli looked disdainfully at Lin Wanying from his slumped position in the passenger seat and complained.
It took him barely ten minutes to drive up the mountain, but with Lin Wanying driving down, nearly twenty minutes had passed.
Who do you know that can drift on mountain roads and still kick up enough dust for other cars to catch up?
"Lord Immortal Fu is of great worth, so naturally, driving incognito requires extra safety precautions..." Lin Wanying declared confidently.
"I really must make you a driver for a day in either the Imperial Capital or Peng City. By evening, I'd like to see whether your Lin Family ancestors do or do not visit you in your dreams..."
Master Fuli sneered, full of disdain for Lin Wanying's golden right foot driving style.
If Lin Ying had been driving today, she would've already been asking him if attaching wings to the SUV to glide back home over the cliff was a good idea.
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Master Fuli's car led the way as the Unos team set off towards Goldmine Town, heading for the main camp of the Land of Longevity.
"You're back? Tell me quickly, what's the situation inside the ruins..."
Before Master Fuli returned, Li Wenkang had already been waiting at the entrance of the anti-aircraft valley. As soon as he saw the convoy return, he eagerly stepped forward and asked:
"If what the inscriptions say is true, we might urgently need to borrow some metallographic replacement fluid from Heaven and Earth Coexistence."
If the metallic sphere inside the ruins truly is made of the same material as Master Fuli's Gravity Hammer.
Then Li Wenkang could unreservedly say that with the shoddy explosives of the Tropical Continent, they couldn't even scrape the metallic sphere, let alone open it.
"Don't worry, Brother Wandering, it might really be sleeping now, but that doesn't mean there are no defense mechanisms."
Master Fuli raised a paw, signaling Old Li not to worry, and then explained to Li Wenkang about the sentient purple-black fungus.
"So..." Li Wenkang pondered, considering that what Master Fuli said made sense.
Excavating the ruins requires time, and if the purple-black fungus is allowed to fester, once it attacks, the excavation team could be completely wiped out.
Before excavating the ruins, the purple-black fungus must be eradicated.
"Do you have any bottles of Pulse here? Go find me three to five bottles of Pulse, I need them to make some bait."
Master Fuli's little fox face showed a hint of proud satisfaction, as he made a request to Li Wenkang.
"Pu... Pulse bottles?"
Li Wenkang froze with a question mark appearing over his head and instinctively lowered his head to contemplate, seemingly understanding what the bait meant, and sighed with a forehead of black lines.
Completely confident, Master Fuli stared at Li Wenkang, slightly lifting his head.
"Fine, fine, I'll have the investigators pick up a few new bottles of Pulse from the town supermarket on their way back." Li Wenkang waved his hand weakly.
"If there's no Pulse, Scream works even better." Master Fuli greeted Li Wenkang then called Lin Wanying to come and help him take a bath on the bus.
"Are you having an encrypted conversation? Why do I feel like I didn't understand a thing?" Unos, perplexed, handed his phone to Li Wenkang while asking.
"Lack of education is to your disadvantage; you'll understand naturally after living in Xia Country for a long time." Li Wenkang patted Unos on the shoulder, inviting it to enter the anti-aircraft base with him.
Just as Master Fuli returned to the front of the bus, he heard a clear, crisp child's voice:
"Foster daughter Vimal welcomes foster father home..." The little angel, wearing a loose white dress with golden wavy long hair, emerged from the bus roof, landed on the ground, and cupped her fists, bowing deeply to Master Fuli.
"Hmm?"
Seeing Vimal in her angelic form, Master Fuli raised a brow and said:
"What nonsense are you talking about? I've never agreed to be your foster father, don't create false associations here..."
"And what's with your body? Weren't you supposed to be an adult?"
The angelic Vimal, about half a meter tall, looked no bigger than a newborn baby. In fact, she really was freshly born.
"Uh... it's to avoid getting beaten up!" Vimal explained, full of awkwardness.
Vimal considers her appearance unmatched, a rare beauty in the world who could birth a brand new, unopened body from her old one.
But Master Fuli was indifferent, landing punches on the face of any unparalleled beauty, kicking at the chest, and wielding the Gravity Hammer mercilessly.
The reason Vimal visited Master Fuli in her small angel form was mainly because children's appearances convey pure innocence, less likely to provoke hostility.
After all...
When Master Fuli summoned her, he didn't have a good tone, clearly something had annoyed him.
"Well... let's not talk about the body, may I ask why you summoned me, Master Fuli?" The little angel asked very cautiously.
"Xiao Lin, chair—"
Master Fuli looked at Lin Wanying, and though she was puzzled, she quickly brought over a chair for him to sit on.
But instead of sitting, Master Fuli stood on the chair, inviting Vimal forward to speak.
"That self-gene cultivation of yours ended up removing someone's arm, and ran to my home, stealing my cola!"
With a stern face, Master Fuli raised a paw and jabbed Vimal's head with two-finger meditation.
"If it's bad, go practice, stop with the tricks on Master Fuli, today it dares to steal cola, tomorrow your Royal Mutual Benefit will dare rebelling against me!"
"Yes, yes, Master Fuli is correct, I will return tomorrow and immediately ensure that Xia Country's patients are provided with complete treatment plans..."
The little angel crouched with her neck retracted, holding her head with both hands, speaking with aggrieved innocence.
Autogenic cultivation is a mature technology.
However, the complete treatment plan may take about three months, while a truncated version could complete limb regrowth and organ replacement in a week.
Yet the regrown limbs might occasionally have ideas of leaving home.
But wouldn't that just mean another payment, capturing it would mean a stitching fee from me.
If you can't find it, then... you can queue to buy a new prosthetic again.
Accomplishing the treatment in one go doesn't earn as much as turning the illness into a chronic condition.
No matter who asks, even if it's Master Fuli, Vimal would say the same thing.
If I don't earn more, how can I later honor my foster father?
At most, in the future when Xia Country people apply, we charge an additional 100,000 Xia Currency for the complete treatment plan.
"Bring out the list of Xia Country patients, if I hear a similar complaint again, I assure you that top executives of your Royal Mutual Benefit Group will hang on the Triangular Hammer..." Master Fuli extended his hand, demanding the information from the little angel.
"Alright, alright..." The little angel took the phone from her small backpack, called her secretary, and let them immediately take action to retrieve and send over the documents.
After settling the little angel, Ansheng directly headed to the bus to prepare for a bath.
However.
When Master Fuli was boarding, the little angel sidled up with a fawning face, asking:
"By the way, there's one more thing I wanted to trouble Master Fuli with slightly..."
As she spoke, the little angel extended her palm, running her fingers through her hair as if searching for something.
A moment later, the little angel pulled out two long white hairs from her golden tresses, and asked:
"It's just this..."
"You see, I really behave well, Master Fuli, please retract your power!"
"They're way too lively and mischievous, hanging as bangs today at my forehead, and tomorrow running to the back of my head, standing upright, impossible to comb down..."
"This is... my fur?"
Seeing the white hair on the little angel's head, Ansheng showed a look of skeptical surprise.
"When... did you steal my fur?"