boyutpedia [145] I Hate The Combination Of White Hair And Squinting Eyes. Is There No Anesthetic? (Please Custo
[145] I Hate The Combination Of White Hair And Squinting Eyes. Is There No Anesthetic? (Please Custo
The world fell silent for a moment.
No cheers, no discussions; it seemed as if they were all drawn into the young man in the sky.
The east wind rises to the Yaojing, names are listed on the golden list of Tianmen.
How carefree, how free-spirited.
With the changing of divine light, the scene shifts.
It begins.
In the midst of the two battlefields, Wu Ping descends and faces the Dalai Lingtong of the Golden Body Sect.
One person, one punch. Wu Ping remains calm, while Dalai Lingtong is about to be smashed to death, falling thousands of kilometers away, shattering countless mountains, barely preserving his life by opening his golden body.
Flashes of battle scenes pass by.
Those so-called geniuses have almost no resistance in his hands.
As if breaking rotten wood and crumbling dry leaves.
Clearly, those whose cultivation far surpasses Wu Ping are unable to even withstand a single blow from him.
Various means are employed: physical strength, Law Treasures, techniques, secret arts, divine seeds, and even summoned zombie monsters.
An endless array of techniques appears, dazzling the onlookers.
A fifteen-year-old boy, showcasing his accomplishments to everyone today.
Everything he touches is mastered.
Unfortunately, Wu Ping himself is not present at the scene.
At this moment, he is sitting cross-legged on the peak of Mount Tai.
Bathed in the purple light from the east and the setting sun.
The aura of life and death constantly transforms around him.
In the realm of Dragon Transformation, forcibly comprehending the power of the laws.
If these scenes were leaked, who knows how many people would go crazy and despair.
While others are still climbing, Wu Ping has already started running.
And he has skipped the stage of learning to walk in between.
Under the rotation of the sun and moon.
Wu Ping's realm continues to rise.
His comprehension of the power of the laws deepens constantly.
Finally, in the third month after Wu Ping returned to the end of the world.
It is another early morning.
The clouds in the sky roll like gods playing.
Suddenly opening his eyes, the world suddenly freezes, and the sea of clouds dissipates in an instant.
The bursting momentum rushes away, and the accumulated clouds disappear in an instant.
Exhaling a long breath, a mouthful of white mist is blown away.
Looking at his realm again, it is unexpectedly the seventh level of Dragon Transformation.
"The power of these laws is truly profound."
As he speaks, Wu Ping holds his hands, with his left hand representing life and his right hand representing death.
Turning his head to look at the place where the Tai Shan Fu Jun Temple should have been.
Now, because the stone tablet was not placed, it is a normal scene.
Wu Ping's curiosity about this place is too great.
There are many ways to comprehend the power of the laws.
First: Let the transcending tribulation experts above assist and display the power of the laws they have comprehended, and let later generations comprehend their laws. However, the power of the laws comprehended by later generations is not pure, as there will be things and will left behind by previous generations.
Second: Comprehend the power of the laws that exist between heaven and earth, such as the power of the laws in various forbidden areas and treasure grounds. However, in places like these, the five elements laws are more prevalent, and the five elements laws are also among the many laws.
The most fundamental and easiest to comprehend.
Even many powerful beings with strong talent and comprehension do not need to comprehend the five elements laws. Once they comprehend other laws, the five elements laws will naturally come and attach themselves.
After all, the five elements constitute the heaven and earth.
It is also the most fundamental thing.
If it were not for the inability to find other laws to comprehend, no one would propose to actively comprehend the five elements laws.
Of course, priority should be given to finding better ones.
But places with high-level law power are not easy to find.
And there is also a high possibility that they were left behind by others.
Therefore, pure laws are rare treasures for cultivators. You can mix your own things in the laws. It is originally a piece of existence without impurities. When you add your own understanding, it becomes the most suitable for you.
There will be no influence from others.
Learning from others is ultimately just learning.
Creating on one's own is what counts as pioneering.
And the life and death principles permeating the Temple of Taishan Furen are the purest and most unadulterated principles.
Wu Ping only needs to absorb, refine, comprehend, and make them his own.
How is this not a treasure trove?
It's like how others make money by earning from their bosses and customers.
Wu Ping makes money by simply going downstairs and moving the money piled up downstairs into his own home.
As long as he's willing to move, all of it belongs to him.
The current situation is that no one is competing with him.
However, when it comes to realm, Wu Ping still can't move too much.
The power of comprehending the Dragon Transformation realm's principles is already heaven-defying.
As for the heavily concentrated life and death principles in the Temple of Taishan Furen, he wants to enter, but he can't do it now. At most, he can wait for the power of the principles in his body to digest, and next time he can get closer.
"I will come again next time."
Not only here, but there are many other places he will explore.
Since there is the Temple of Taishan Furen in Taishan, what about other places?
Could there be similar existences?
Could there also be pure principles of power?
To do one's best and achieve the most perfect state with one's own efforts, this is what he has always pursued.
He got up and put the stone tablet into his storage ring, then flew up into the sky.
Returning to the base.
Cao Ke and the other two had been waiting for a long time.
"How was the harvest over there?"
Wu Ping asked.
Cao Ling said happily, "Feifei and I worked together, of course it was a complete success. We killed a few people and beat up a group of people. From now on, Longshan will be our backyard. We will be responsible for providing food, and they will provide us with zombie corpses and mutant beast flesh and blood."
"The road to Longshan has been cleared, so we can now sit among the corpses of the zombies."
Wu Ping: "Didn't they say they managed to cultivate crops over there? How many varieties per year and what is the yield per mu?"
"The seeds are average, and the yield is not high. However, the person who developed the seeds is a genius. He extracted the power of the zombie crystal nucleus and combined it with the corn seeds he found, creating corn suitable for planting in the apocalypse. But it's not grown in soil."
"Instead, it's fed with the flesh and blood of zombies and mutated beasts, just like the Demonic Tree. It's not an ordinary one-year corn; it's more like a tree. After harvesting the corn, it will grow again. The taste is hard to describe, but it can be used as food to ensure people don't starve."
"But that's all in the past. Before coming back, we destroyed all the seeds and cultivated corn. If we want to eat grain in the future, we have to get it from us."
Xu Feifei finished speaking, and Cao Ling added, "That's right."
Wu Ping nodded in satisfaction, "Well done. Key things should be in our hands. What about the person who developed the seeds? Did you bring him back?"
"We brought him back and he's being held captive. We're waiting for Brother Wu to review and decide whether to keep him or kill him."
"Let's go and take a look."
The three women led Wu Ping to the place where the captive was held.
It was a completely enclosed wooden house with only a small window.
Although it was made of wood, its strength was comparable to steel.
As Wu Ping arrived, a large hole slowly opened in the doorless wooden wall.
Light shone in.
Inside was a young man with glasses and a white coat. Wu Ping recognized him as You Xiao.
Their eyes met.
Wu Ping smiled.
You Xiao became somewhat excited and stood up to come over.
But before he could take a few steps, the door closed instantly.
"Let me out!"
"I can conduct research for you. I have my own unique understanding of zombies, zombie crystal nuclei, and mutated beasts. I am a rare talent!"
"I can help you."
Wu Ping seemed as if he hadn't heard these words at all.
He turned slightly and asked the three women, "What do you think?"
"In our base, are there any exceptionally intelligent loyalists, regardless of age, who must be very clever?
Cao Ke, who knows the situation in the base the best, immediately responded, 'Yes!'
She is a biology professor named Zhuang Zilin, 33 years old this year, 1.74 meters tall, weighing 119 jin. Before the outbreak, she was a genius and had won multiple awards. She has published an article on animal replacement of human necrotic visceral changes.'
'And what field of research is she engaged in? She was nominated internationally and participated in the development of the latest anti-cancer drug, but it has not been produced yet. The apocalypse broke out before that. In a certain sense, she is the smartest person in our base.'
'She is very loyal, and you personally saved her.'
'When did I save her? I don't know.'
Wu Ping was a little confused when he heard this.
'Before, the three of us were trapped on the commercial street. Zhuang Zilin happened to be trapped there too, only a few hundred meters away from us. At that time, you killed all the zombies there and saved the three of us.'
'All of this was seen by many people, but due to your strength, many people did not dare to speak up. Zhuang Zilin was among them. Later, that area was temporarily cleared, and those trapped people were able to go out and find food without starving to death.'
'Later, when our base started recruiting people, Zhuang Zilin was among the first batch to come to our base.'
'Wu Ping: 'Then go and bring her here, and also bring this person. Prepare a clean room for me. I have a use for it.'
Xu Feifei brought Wu Ping to a clean and spacious wooden house.
Not long after, a woman with delicate features but with a hint of the passage of time in the corners of her eyes was brought in.
Zhuang Zilin walked into the room.
She nervously pushed up the slightly faded gold-rimmed glasses on her face.
On the way here, Cao Ke had already told her that Wu Ping wanted to see her.
Compared to other people, not only Zhuang Zilin, but the entire base admired this mysterious man!
But compared to others, Zhuang Zilin's admiration was even more intense and complex, containing gratitude.
Xu Feifei and Cao Ke went out.
Only two people were left in the spacious room.
Wu Ping sat and looked at Zhuang Zilin in front of him. 'Are you afraid of death?'
Her gentle voice instantly brought her back to reality.
She quickly shook her head. 'Not afraid!'
At this moment, the door of the wooden house was pushed open again."
Yuxiao, who was tightly bound, was brought in by Cao Ling.
He kept making whimpering sounds with his mouth, and when he was thrown to the ground, he wriggled like a big maggot.
Wu Ping stood up and waved his hand, causing a gust of wind that cleaned the table in front of him spotlessly.
"This person is called Yuxiao. His awakened ability is called 'Ghost Brain,' which is a talent that enhances brainpower and calculation ability. He is a talented individual. Originally, he had a chance to survive, but I prefer the combination of bed hair and squinting eyes."
As he spoke, Wu Ping activated his spiritual power, and a sharp spiritual knife appeared in his hand.
While speaking, Wu Ping adjusted the shape of the knife and the proportions of the handle and blade.
...Flowers are requested...
"Moreover, from the moment I first saw him, I could sense that this person is rebellious, and he is not an original member of the base. So, he cannot be kept. However, his Ghost Brain is a very useful talent."
"I can't bear to let go of such a good thing, so I plan to remove the memories that belong to him from his mind, along with some useless things, and only leave the essence and abilities, transferring them into your body."
"In other words, a part of your brain may be removed by me. Are you afraid?"
These words fell into Yuxiao's ears like thunder.
He struggled incessantly, but Cao Ling had tied him tightly, making it impossible for him to escape.
Wu Ping ignored him and just looked at Zhuang Zilin.
Although he hadn't been with Ouyang Zhongmo for long, he had learned many things from him, including these methods, such as how to obtain the cool brain of Ouyang Zhongmo.
He just hadn't put them into practice, but Wu Ping was still confident in himself.
But there's always a chance of failure.
What if he made a mistake?
For Wu Ping, this was also a bold attempt.
Zhuang Zilin's face turned pale.
Brain transplantation... This is simply outrageous.
But thinking about Wu Ping's methods and the current apocalyptic background where even abilities exist, she still chose to nod without hesitation.
"I'm not afraid, but can I make a request?"
"Well, go ahead, I'm listening."
Wu Ping's scalpel was already calibrated.
"I understand that there will be trade-offs, and I hope to retain my knowledge. If there's anything that needs to be removed, please remove my memories of life before the apocalypse. They are of no use to me."
"Okay, I promise. Lie down."
Zhuang Zilin took a deep breath and lay down on the long table. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her clenched hands showed her nervousness.
She actually wanted to ask a question: "Is there anesthesia?"
But as her consciousness gradually dissipated, she never got the chance to ask.
When Zhuang Zilin woke up, three days had already passed.
On the ground beside her was a long-dead body.
The room was filled with books.
Apart from a slight headache, she didn't feel anything unusual.
And she could clearly feel that many things she hadn't understood before, as well as some academic knowledge, now seemed to make perfect sense.
But the price was the loss of many memories of life before the apocalypse.
It was as if her whole life had been spent reading and studying.
"Awake?"
Wu Ping sat on the sofa, holding a book on neurology in his hand.
It looked quite old.
Ten years after the apocalypse.
These things were all products from before the apocalypse.
In that instant, Zhuang Zilin suddenly understood why there were so many books in the room...
So it was him, performing surgery on himself while learning on the spot??!!
Wu Ping closed the book, feeling a bit embarrassed, but his face remained calm. "Those things don't matter. As long as the result is satisfactory, how do you feel?"
Could she not feel embarrassed?
When he actually started the operation, he realized how difficult these things were. Connecting nerves, where to connect, even with the assistance of spiritual power, he made many mistakes. It was obvious that he was...
Controlling the nerves of the hands, after connecting, Zhuang Zilin's feet kept trembling.
Controlling the nerves of facial expressions, tears kept flowing after hanging.
It scared Wu Ping.
He immediately took out a pill from his Flying Head Barbarian and hung it to save her life.
Then he found books to study and learn slowly. While reading, he performed surgery.
There is also memory removal, like a revolving lantern, after watching, you have to select places to delete and cut.
Delicate work.
Tiring.
"It feels pretty good, just... my head hurts a bit."
"Pain is normal, it will get better in the future."
Looking at her crown, Wu Ping ultimately did not design a flip cover like Ouyang Zhongmo's for her.
He did consider it, but later felt it might not be appropriate, so he gave up.
Instead, he used the newly acquired Law of Life to heal her from the inside out.
So, for Zhuang Zilin to survive and for Wu Ping to succeed, two things are indispensable: luck and good fortune.
If Wu Ping hadn't mastered this tiny bit of the Law of Life, even if Zhuang Zilin could survive, there would still be problems, such as spasms at irregular intervals, facial paralysis, inability to control facial expressions, or neurological disorders, brain death resulting in drooling.
These are considered good situations.
"Go, go back and rest well. I will instruct Cao Ke and the others to provide you with crystal core melodies to nourish your body and enhance your abilities. The research work at the base will be entrusted to you. If you need anything, just tell them."
"But remember, the base doesn't support idle people or rebels. You have to produce results, and I will give you time."
"Feifei."
Wu Ping called out.
Xu Feifei pushed open the door and walked in.
He got up and gently placed a Youth-Retaining Pill and a Life Extending Pill in Zhuang Zilin's hand.
"Take her downstairs to rest."
"Feifei will tell you the effects of these things. This is the reward you deserve. I hope you won't disappoint me."