Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 235: Gather

"Burning shit... is it really that much fun?"

Ying Hui couldn’t help but feel utterly baffled as he watched Zhou Bai’s face light up with joy and excitement.

However, after seeing that the other’s mental state remained stable and nothing untoward happened, Ying Hui left some staff in charge of monitoring Zhou Bai’s actions and left on his own.

From midnight, Zhou Bai burned (sold) until 6 in the morning, obtaining a total of 12,000 units of laziness.

"That’s a sufficient amount; I don’t need to search for them myself anymore."

"And since they’re all officially mine, I don’t need to spend an extra 10 minutes on the turnover."

"Indeed, utilizing the power of the group is much stronger than fighting alone."

"I really want to live here forever."

However, letting Zhou Bai burn shit 24 hours a day was clearly something that Ying Hui and his people could not accept.

So after six o’clock, Zhou Bai had breakfast but still needed to attend class (sleep).

Naturally, Christina took Zhou Bai’s place in the class.

Early this morning, she went to see Ying Hui to discuss the selection of the second layer of divine diagrams.

As Ying Hui presented Zhou Bai with several choices, he said, "I have two diagrams for the second layer of the sword path here. One is the shadow-born which excels in shadows, lurking, and assassination, and the other is the dragon-slayer, most suitable for heavy swords..."

"Of course, I choose the shadow-born. I can make shadow jumps, turn swords into shadows, and shadows into swords," Christina said eagerly, "It goes perfectly with my Chengying."

"Heh, I thought you would choose that," Ying Hui thought, and instantly, a divine diagram representing the shadow-born appeared before him and entered Zhou Bai’s sea of knowledge.

Christina’s Taiyi Roulette swiftly merged with it, and on its second layer, 8 new stellar points were born.

In the following days, Christina attended classes during the day to cultivate the divine diagram, and after class, she would return the body to Zhou Bai.

Zhou Bai then joined a study group to practice various swordsmanship and infuse them into the Chengying Sword, and secondly to draw in foreign powers from beyond the heavens to strengthen the Chengying.

When Zhou Bai went to the study group, Christina would go home to practice spiritual respiration and supervise Elsa as she visualized the original Daoist scriptures 02.

In the middle of the night, it was Zhou Bai who took the Chengying Sword to burn shit, but Christina simply refused to do it.

As a result, both Zhou Bai’s strength and his laziness value advanced by leaps and bounds day by day.

Over the past 8 months through continuous accumulation and preparation, Zhou Bai’s power finally entered a period of explosive growth, increasing at a rate that shocked everyone.

0 meters below Donghua City.

In the basement of a civilian area.

Amid the flickering candlelight, twisted shadows soared in the center of the basement.

Xiao Pei, dressed in a black robe, levitated beside the twisting shadow.

Dozens of humans knelt on the ground, looking up at Xiao Pei and the shadow beside her with surprise. Some were missing hands, others were without legs, showing varying degrees of disability.

Moreover, most of them had wandering eyes and were unkempt, only showing a glimmer of hope in their eyes upon seeing Xiao Pei and the shadow.

They were all cultivators disabled for various reasons, robbed of their chance to continue their cultivation journey.

Xiao Pei looked at them, a hint of pity in her eyes.

She turned to an old man and asked, "Old Zheng, how have you been recently?"

The one known as Old Zheng was a gaunt old man with greying hair and no hands.

On hearing her question, he responded with a wry smile, "How could I be? Just getting by."

Xiao Pei: "And Old Sun?"

Old Zheng’s eyes drooped as he sighed, "He mutated at the food factory two days ago and was killed by the guards on the spot."

Xiao Pei closed her eyes, sighing inwardly. Both Old Zheng and Old Sun were cultivators severely wounded on the battlefield.

They were ordinary graduates of the Dao School, their cultivation at the first realm. They had once been heroes on the battlefield, willing to sacrifice and fight with bravery.

But ever since they were seriously injured and discharged, their situation had only worsened.

To be honest, the treatment for these disabled cultivators in East Dao City was already quite good. They were provided with jobs, a few portions of meat each month, and regular care. This was almost the limit of what humanity, with its scarce resources, could offer nowadays.

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Yet for cultivators with severe injuries and stalled cultivation, such negative states could not be alleviated by mere food and shelter.

Although the food they received was much better than that of ordinary people, it was far from sufficient for cultivators.

After all, cultivators’ bodies far surpassed those of ordinary humans, and so did their consumption needs. Theoretically, they needed either a large amount of meat every day or transcendent food, like "human sustenance."

And once they left the army or Dao School, they would almost certainly never have access to any transcendent food.

Therefore, what they had to face was the gradual weakening and emaciation of their bodies.

Physical weakness led to mental fragility. It was particularly hard for those accustomed to immensely strong, highly sensitive bodies that were nearly immune to all illness and full of vigor to watch powerlessly as their physiques deteriorated and their senses dulled, adding another blow to the spirit.

Besides that, there was mutation.

With weakened bodies and depressed spirits, they still had to fight against mutations due to their cultivation. Naturally, this was even harder.

Almost every month, there were reports of old soldiers mutating and being killed.

This naturally filled ordinary people with fear, apprehension, and even discrimination when they saw these old soldiers.

Xiao Pei loathed this situation but felt utterly helpless.

And even worse was another circumstance.

Xiao Pei turned to a young man nearby and asked, "Kong Zheng, is there enough meat at home lately? Have you lost weight again?"

Kong Zheng, a cultivator who had once been in the same class as Zhou Bai, a genius cultivator.

Due to severe injuries when the Heavenly Demon wreaked havoc in Dao School, he had lost an arm and dropped out two months later.

Now, he appeared extremely thin and pallid, his face haggard. Compared to the once vibrant and spirited figure on the competition stage, Kong Zheng seemed like a completely different person.

Compared to those cultivators who were wounded and retired from the battlefield, those who were seriously injured and dropped out from Dao School due to various reasons fared even worse.

Having never served on the battlefield and with no accomplishments to their names, their treatment was naturally much worse than that of retired cultivators, yet they faced the same plight.

Kong Zheng gazed at Xiao Pei with admiration. It was this woman who had reached out to him in his most dejected, desperate, and darkest hour, otherwise, he might have mutated and been killed long ago.

Kong Zheng shook his head, "I’m fine; I’ve been eating quite well recently. My body is gradually getting used to it. It’s just... everyone is still quite afraid of me..." He gave a helpless smile, touched his head, and said, "There’s nothing I can do. Sometimes I worry about mutating myself, so I always stay in the factory dormitory. I don’t dare to go home."