Chapter 16: Simulation System!
The Medicine Hall. Lu Qingyang sent Old Huang away and walked two laps around the Medicine Hall alone.
He first found two mu of fairly fertile medicinal fields and registered them to his identity jade token.
Then he cast the Minor Rain-Cloud Art eight times in succession, soaking the soil completely.
After that, he took several spirit stones from his storage ring and scattered them like flowers into the Spirit Field.
At the same time, he waved his palm, covering them with soil.
“Hoo… using spirit stones to nourish a field… in the past, that would have been utterly unthinkable.”
Looking at the field before him, Lu Qingyang let out a breath.
From today onward, these two mu of medicinal fields were his.
This was also the first time he had possessed private property in the Chaotian Sect.
And although the entire Medicine Hall was currently under his jurisdiction, everything it produced belonged to the sect.
Even the previous bastard of a Deacon, who had connections to the Three Peaks, hadn’t dared to recklessly take the Medicine Hall’s output.
At most, he could collaborate with the Spirit Pill Bureau and transfer the Medicine Hall’s resources into the Spirit Pill Bureau under the pretext of pill refinement.
But regardless, he hadn’t dared to put them into his own pocket.
After all, the Chaotian Sect’s Law Enforcement Bureau wasn’t there for nothing…
With that thought, Lu Qingyang clapped his hands and returned to the Deacon Hall of the Medicine Hall.
A rather imposing wooden pavilion stood at the center of the Medicine Hall.
This was precisely his office in the Medicine Hall.
Inside, a wooden desk about one zhang long was placed in the center of the main hall.
Behind the desk was a broad armchair.
Apart from the chair behind the desk, there were also over ten chairs lined up on either side of the desk.
The entire Deacon Hall looked quite orderly.
It was just that, unlike other Deacon Halls which had serving disciples, Lu Qingyang’s Deacon Hall was cold and deserted.
But he didn’t mind.
At this moment, Lu Qingyang was sitting upright in the armchair, thoughtfully studying the Attribute Panel before his eyes!
【Name: Lu Qingyang】
【Constitution: Tier 1】
【Comprehension: Tier 1】
【Fortune: Tier 1】
【Family Background: Tier 1】
【Remaining Simulation Points: 6】
【Simulation Save: Saved】
【Simulation Cooling Down: 14 days 8 hours 52 minutes 8 seconds】
There’s no black plus sign, which means I can’t upgrade yet. It should be because I don’t have enough Simulation Points.
But this “Saved”…
Looking at the brand-new column on the Attribute Panel, Lu Qingyang felt dazed.
He suddenly realized that this Simulator system didn’t seem simple at all.
If my last simulation was saved, then for my next simulation, can I continue from age fifty?
Lu Qingyang murmured, but then he thought again: the simulation duration was tied to cultivation realm.
Then the next time I simulate, won’t I have to start from age zero again?
Lu Qingyang frowned.
Actually, he had long since noticed that something was wrong with the Simulator system.
That is, he couldn’t control the direction of the simulation.
With the slightest accident, the him inside the simulation would die.
And then everything would start over from zero!
He seemed only able to watch like a passerby!
But from the looks of it now, this isn’t absolute. It seems I’ve only developed a very small part of the Simulator system’s functions.
Perhaps in the future, I really can influence the direction of the simulation…
I just don’t know… when I’ll be able to touch that key…
Lu Qingyang’s eyes flickered, somewhat uncertain.
Unconsciously, his gaze drifted to his waist.
The Nightshade Shuttle hung quietly at his waist, like an ornament, looking exceptionally fine.
Only the occasional flash of black light proclaimed that this Nightshade Shuttle was anything but ordinary.
He sighed softly, no longer pondering the system.
Instead, he untied the Nightshade Shuttle from his waist and formed the Object-Commanding Art.
A trace of black light shone, and then the Nightshade Shuttle slowly rose into the air.
It floated before his eyes.
The Object-Commanding Art was a tier-one technique. Since it was a technique, it naturally had levels of mastery.
He had only practiced it for a few days, yet had already reached the low-grade stage.
However, Lu Qingyang was not satisfied.
Rumor has it that the tier-two Sword-Commanding Art is powerful because it isn’t controlled by spiritual power alone.
It’s aided by divine sense, so it moves like a limb!
But right now I haven’t reached Foundation Establishment. I have no divine sense, so I can only rely on spiritual power.
But… if I train this art to the high-grade, perhaps it will have unexpected effects!
With that thought, Lu Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly.
He drew a deep breath, casting aside the distractions in his mind.
Then he focused his attention on the Nightshade Shuttle before him.
“Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz…”
The Nightshade Shuttle trembled and hummed, roaming through the air like a swimming fish under Lu Qingyang’s control.
It constantly shifted position, weaving back and forth within the Deacon Hall.
And as his spiritual power deepened, the Nightshade Shuttle’s speed grew faster and faster!
Before long, the Nightshade Shuttle’s speed was already comparable to a sharp blade, leaving streaks of flowing light through the air!
“Junior Brother, how can you still be in the mood to play with Dharma Artifacts here!”
Just as Lu Qingyang was immersed in his practice of the Object-Commanding Art, a familiar voice reached his ear.
He looked up and saw Zhang Luanfeng, dusty from travel, striding over aggressively.
Seeing Zhang Luanfeng, a meaningful look flashed through Lu Qingyang’s eyes.
He was now somewhat wary of this person.
After all, he had taken over this mess of a Medicine Hall because of him.
“Junior Brother, are you perhaps blaming me a little?”
As if sensing Lu Qingyang’s distance and vigilance, Zhang Luanfeng smiled bitterly. “I had no choice but to let you take over this mess.”
“But isn’t it also because I believe in your ability?”
“After all, you’re the genius who could cultivate the Minor Rain-Cloud Art to the high-grade!”
Lu Qingyang said nothing, only watching him calmly.
At first he had felt some goodwill toward this person, but now he felt not a trace.
“But Junior Brother, rest assured. Even if you can’t make anything of this Medicine Hall, I will keep you safe!”
“Oh? Senior Brother is just a Deacon. Could you really be greater than that Vice Bureau Chief?”
Lu Qingyang spoke with some bluntness.
Hearing this, Zhang Luanfeng’s expression stiffened slightly.
“True, I’m only a Deacon, so naturally I don’t have that much authority. But…”
A gleam of light flashed through his eyes, and he spoke with conviction.
“But I am now at the ninth layer of Qi Refining. Soon I’ll be able to participate in the Peak Selection Gathering. Once I’ve joined the Three Peaks and obtained a Foundation Establishment Pill, given time, I’ll surely be promoted to Vice Bureau Chief.”
“By then, with my protection, Junior Brother, that ‘acting’ in your title of acting Deacon can be smoothly dropped, no?”
“Of course, you also know there’s more than one person in the bureau scheming for this position. As long as you support my rise when the time comes, even your status will rise with the tide!”
“In the future, perhaps even you will have a chance to sit in such a seat!”
Zhang Luanfeng grew more and more excited as he spoke.
Hearing Zhang Luanfeng’s words, Lu Qingyang scoffed.
He had originally wondered why this person had pushed him into the position, and now he finally understood!
So this fellow’s ambition was this great!
But toward someone who cared nothing for others’ lives, Lu Qingyang couldn’t be bothered to say much.
He refused outright.
“Sorry, I have no interest at all in that Vice Bureau Chief position. If Senior Brother is interested, feel free to fight for it yourself.”
Hearing Lu Qingyang’s words, Zhang Luanfeng was stunned.
He hadn’t expected Lu Qingyang to reject him so unceremoniously…