Chapter 58 - 56 Dependency

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Chapter 58 of "Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation" introduces new challenges: "If YiYi gets hungry..." Yan Quan said cautiously. Ding Huan explained, "YiYi needs to be fed... Keep following!

"If YiYi gets hungry..." Yan Quan said cautiously. Ding Huan explained, "YiYi needs to be fed the nutrient solution once every three days; she doesn't need to eat right now. All of the nutrient solution is right here, and I will feed her in due time." Seeing that Yan Quan still looked hesitant, Qu Yonghe quickly added, "Alright then, let's follow Mr. Ding's advice." After speaking, he took the initiative to lead Yan Quan away. Ding Huan was not entirely at ease about Qu Yi. Cultivating here allowed him to watch over Qu Yi, and in case of any emergencies, he would be able to handle them promptly. Moreover, he knew that this was the most crucial time for Qu Yi's recovery. The coming and going of people, even without noise, would not be ideal. At this moment, Qu Yi seemed like a porcelain piece that would break at the slightest touch, requiring not meticulous care but the utmost quiet. Looking at Qu Yi lying quietly on the hospital bed, Ding Huan made up his mind that no matter what, he would help Qu Yi recover. He hadn't rested properly for several days and the moment he let his guard down, Ding Huan felt immensely exhausted. He didn't rest, but instead began to cultivate Luo Shijin. In the blink of an eye, two days passed. When Ding Huan awoke from his meditative state, he noticed that Qu Yi's aura had grown significantly stronger than before. He immediately went over to check on her. "Are you the doctor who saved me?" Qu Yi's voice was barely audible. As a Second Level gene cultivator, Ding Huan could hear her clearly. He hummed in acknowledgment and said, "Don't worry, just focus on healing. Your injuries will vanish soon." "I can't see out of my eyes," Qu Yi said, her tone tinged with panic and unease. "Trust me, I will let you see the beauty of this world," Ding Huan said softly. "Mm," Qu Yi's breathing immediately became more tranquil. Ding Huan's words rang in the deepest recesses of her heart, resonating from the bottom of her soul. When people's living conditions were harsh, constantly teetering on the brink of life and death, morality became fragile. Evil, oppression, and killing were everywhere, and people distrusted each other... Qu Yi always believed that there was beauty in the world, as long as one was willing to perceive it with the heart. The warriors who fought to the death protecting the cities of humanity, battling the Genetic Beasts, covered in blood. The scholars who worked day and night researching survival genes, making humanity stronger. The students striving to enter the Blue Star Ten Great Colleges, then contributing their strength to protect Earth. She had heard that the mortality rate of students at the Blue Star Ten Great Colleges was over fifty percent, yet every time, countless people still wanted to enter. Perhaps they wanted to become stronger, but many more probably shared her thoughts, wanting to protect Earth and humanity with their newfound strength. And then there were the blood-red sunsets visible every day before nightfall, after the environmental mutations... These were the beauties she recognized, the beautiful world she could see. After giving Qu Yi a nutrient solution, Ding Huan took out the Spirit Root Gene Potion. He took a deep breath and said, "Qu Yi, this potion is very important for you. Don't let your emotions fluctuate; drink this potion." Qu Yi obediently finished the potion in Ding Huan's hand. If she were in Ruiji Hospital, she would never believe in what was important or unimportant because she knew she was about to die. Now, she could clearly feel her body's functions slowly recovering and getting better. Half an hour later, Ding Huan asked quietly, "Qu Yi, how do you feel?" "I can feel a warm current seeping through my body; I seem much more relaxed," Qu Yi said. Ding Huan clenched his fists. This was a sign of gene spiritual root formation, but Qu Yi's reaction was weak. Was she unable to generate a gene spiritual root? At that moment, he heard Qu Yi utter a pained groan, followed by a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. "It's as if I am being burned by flames, my whole body engulfed in them. These flames are burning inside of me..." Qu Yi's voice was intermittent, as if it could fade away at any moment. "Don't worry; this is normal. Just bear with it for a while," Ding Huan comforted her on the side. His heart was extremely unsettled. First, he didn't know whether the Spirit Root Gene Potion refined from the blood of his forehead could be used by Qu Yi. Second, he didn't know whether Qu Yi could assimilate another Spirit Root Gene if the first fusion failed. "Mm," Qu Yi endured the terrifying pain, her hand gripping tightly, catching hold of Ding Huan's wrist. Even though Qu Yi had been hovering on the edge of life and death for half a month, her body as frail as if a gust of wind could blow her away, under those flames that threatened to burn her inside out, she unleashed a powerful will to survive. Ding Huan's wrist was pinched by her nails until it bled. Two long hours passed before Qu Yi finally fell into a slow sleep. Ding Huan sighed with relief. He knew the most torrid period had passed, and whether Qu Yi had formed a gene spiritual root could only be determined after cultivating Luo Shijin tomorrow. "Are you Mr. Ding?" Qu Yi's weak voice startled Ding Huan, who was dozing off beside the bed. Ding Huan felt somewhat guilty; he had actually fallen asleep beside the bed. "It's me, rest assured, I will definitely make you better," Ding Huan gently patted Qu Yi's hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ding..." Qu Yi's voice trembled a bit. She hadn't hoped for Qu Fei to summon Ding Huan, yet they still summoned him. Ding Huan was in danger now, the Genetic Alliance was still hunting him, and appearing here would leave him with no chance to escape if the Genetic Alliance found out. She also felt like she might have accidentally cut Ding Huan's wrist yesterday. She carefully took hold of Ding Huan's hand and then gently stroked his wrist, not feeling any trace of an injury, which somewhat reassured her. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry, I failed to take care of you." Ding Huan truly felt guilty from the bottom of his heart; he thought that by getting rid of those two guys collecting information on Qu Yi and destroying that notebook, Qu Yi would be fine. In fact, Qu Yi had almost died in Puhai. Qu Yi's nose tingled, and she stared blankly at Ding Huan. Even though her eyes were vacant and she couldn't see anything, she still really wanted to ask Ding Huan why he was so good to her. She wasn't the type of girl who was so beautiful that one couldn't take their eyes off her with a single glance, nor did she have any particularly outstanding traits. "Qu Yi, follow me now and we'll begin cultivation. The cultivation technique I practice is called Luo Shijin..." Ding Huan didn't give Qu Yi much time to think; he urgently wanted to know if her gene spiritual root had been formed. Qu Yi nodded vigorously. Ding Huan began teaching Qu Yi about acupoints, meridians, and the concept of the Cycle. Fortunately, Qu Yi was a student at Qinghe University and had already systematically studied the various acupoints and meridians of the human body. Now Ding Huan just needed to remind her a little for her to understand; this avoided many awkward questions. To Ding Huan, Qu Yi was the most important person in his life but was not his lover. Some moves that could be avoided had to be avoided. When Qu Yi's first Cycle began to operate, a faint warm current rose in her Dantian, and she excitedly said, "Mr. Ding, I feel a trace of warmth residing in my Dantian..." "What happened next?" Ding Huan's voice grew noticeably more excited. "After the second Cycle, that trace of breath seemed to have grown stronger," Qu Yi said. "Good, don't cultivate now. Wait until I have taught you all of Luo Shijin." Ding Huan heaved a sigh of relief; the formation of Qu Yi's gene spiritual root was the most important matter. Qu Yi had an excellent memory; it only took Ding Huan an hour to teach Luo Shijin to her completely, including some explanations. "Qu Yi, it might be a bit difficult to advance to higher stages with Luo Shijin. I have only recently begun to cultivate this technique. It's a very precious technique, so don't teach it to anyone else," Ding Huan instructed. He knew that even if Qu Yi did teach it to someone else, nobody would be able to cultivate it. Luo Shijin was too significant, and he didn't want Qu Yi to cause unnecessary trouble by spreading it. "Okay, no matter who asks me, I won't say," Qu Yi grunted her assent, believing this to be Ding Huan's property. If Ding Huan asked her not to divulge it, then she wouldn't. "If someone insists on asking you about it, then teach them another cultivation technique instead. This technique is called Thousand Gene Luo Formula, which I taught to three students at Yujiang University. I also taught them a type of boxing called Basic Long Fist; if you have the opportunity, you can go to Da Han Yi Academy and ask Fang Chong to teach you Basic Long Fist." Ding Huan planned to teach the Thousand Gene Luo Formula to Qu Yi. Basic Long Fist required practicing while teaching, and at this moment, Qu Yi was obviously not suitable to learn Basic Long Fist. Upon hearing Ding Huan's words, Qu Yi became somewhat dazed. She had thought that the cultivation technique Ding Huan had previously taught her was the one he taught to the three Yujiang University students. Only now did she realize that the technique Ding Huan imparted to her was much more valuable than that. "Mr. Ding, why would you..." Qu Yi couldn't help herself; she wanted to ask Ding Huan. She really didn't know Ding Huan, and yet Ding Huan's dedication to her exceeded that of a lover. This gave her the illusion deep inside that Ding Huan was her long-lost lover who had come to her today. "Don't talk; concentrate on remembering the Thousand Gene Luo Formula I'm teaching you." Ding Huan's voice came through, preventing Qu Yi from asking further. Qu Yi tried to cast aside her complicated emotions and began memorizing the Thousand Gene Luo Formula. Another hour passed, and Qu Yi finally said, "Ding... bro, I've remembered it all." She felt she shouldn't call Ding Huan "teacher," as doing so seemed to create an invisible distance between her and him. "Good, next, I'm going to teach you some minor spells. This includes the Wind Blade Skill, Fireball Technique, Wind Control Skill, Dust Removal Technique... Just remember them for now; they're mainly about the use of inner Qi, as well as the use of incantations, hand formations, and magic spells. You won't need them now, but you can try to cultivate them once you become a First Level gene cultivator," Ding Huan continued. Spells? Qu Yi was slightly stunned; cultivation she understood and accepted because genetic cultivation was not a secret on Earth. Spells seemed to carry a mythical connotation, and she hadn't heard of anyone who could use spells. However, Ding Huan's voice and explanations were already coming through, so she had to focus and remember. She had a premonition that Ding Huan seemed to be passing on everything he knew to her, as if he was preparing to leave her. This thought made her feel anxious and uneasy; in just a few short days, she had come to deeply depend on Ding Huan in her heart. She didn't want Ding Huan to leave, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Chapter 58 - 56 Dependency

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