In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone

‘This humble Taoist can now ride the central elevator for free.’

Wang Jixuan walked along the asphalt path in Central Park with his hands behind his back.

Here, artificial sunlight provides illumination, and the sunrise and sunset are simulated according to the external time of day at the fortress.

On either side of the massive elevator shaft were two huge paintings.

The painting on the east side was 'Abundant Tree,' depicting a giant tree connecting heaven and earth, with the silhouette of the surface city in the background, visible during the fortress's daytime.

The painting on the west side was 'Starry Night Moon,' appearing during the fortress's nighttime, featuring a starry sky and a moon.

The east side is realistic, the west side abstract, both with quite good artistic merit.

The one thing he had to thank his landlady for was allowing him to freely read the categorized books, comparable to a standard library in the Central Region, while living in the wooden building.

Previously, in Mu Liang's memory, only water was a free resource, but Wang Jixuan had recently found another free resource.

Books.

All kinds of books.

As long as he followed the library rules, registered to borrow books, returned them on time, and took good care of them, he could continuously read.

This made Wang Jixuan feel quite incredulous.

When he cultivated in the sect, all kinds of classics were placed in the Scripture Pavilion, which was the foundation of the sect, the root of a faction, and not easily accessible.

Wang Jixuan was only able to enter the highest level of the Scripture Pavilion after entering the Yuan Ying realm and becoming an elder, to read all kinds of profound immortal texts.

Here, however, it was not necessary.

If the library did not have various professional books, he could search and reserve them on a terminal device, and find them in the library the next day.

Even first and second-class residents with bad credit or criminal records could borrow all the books stored in the fortress.

‘Not bad.’

About to turn past the outer wall of the elevator shaft, Wang Jixuan's gaze shifted to the green belt on the side, seeing several benches behind the elevator shaft.

Only one girl was sitting there, a tall and slender figure from the back.

Wang Jixuan was about to walk past when he subconsciously stopped.

His spiritual sense was lightly throbbing.

Not a premonition of danger, but rather… sensing the possible existence of a powerful being.

Without mottled Qi, probably not a psionic?

Wang Jixuan carefully observed her; this was the first time his spiritual sense and perception had become disconnected.

He didn't find anything else unusual; the source of the abnormal spiritual sense came from this girl with a high ponytail.

Wang Jixuan took his hands out of his pockets and let them hang naturally.

Several talismans and two bone-piercing nails were already in his sleeves, and he slowly moved forward, soon seeing the girl's profile.

Even Wang Daoshi, who had been immersed in the beauty of his senior and junior sisters for many years, still felt a slight brightening of his eyes at this moment.

As he got closer, her full appearance was revealed to Wang Jixuan.

The ponytail girl's aura was very pure;

She should be in her early twenties now, her charm just beginning to bloom.

At this moment, she was bare-faced but her skin was smooth and delicate, with peach blossom eyes, slender willow eyebrows, and a slightly high but not abrupt nose bridge.

Her slightly pursed lips outlined a shallow curve, and she was intently looking at a thin notebook.

Her delicate features complemented her slender swan neck, and the Creator must have spent the most effort on her to match these beautiful elements to create her outstanding temperament, without any trace of gaudy worldliness.

A loose, light yellow, semi-transparent sports top paired with black skinny jeans revealed her near-perfect figure proportions, and her two slender legs were naturally crossed at this moment.

Indeed, a beautiful woman.

But on her, the element that truly touched Wang Daoshi's Dao heart at this moment was still…

A pair of silver-white mechanical arms were slowly turning the book.

The mechanical arm's shell was smooth, with many invisible gaps on it, and the base of the mechanical arm seemed to extend to her chest.

Wang Jixuan couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Resilient in the face of adversity!

Even after suffering life's accidents and physical pain, she could still face it calmly and generously display her physical defects.

This Dao heart cultivation alone was enough for him to learn from.

Wang Jixuan could already confirm that his spiritual sense was throbbing because of the girl's mechanical arms.

They were like some kind of magical artifact, and it was also Wang Jixuan's first close contact with this level of precision machinery.

He secretly decided.

When politely refusing her later, don't look at her mechanical arms, but look directly into her eyes, and try to give her some encouragement, showing the kindness of a stranger.

Moving forward, Wang Jixuan walked to the bench where the ponytail girl was, took out the calmness of a cultivator and the confident ease of a security team leader, and proactively extended his right hand:

“Hello, I am Mu Liang.”

The girl was obviously stunned for a moment, looking up at Wang Jixuan.

The smile she had been wearing immediately disappeared, and she stood up and shook hands with Wang Jixuan lightly.

The mechanical arm operated very smoothly, without any lag.

Wang Jixuan felt that the inside of the mechanical arm was very soft, almost indistinguishable from normal human skin.

“Ling Tong.”

She gave her name.

Ling Tong?

Is it Wen Tongtong's nickname or pet name?

That someone would use the character ‘Ling’ made Wang Daoshi feel slightly comfortable.

The two released their hands after a brief shake, and Wang Jixuan said generously: “Can I sit next to you?”

“Please sit, this is a public area.”

The ponytail girl sat down with Wang Jixuan, without any sense of nervousness herself.

She hooked a page of the romance novel, closed it, and then stared ahead in a daze, as if savoring something.

Wang Jixuan took the initiative to say: “Have you learned about my situation?”

The girl nodded lightly: “Yes, I have seen the file, Exorcising Demons and Defending the Dao, and the Black Storm.”

“Uh, they even told you about this?”

Wang Daoshi was a little surprised, turning his head to look at this ‘Miss Wen’.

Ling Tong's ponytail swayed gently, and she tilted her head slightly, asking softly: “Am I not allowed to know this?”

“This,” Wang Jixuan raised his hand to support his forehead, “I wanted to live quietly for a while, but now, you know everything.”

Ling Tong looked at his expression, and a smile couldn't help but appear on her delicate face:

“Don't worry, Captain Zhou instructed me not to talk nonsense.

“I just didn't expect that you wouldn't talk as… deeply and rigidly as Captain Zhou said, and you're not as difficult to get along with as he said either.”

Wang Jixuan smiled sheepishly.

He didn't know why, but he had become slightly more talkative today.

Yes, a sense of security.

When he was beside this girl, he felt a strange sense of relaxation, as if he was very safe.

Was it because of her mechanical arms?

This thing was indeed precise enough, and it was also novel to him.

“I used to be a bit difficult to get along with because I didn't consider how to face this cruel world.

But now I think… everyone is very interesting, the knowledge contained in books is profound, and there are many, many ideas that I had never thought of before.

“There are so many things I need to learn… Enough about me, what about you?”

“Me?” Ling Tong was a little puzzled.

Wang Jixuan smiled and said: “I read in a book that you should try to focus the conversation around the other person, and not always talk about yourself.”

“Is it the book 'Fortress Men and Women'? I've read it too.”

Ling Tong looked ahead, sighed softly, and looked down at the palm of her hand.

The simulated mechanical arm had a different kind of beauty.

Wang Jixuan quickly changed the subject: “Do you like music?”

“I listen to some occasionally,” Ling Tong smiled gently, with a glimmer in her eyes, “You are very good at taking care of other people's emotions, completely different from what Captain Zhou said.”

Wang Jixuan felt that he should encourage this disabled woman.

He just didn't want to do these things before.

He was an old cultivator over a hundred years old, it's not like he didn't know how.

Wang Jixuan said in a calm and slightly low tone:

“Actually, it depends on who you are with.

“Like Doctor Wei Na, she gives me the feeling of a ball of fire.

If I don’t hide a little, I will be burned to ashes by her.

“Captain Zhou is like a landscape painting.

Every time I think I have seen his whole picture, he will reveal a little bit of a different scenery hidden in the ink of the landscape, such as his personality charm, or his background.”

Ling Tong tilted her head and asked: “What about me?”

Wang Jixuan's gaze glanced at a flower in the green belt.

He immediately thought of a wonderful description: “A flower.”

“A flower?”

Ling Tong said softly:

“Flowers look very delicate, and flowers only exist for the sake of fruit.”

Wang Jixuan shook his head, imitating Zhou Zhengde's voice when encouraging people, and said gently:

“The analogy of a woman to a flower is not only because the blooming and falling of flowers is for the propagation of the plants themselves, but also because, when the flowers are in full bloom, they add a rare color to this world.

“Waves in the amorous eyes, lush flowers in full bloom.

“I feel happy when I see flowers, and the same is true when I see you, so I thought of this metaphor.

I only represent the few members of our patrol team that I know, and thank you for your beauty for adding a little color to the dim fortress.”

Ling Tong was a little stunned.

She quietly stared at Wang Jixuan, opened her mouth slightly, and said softly: “If I weren’t…”

“Hmm?”

“It’s nothing, it’s fun talking to you,” Ling Tong inadvertently pursed her lips, and lightly moistened her lip petals with the tip of her tongue.

Wang Jixuan sighed in his heart.

He hoped that his encouragement would make her feel happy and slightly escape from the pain of losing her hands for a few seconds.

Suddenly.

Wang Jixuan looked at a corner on the side without showing any signs.

At an entrance to Central Park, a mottled aura entered Wang Jixuan's perception range.

A psionic.

A powerful psionic.

This presence was even stronger than the psychic individuals he had sensed before, the ones who had followed the Minister of Biological Affairs to pressure Zhou Zhengde!

There was no baleful aura. Had he never killed anyone?

But a powerful psychic appeared here and was heading straight towards them.

'A handgun is useless.'

Wang Jixuan silently stood up, a bone-penetrating nail appearing in his palm.

Facing a psychic even stronger than Wen Qian, he knew he didn't have much chance of winning in a head-on fight, but he wasn't going to sit and wait for death.

The other party suddenly sprinted forward in the corridor, the mottled aura around him rapidly becoming active.

He appeared!

The masked and hooded man rushed out of the passage.

Wang Jixuan was about to attack immediately, but this guy seemed to have anticipated it. He extended his left arm forward, a glowing plasma shield appearing on his forearm. His right hand grabbed an exaggeratedly large-caliber revolver 'handgun' and was about to pull the trigger at Wang Jixuan…

The opponent's speed was a line faster than Wang Jixuan's full sprint!

Realizing the danger, Wang Jixuan immediately tried to push the woman beside him away to avoid the attack.

Buzz, whoosh—

What the hell?

Before Wang Jixuan could react, a powerful gust of air rushed towards him from the side.

Ling Tong beside him suddenly darted forward, a powerful airflow appearing from the elbow of her mechanical arm!

After two quick steps, her speed was so fast that she left afterimages!

Bang!

The revolver 'handgun' spat out a 'fishing net' flickering with electric arcs, but the fishing net was cut apart as easily as tofu by a mechanical arm with a blade blooming from the back of its hand!

Ling Tong's figure spun like a dance. Her left mechanical arm punched the front of the plasma shield, causing the masked man behind the shield to fall backward. The plasma shield instantly failed, leaving the man wide open!

A shapely and slender leg vertically chopped down, stepping on the masked man's chest, pinning him to the ground. Ling Tong stretched out her right arm, her five fingers splayed open, aiming at the masked man's head.

Crack, crack crack crack crack.

An orange-red light spot appeared in her palm, and her forearm expanded outwards twice, with a powerful magnetic field and energy flow constrained by the magnetic field appearing on it.

Destruction laser cannon, level one preparation.

"Ling Tong! It! It's me! Cough cough!"

The man pinned to the ground shouted, tearing off his mask to reveal a thin, small middle-aged man's face.

"Don't get excited! Turn that thing off!

"I was just joking with this young man! Why are you reacting so violently!"

"Oh."

Ling Tong vibrated her right hand, disengaging the destruction laser cannon mode, and the mechanical arm returned to its normal slender shape.

She turned her head to look at Wang Jixuan, revealing a slight smile, and nodded gently.

"He's one of us, probably."