Wen Yan confird that, by consuming Grandma's offerings, he could obtain a temporary buff. After this, he completely let himself go and dangerously probed the brink of death.
He had begun to like this feeling.
When on the verge of triggering Blood Lock, his instincts were squeezed to their utmost, entering an extrely focused and desperate state of survival. His consciousness lingered on the edge of becoming blurred, forcibly maintaining that concentration and clarity. The tasks he undertook saw their efficiency escalate to the greatest degree. It was just that after completing an extre push, he would feel so fatigue. He rembered having felt this way before.
He had once encountered a mad dog, which resulted in several vaccine shots. Before he was hurt, he felt fear and hesitation. But the mont he was bitten on the leg, the nature of the situation changed. If he failed the injury-free clearance, it would automatically stimulate a Second Phase Large Creature Terror Upright Ape. The massive secretion of adrenaline would make him numb to pain. His consciousness would beco extrely focused, with only one thought left in his mind: to kill that mad dog.
Now, Wen Yan experienced that sa sensation but was also clearly aware of when he would enter a critical health state. It was a feeling both comforting and frenzied.
Wen Yan tested it for three hours straight. Each ti, he started with the Explosive Great Sun Blessing, applied in a difficult situation where he tried to fully control and guide it, striving with all his might. When the Burst Qi ended, he would imdiately feel a visible improvent in his Control Force. At that mont, he would continue to push the boundaries while maintaining a reckless state.
After three hours, his body was actually okay, not feeling too tired, but his Spirit was already feeling exhausted. anwhile, Gray Cloth lay on the ground, looking like a dirty rag that couldn't even move. If not for the faint sense of Yang Energy on Gray Cloth, with a glimr of light swirling around, Wen Yan would have thought he might have overstretched it to death.
Gathering up Gray Cloth, he placed it in a box.
Wen Yan staggered back to sleep.
The fatigue of his Spirit was much more severe than physical weariness. He slept very soundly. Even in his dreams, he was still lying in his own bed.
Grandma sat on a small chair beside him, biting into an old-fashioned hard-and-crisp sachima, crunching loudly.
Grandma sat and watched for a while, finishing the snack in her hand, but Wen Yan, lying on the bed, still showed no reaction.
Grandma approached, looked at Wen Yan, and sighed.
"Why has a good kid like yourself pushed so hard? You are just one person. You don't need to carry so much on your shoulders. There are plenty of people taller than you. If the sky falls, it won't be your turn to hold it up. Never mind, sleep well."
Grandma thought about the life Wen Yan once said he wanted.
In the morning, waking up wanting to eat freshly made rice noodle rolls, and being able to buy them at any ti. Craving grilled lamb chops or seafood in the middle of the night, just pick up the phone, and you could find it instantly. A phone call, and within half an hour, soone would deliver it to your doorstep.
Such simple demands would require enough people to support those kinds of stores.
If one wanted to eat Northwest China's beach mutton, people would have to raise it. This would also require fast and professional slaughterhouses and a complete cold chain transport system. If one wanted a certain kind of seafood, fishing boats would have to operate at sea. Corresponding cargo ships would also be needed to quickly bring the catch back to land. Afterward, a rapid cold chain transport would be needed to deliver it to Virtue City, to the stores there. After the stores prepare it, it must also be delivered to your ho by a delivery Horseman.
Moreover, there needs to be enough consurs to ensure that everyone along the chain can earn enough to sustain it.
According to current trends, things that are taken for granted today might beco difficult in the future. The most direct impact: the sea is becoming increasingly filled with strange things, and the danger of deep-sea fishing is ever-growing.
Wen Yan had once experienced a citywide evacuation, living through two days of turmoil. Then he fell into the Netherworld for over a month, almost becoming unhinged, and he fought to the death to get out of the Netherworld.
Because he had experienced the loss of his current life, he knew what it would be like. That's why he wanted to maintain what others saw as normal. Yet, it's these normal things that will undoubtedly beco increasingly precious in the future. The difficulty of preserving them will grow ever greater as ti passes.
Grandma knew this all too well. Wen Yan's dream was anything but ordinary. It was much harder than entering the legendary Sixth Stage of the Martial Path. But when Wen Yan talked about it, he rely said it was all because he wanted to enjoy, to have convenience, to give his family a good and easy life.
Grandma reached out and touched Wen Yan's head. She was growing more and more fond of him. Because she knew Wen Yan was telling the truth. What was rare was that Wen Yan himself was also very aware of how difficult those seemingly simple wishes were.
"Sleep now, rest well."
Grandma left Wen Yan's room, opened the door, and stepped into the courtyard of Central Plains County.
She watched Chen Qimo alternating between studying at the desk in her old ho and appearing in the Wenyan Family's kitchen, frowning while simring soup.
Grandma chuckled, very pleased that Chen Qimo had not dread about her.
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