Chapter 236 New World, New Experience (Two-in-One) "Okay..."
"It's so cold..." Sang Zhitao shivered, shaking off the barely recognizable blanket covering her. "Why am I so unlucky..."
Looking around, it was a dilapidated house that could hardly be called a house, with walls made of countless pieces of wood of different sizes.
The roof was so low that even though she was only four or five years old, she could touch it with her hands.
The bed she was lying on could hardly be called a bed; it was just a platform made of a few broken wooden crates.
The blanket she was wrapped in had no fur left, leaving only a bare center and slightly fuzzy edges to provide her with a little warmth.
She couldn't help but sniff, and then reached out her somewhat dirty hand to touch her forehead.
Fortunately, she sighed, realizing she hadn't developed a fever from the cold.
Tilting my head, I saw a gorgeous princess dress hanging on a nail attached to a wooden board on the wall. It was a dress that only a two- or three-year-old child could wear. Next to the princess dress was a family photo, and next to the photo were the words written in chalk: "Found Daddy!"
A strange howling sound came from outside. Sang Zhitao already knew from her experience during the day that these sounds were not just the sound of the wind, but also the howling sound of those strange plants fighting each other.
My thoughts drifted back to before I traveled through time, drawn by those sounds.
“Now countries around the world are paying attention to the cultivation of immortality, and some people have begun to learn about the culture of the Eastern Kingdom, which is a good thing.”
In the conference room, Li Mingguo glanced at everyone before turning to Sang Zhitao: "Taotao, can't people all over the world learn about superpowers, regardless of their culture or race?"
Sang Zhitao looked down at the information that Team Leader Sheng An had given her that morning, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Based on the information, this is a world of emotional superpowers, a world where children are the main characters. I think it should be usable."
"Emotional superpowers?" Li Mingguo hesitated. "Are they controllable?"
Sang Zhitao nodded: "It's controllable based on the original book's content."
Li Mingguo nodded thoughtfully: "That's good. Seven days later is the time you will travel there. Once you get there, you can learn about their system and capabilities. We should try to adapt them for our own use before trading with other countries."
Sang Zhitao nodded after hearing this.
Li Mingguo then looked at everyone and said, "Tomorrow we will be carrying out a full relocation. You will assist Tao Tao in transferring the door, and after you have organized the data in your own laboratory, you will gradually move it to the lunar base starting today."
"All traces of non-Earth elements, such as arrays and otherworldly elements, in the base have been eliminated."
"Yes!" After receiving the order, everyone began to discuss the details of their departure in the conference room.
Sang Zhitao, however, stared blankly at the documents in her hand.
The press conference on cultivating immortality held three months ago sparked a global craze for learning about Eastern culture.
Especially countries like X and P, which belong to the Dongguo cultural sphere, and even smaller Southeast Asian countries like T, are posting content about learning Dongguo culture on various social media platforms.
Those small countries that were once vassal states of the East but have been stealing East culture in modern times and openly hostile to the East are now as if they have amnesia and have begun to take pride in their former status as vassal states of the East.
Some small countries have even started showing off to netizens from large countries like Country A that they can understand Dongguo poetry, sing Dongguo songs, and read Dongguo ancient books.
"Cultivation itself originated from Eastern culture, so only those who have a deep understanding of Eastern culture can sense the spiritual energy that supports the cultivation system..."
That day, Ruoyin stood before media from various countries and spoke eloquently.
However, when this conclusion was initially reached, not a single media outlet at the scene accepted it, and everyone suspected that Dong-guk was unwilling to disclose it.
"Ms. Ruoyin, are there any differences in physical structure between people from East Asia and the West?" a reporter from Country A asked with dissatisfaction.
Ruoyin paused for a moment before smiling and explaining, "From a medical perspective, there isn't much difference between Westerners and Easterners, except for things like eye color, hair color, and skin color."
The reporter from Country A raised an eyebrow and continued to press, "As far as I know, scientists have analyzed the genetic material obtained from mitochondria and found that all of humanity is descended from a female Homo sapiens tens of thousands of years ago. So, genetically speaking, we shouldn't be that different from each other. Why can you cultivate immortality, but we can't?"
Ruoyin smiled slightly, her expression carrying a subtle smugness: "Cultivation of immortality relies not only on the body, but mainly on the power of the soul. Even though you have the same physical structure as us, your souls and cultural understanding are different, so you cannot understand or absorb spiritual energy."
The spokesperson standing next to him, seeing the subtle smugness in Ruoyin's expression, couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.
He's still just a child.
She was about to cough lightly to remind the other person not to lose their composure when she was interrupted by a reporter's question.
"Then may I ask if ordinary citizens of our country X can practice this?" asked a reporter from country X.
Ruoyin paused for a moment before slowly shaking her head: "No, although you also belong to the Eastern cultural sphere, you do not have an absolute understanding and recognition of Eastern culture."
Before the reporter from Country X could raise his hand to refute, Ruoyin continued, "Occupying and stealing our culture does not constitute recognition."
Seeing Ruoyin's gaze shift between himself and the reporter from Country P, the reporter from Country X didn't even blush. He sat back down and quickly sent messages on his phone.
"If we can't learn it, then why did you agree to allow foreign nationals in your country to register in the second batch?" a reporter from Country Y asked, raising his hand.
Even though Y Country, a permanent member of the UN Security Council and a long-established superpower, is now no different from a third-rate country, its journalists still maintain an arrogant attitude towards East Country, a trait that even the former superpower A Country would be ashamed of.
Ruoyin glanced at the spokesperson and, after receiving a signal, began to explain: "The foreign nationals who are eligible to apply in the second batch are all people who have obtained our country's permanent residence permit, and they have a certain understanding of Dongguo culture."
"Therefore, we gave them three Uni years to gain a deep understanding of our country's history and culture, so that they could absorb spiritual energy after three years."
Upon hearing Ruoyin's words, the reporter from Country A wanted to ask for more details, but was interrupted by the spokesperson who went directly to the stage: "Dear reporters, this concludes our explanation of the Immortal Cultivation Academy for now. We will consider releasing some details as there are further developments."
The reporters from various countries were naturally dissatisfied when she interrupted their follow-up questions, but the East was no longer a country they could force to answer their unreasonable questions.
The Eastern Kingdom is now a superpower far beyond their comprehension, and they dare not and are unwilling to offend such a being.
"Regarding lunar colonization..."
So the reporters had to steer the conversation back to the familiar topic of the moon.
"Tao Tao? Tao Tao?" The meeting ended with Sang Zhi Tao reminiscing, and she came back to her senses when Zhang Su called out to her.
"What's wrong?" Sang Zhitao asked Zhang Su.
"The meeting is over, let's go." Zhang Su smiled and rubbed her head. "I and the others have helped you pack your things, but you'll have to pack some of your personal clothes yourself."
"Okay, I understand." Sang Zhitao nodded with a smile.
Time always flies when you're looking forward to it, and Sang Zhitao got up before dawn the next morning.
Today's spacesuits are no longer as bulky as they used to be. Scientists at the base have used different materials and capabilities from various worlds, combined with Earth's technology, to create spacesuits that are very similar to the clothes worn by ordinary people.
Not only are there many choices in terms of style and color, but even the breathing headgear has been replaced with masks that resemble those used for oxygen therapy in hospitals.
She put on a neat workwear-style spacesuit and specially made gravity-fitting Martin boots before pushing the suitcase containing her underwear out.
Zhang Su and her guards were waiting for her in front of a small aircraft.
This aircraft was specially developed by the base for Sang Zhitao. It can only carry less than ten people and is very easy to operate, but its safety is top-notch. It is even equipped with a number of highly lethal weapons.
This wasn't Sang Zhitao's first time riding in an aircraft. She skillfully found the rest chair in the control room, then fastened her safety rope and turned on her personal computer to watch the latest TV series.
Zhang Su turned her head and saw her leisurely eating snacks and watching TV. She couldn't help but shake her head and smile before nodding to the guard.
Besides the three of them, there were two pilots on the aircraft who were specifically there to fly it. After receiving the news, they tapped a few buttons on the control panel.
Then came a jolt, followed by a feeling of weightlessness, and then they left the primeval forest where the base was located.
The massive aircraft carrier, which blotted out the sky, stopped 4,500 meters above the ground.
As the small aircraft landed on the elephant like a dragonfly, an entrance opened on the side of the aircraft carrier.
The aircraft then slid into the aircraft carrier.
"Let's go. We have too much stuff this time, so let's borrow an aircraft carrier to go up." Li Mingguo stood in front and greeted them with a smile.
Sang Zhitao looked at the high-tech aircraft rest cabin.
"How about it? It's not inferior to the Elven aircraft carrier, is it?" Li Mingguo teased from the side.
The Elf World was the first world Sang Zhitao experienced, and also the first interstellar world. The enormous aircraft carrier there had earned her countless exclamations of admiration.
“Ours is the best!” Sang Zhitao raised her chin and looked proudly at Li Mingguo.
Seeing her like this, Li Mingguo couldn't help but laugh and pat her on the shoulder, then sighed, "I hope you don't turn into a child again. It's not easy to buy things for children on the moon."
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but touch her nose: "You never know."
Li Mingguo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then it seems we need to prepare a batch of clothing and daily necessities for everyone from infants to teenagers as soon as possible."
"Actually, it's not necessary. We can prepare it later." As she spoke, Sang Zhitao transformed into a little phoenix. "I can also turn into a bird now. Birds can do anything."
"Hahahaha, good, good." Li Mingguo held her in his arms and couldn't help stroking her for a long time before placing her in Zhang Su's hands.
Sang Zhitao jumped off Zhang Su's hand and returned to human form. She then grabbed Zhang Su's hand and pulled her forward, saying, "Come on, let's go find my observation room!"
Zhang Su looked at her and couldn't help but ask, "Is the phoenix now your fixed form?"
Sang Zhitao stopped and turned to look at her: "Not really, I can become many different things."
As she spoke, a green light emanated from her body, and then a golden monkey appeared on the ground.
The golden monkey scratched its face, and then transformed back into a vibrant green peacock...
In just a few short minutes, Sang Zhitao transformed into more than a dozen animals, and when she finally turned into a green kitten, Lin Jing walked over.
"Where did this kitten come from? And it's green?" Lin Jing hugged her tightly and stroked her vigorously before looking at Zhang Su, who was holding up her hand with an embarrassed expression.
“This is Tao Tao…” Zhang Su couldn’t help but chuckle.
Lin Jing looked down at Sang Zhitao and then at Zhang Su, her face full of question marks, which made Sang Zhitao roll her eyes and jump back into Zhang Su's arms.
Seeing such vivid expressions on a kitten's face, Lin Jing felt that no matter how unbelievable it seemed, she had to admit that the little green cat in front of her was Sang Zhitao.
"How did it suddenly turn into a little green cat?" Lin Jing couldn't resist touching Sang Zhitao a few more times before saying this.
"I was just curious what else Tao Tao could transform into besides a phoenix, so I made her do it," Zhang Su explained with a smile.
Lin Jing stared at Sang Zhitao in shock, and after a long while, she cautiously asked, "Why... is this green?"
Sang Zhitao scratched her ear with her hind paw, sighed, jumped to the ground, transformed into human form, and said, "There's no way around it, I don't have enough energy."
Lin Jing couldn't help but twitch her lips and asked curiously, "Then wouldn't you be able to transform into seventy-two different forms?"
Sang Zhitao shook her head: "It's not that bad, it's not that bad. I can only become the person I've seen before."
“The phoenix doesn’t count.” Before Lin Jing could speak again, Sang Zhitao quickly replied.
As they spoke, the three of them arrived at the observation room of the lunar base.
To prevent Sang Zhitao from feeling uncomfortable, the overall layout of the lunar base was the same as that of the Earth base, only enlarged several times.
Even her observation room was enlarged several times over.
It feels like I've gone from a one-bedroom apartment to a large, single-level apartment.
"Wow~ It's so big!" Sang Zhitao exclaimed happily as she wandered through the various rooms of the large apartment.
After a long while, she ran back to Zhang Su and asked, "Why did you give me such a big room?"
Zhang Su pinched her cheek and replied with a smile, "Not only is there your room here, but mine is here too, and there are two guest rooms reserved for your sister and brother."
"Now we basically don't need to monitor your comings and goings anymore, since you can basically sense everything anyway, so everyone unanimously decided to restore your living environment, which is why we built you a large single-level house."
"A game room, a craft room, a dressing room, a music room—everything you want is here, how about it?"
"Mmm-hmm!!" Sang Zhitao nodded repeatedly, her face full of excitement. "I love it so much~"
“I’m glad you like it. There are quite a few clothes we made for you in the walk-in closet, some are custom-made haute couture, and some are private custom-made in China. I hope you like them.” Lin Jing continued with a smile, “Your brother paid for it; he’s now the richest man in China.”
"Let's talk about it when we become the world's richest person," Sang Zhitao waved her hand dismissively.
Zhang Su laughed and joked, "You're the world's richest person, not your brother, but your brother is also in the top ten."
"Wow~" Sang Zhitao finally had a real sense of her wealth this time.
It's worth noting that in the past, it was rare to see wealthy individuals from the East on the world's richest lists. Having endured a century of hardship, the East's wealthy were naturally no match for those Western families who amassed their wealth through shady plunder.
"Alright, they've already put your luggage away. You can go and pack some small things yourself." Zhang Su gently pushed her. "After you're done packing, we'll go get something to eat, and then you can get some rest."
The lunar base is surrounded by specially designed arrays and protective shields. Living here is almost no different from living on Earth, and there is no need to wear spacesuits.
So it wasn't until Sang Zhitao woke up and looked out the window at the distant craters that she realized she was on the moon.
"I never thought I'd be able to play Chang'e for once..." Looking at the crater, wrapped in a small blanket, Sang Zhitao took a sip of hot tea and couldn't help but sigh.
"I never thought I wouldn't even be able to get a sip of hot tea..." Snapping out of her reverie, Sang Zhitao pulled the blanket tighter around her and couldn't help but sigh.
"But the way those countries' expressions change is really interesting. I wonder when I'll see them change their expressions again..." Thinking of the arrogant and obsequious attitude of the foreigners she saw before she transmigrated, she couldn't help but bury her face in the blanket.
A soft chuckle came from under the blanket, breaking the silence of the night and masking the subtle movements under the bed.
Sang Zhitao waited for dawn while she was in a state of alternating sleep and wakefulness.
The unusual movements of plants and animals quieted down considerably after the sun came out.
A small figure emerged from the dilapidated shack, her fair skin and delicate features completely obscured by the dirty mud.
Looking at the leaves and branches scattered on the ground outside the door, Sang Zhitao sighed helplessly, moved her legs, and picked up a simple broom from beside the shack.
The branches were picked out and set aside; they could be used to start a fire.
The leaves were also piled up to be used as kindling.
About two or three meters away from the shack, there was a small stove made of mud and stones, with a small iron pot about the size of an adult's palm on it.
Sang Zhitao walked to a spot seven or eight meters away from the shack and carefully searched the ground for a long time before finding four or five red-skinned fruits, each about the size of her palm.
Carefully stuffing the fruit into her cloth bag, Sang Zhitao looked ahead warily and cautiously retreated to a safe distance.
According to her memory, the person who took her in taught her not to leave the shack within ten meters, or she would be harmed by the mutated plants and animals.
However, based on Sang Zhitao's probing over the past two days, the safe zone has now shrunk to a range of eight to nine meters.
After retreating to a safe area, Sang Zhitao breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at the shack with worry in her eyes.
I wonder how much longer this place of refuge will last.
A gentle breeze rustled the fallen leaves, stirring Sang Zhitao's tense nerves and pulling her out of her worries.
Sang Zhitao took the red-skinned fruit and then took out her small sickle from the corner of the room.
After standing the sickle upright and stepping on its handle, Sang Zhitao held a red-skinned fruit and twirled it around on the sickle blade.
Only after another deep mark appeared on the red fruit did she pick up the sickle and walk to the small pot.
Holding a red-skinned fruit in one hand and a sickle in the other, Sang Zhitao gestured for a while before finally making a small cut on the mark left by the red-skinned fruit.
Sang Zhitao tossed the sickle aside, grabbed the red-skinned fruit with both hands, and snapped it off forcefully from the small pot.
Then the red-skinned fruit made a "poof" sound, as if it had been deflated.
Then, with a crisp "snap," the red-skinned fruit split in two, and a milky-white, viscous liquid slid down from the middle into the small pot, making a dull thud.
The red-skinned fruit shells were stuffed into a basket on the side, which already contained nearly a hundred red-skinned fruit shells.
Sang Zhitao gripped the pot handle and quickly tossed the wok around in the hot pot. She then picked up a pair of simple chopsticks from the side and stirred the contents of the pot a few times.
Soon, a fragrant aroma wafted from the pot, and the sticky substance in the pot transformed into a golden-brown pancake.
Sang Zhitao first extinguished the fire, then used the residual heat to simmer the pancakes in the pot for a while before using the small knife at her waist to make a few cuts on the pancakes, dividing them into more than a dozen small pieces.
Looking at the surrounding plants and animals, and then at the four remaining red-skinned fruits beside her, Sang Zhitao sighed heavily.
After thinking for a moment, she counted the pancakes, divided them into three portions, and ate one portion.
The pancake was only about the size of her palm, not enough to fill her up, but at most it would make her less hungry.
Sang Zhitao touched her belly, her brows furrowed. She didn't know how much longer she could stay here, or if the plants and animals would continue to care for her. She couldn't collect that many fruits every day, so she had to save some.
The original owner of this body was nothing more than a doll barely surviving in the hands of an emotionally unstable vagrant; no one taught her the importance of storing food.
She has already managed to learn some life skills, which is quite capable.
But Sang Zhi Tao is different. She is not a real child, but an adult with mature thoughts. In particular, she is from the East, and farming and storing food are almost engraved in her genes.
After finishing her meal, Sang Zhitao carried the pot and food little by little into the shack, then looked at the cloth bag left by the previous landlord with a hesitant expression.
After a long time, she found the dusty needles and thread in the room.
She stretched the thread and, finding it hadn't rotted, breathed a sigh of relief. She dragged over two adult-sized cloth bags, took out a pair of scissors, practiced briefly, and then started cutting.
Only when the room was dark and she could no longer see the needle and thread did she stuff the altered cloth bags and her two pieces of clothing, four red fruits, a small pot, and a sickle into them.
Holding her shoulders, laden with her belongings, tightly to her chest, Sang Zhitao finally fell asleep with a touch of unease.
Sang Zhitao spent the night in a state of intermittent sleep, just like yesterday, and the area around her eyes had become somewhat dark.
After getting up, she first calmed her slightly dizzy mind before sighing and carefully picking up the red berries from the ground.
Today was a bit luckier than yesterday; there were eight ripe fruits on the ground.
Sang Zhitao noticed that the spot where the fruit had fallen was closer to the shed than yesterday, and a bad feeling instantly arose in her heart.
Upon closer inspection of the surrounding fence, it was discovered that parts of it had been damaged.
Sang Zhitao's expression turned somewhat unpleasant for a moment.
She went to the back of the shack and saw that the once safe path leading to other places was now mostly obscured by dense vegetation.
I'm leaving in the next few days!
The moment Sang Zhitao saw that road, she made up her mind.
I carefully checked the red berries in my backpack. There are twelve of them now, enough to last seven or eight days if I eat my fill. If I eat them sparingly, I can easily last twelve days.
Relieved, Sang Zhitao dressed herself neatly, wrapped a cloth bag around her body, and slung a backpack over her shoulder. Seeing that it was already late, she could only go to sleep with trepidation, thinking that she would leave immediately after picking the fruit the next day.
Sang Zhitao, who had been sleeping restlessly all night, felt her bed shaking slightly.
A cool breeze swept over her as she drifted off to sleep, and she snapped her eyes open, instantly waking up.
Sang Zhitao nimbly rolled out of bed, a sickle in one hand, and was about to run outside when she caught a glimpse of the photo on the wall.
Only then did he realize what had happened, and he hurriedly ran over, tore it off, and stuffed it into his clothes.
"Bang!" In that instant, a large hole appeared where she had just fallen asleep.
Then countless vines climbed up from the cave...
Through the crack in the wall, Sang Zhitao saw that in the moonlight, countless vines occupied all the open space in the courtyard.
The small kitchen had been crushed, and the nearly one hundred fruit shells that had been saved up to exchange for supplies had been crushed into red powder and scattered everywhere.
Sang Zhitao looked at the vines that kept spreading towards her with a grim expression, and then looked at the countless vines behind her that were separated from her by a wall.
My mind was racing...
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Author's Note: I will gradually adjust my approach and try to increase the proportion of two-in-one or three-in-one content in the future. I hope I can keep up with the pace.
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