As soon as she entered space, Yaochi felt her energy consumption rate increase significantly.
Whether it's converting ability into magic or divine will, it can't stop this drain.
She observed for a while and realized that this level of exertion was perfectly acceptable to her.
If one is a third-class immortal, just staying in space would be a waste of their energy, not to mention the additional expense of collecting gas glow.
Not all third-class immortals are so weak and frail. Yaochi has a premonition that third-class immortals from Earth are probably stronger than many "third-class immortal level divine warriors" in the Divine Will Great Wall.
Who made Li Changzhou the supreme immortal of Earth?
Those who can pass the Earth's third-class tribulation, judging solely by their strength, might be second-class or first-class on other planets.
Flying to Li Changzhou's side, he had already lost his red glow. The collected red glow clustered in front of him, gradually being compressed.
Yaochi threw out the Princess and went inside. With the spaceship, the radiation consumption was stopped.
She tried to collect the airglow, but found that she couldn't sense it at all; she could only do so by stepping outside the spaceship.
Does the spaceship block radiation while also blocking the aura, or does the aura only react when it comes into direct contact with the immortal?
Yaochi is unclear.
The so-called immortals are actually only those who have reached the limit of human beings in a certain aspect. They are neither omniscient nor omnipotent. There are still countless things that they cannot understand or comprehend.
As the princess ship shrank, Yaochi sat down next to Li Changzhou with a smile.
She sat cross-legged, her left elbow resting on her left knee, her left palm supporting her cheek, her face turned to the side, smiling as she stared at Li Changzhou.
She wore a white suit jacket over a light silk blouse, the hem of which was tucked into her trousers, highlighting her slender waist.
Her eyes were both gentle and seductive, her lips were rosy, and her white hair, like the first snowflakes, was elegantly and loosely tied behind her head. She wore earrings that were exquisite and sparkling.
She just stared straight at Li Changzhou.
"..." Li Changzhou opened his eyes and glanced at her.
With a wave of his hand, he pulverized the satellite that had been staring at him into dust, the powder forming words.
If you're bored and have nothing better to do, go cultivate in the Honey Pot World.
Yaochi touched the powder, and the powder began to move like swimming fish, rearranging itself into a new formation.
"It's rare to have just the two of you, let's chat, my love."
Very rigorous
[I am your wife, so it is only proper for me to address you as my husband; it's not a matter of formality.]
I mean, you actually used punctuation marks!
Yaochi smiled happily and turned the powder into a large [!].
Then, the exclamation mark (!) transformed into: "I have something to tell you. Shall we go to bed—no, shall we go to the spaceship to talk?"
"I don't care about anything right now," Li Changzhou dispersed the powder, closed his eyes, and continued to gather qi.
Yaochi brought her lips close to Li Changzhou's ear and exhaled a breath of hot air: "Hmph!"
Li Changzhou remained unmoved even though his ears were a little itchy.
Yaochi didn't continue. In the Ming Dynasty's Forbidden City, one could do whatever one wanted. Now, although it was outer space, satellites would occasionally take pictures. She wasn't bold enough to flirt with men in front of the whole world.
She closed her eyes and began to gather her qi.
A portion of the aura was converted into mana to replenish the energy she consumed while resisting radiation and collecting aura; the remainder could be saved.
Yaochi hasn't decided yet whether to condense 'eternal sands' or use some kind of tool to transform it into a region.
As long as the tools are chosen well, there is no difference in quality between the two methods. In fact, when the tools are of very high quality, the second method is even better.
Li Changzhou possesses the S-rank item Honey Pot World, which is an S-rank item that has undergone one growth (during physical enhancement) and is also a world-type item, making it a flawless 'regional seed'.
With him as an example, Yaochi naturally wanted to choose better props, but let alone world-class props, even S-class props were already extremely rare.
Yang Qinglan does have an S-grade jade cauldron, which would be an excellent choice as a 'regional seed'... Thinking about this, Yaochi was even less willing to settle for less.
While collecting Qi Hui, Yao Chi pondered her future.
Because of Yaochi's addition, Li Changzhou clearly felt that the rate at which the aura was decreasing had accelerated, which was about the same as his previous estimate. Earth could only support six immortals of his and Yaochi's level.
If they were all third- or second-class immortals, there would be about a hundred of them.
The two floated silently in the universe, absorbing energy. Yaochi conceived her future, while Li Changzhou pondered the Daoist techniques within the fragrant leaf crown.
A day passed, and Li Changzhou condensed two pieces of red aura, while Yaochi only had a little over half of it.
Li Changzhou calculated that if he also needed to expend energy to resist radiation, it would cost about one yuan per day.
A second-class immortal might only grow to the size of a fingernail in a day, while a third-class immortal might only grow to the size of a fingernail in a month.
This is still on Earth where the aura is relatively strong. If it were on the moon, a third-class immortal might need one or two years to accumulate enough for a fingernail.
In the honey pot world, after hearing Li Changzhou's research conclusions, Li Qianxia tossed two pieces of red aura in her hand and asked him, "How many did you give to Yin Seli and the others again?"
"...Eighty yuan?" Li Changzhou had never even opened it, so how would he know?
"Eighty dollars. If you don't eat or drink, that's two dollars a day. That's sixty dollars a month (thirty days). Let's say eighty dollars. There are only twelve months in a year—"
Li Qianxia held Qi Hui in her hand as if crushing a walnut, staring at Li Changzhou: "—You gave away one-twelfth of your annual income just to buy a flying car for a woman."
"......"
Yang Qinglan smiled and said, "It depends on how you spend money. Some of it is investment, some is consumption, and some is waste. Your brother's money is an investment, so forgive him."
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