Lu Sheng walked into the living room and found that only his mother was home.
"Where's Qinghe and Dad?"
"One's at school, one's at work. They haven't come back yet."
Lu Sheng frowned and said: "Didn't you say that Dad wouldn’t be a porter any more? His body can’t can take any more work. When he turns old, he'll be covered in injuries …"
"If he's not a porter, what else can he do?" Zheng Yufen comforted: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him for you. Ever since he ate the meat you sent back last time, your father's health has improved a lot."
Lu Sheng nodded, and his expression relaxed a little. Relying on the fact that Dong Qingxue and Qin Shaojun were taking care of him in the training camp, Lu Sheng specially sent back some of the exotic beast meat that the trainees ate.
It wasn't much, just a few dozen pounds. It was enough for the family to eat for a long time.
The nutritional value of exotic beast meat was dozens or even hundreds of times that of ordinary beef and mutton. It was much better than some of the health supplements on the market.
"How's Qinghe's performance recently?"
"She's improved a lot. She's filled with vitality."
Lu Sheng casually asked his mother about the situation at home, then went into the room to put down the luggage and took a shower.
In the evening, Lu Dahai and Lu Qinghe came back one after another.
Because of Lu Sheng's return, the small family was once again complete. The whole family was quite happy. Lu Dahai even had a few drinks during dinner.
When he heard that Lu Sheng had taught a few hooligans a lesson on the way back, Lu Dahai was so happy that his face was flushed red.
"Martial artists should be . When you see injustice on the road, get rid of the strong and help the weak. When you need to do something, do something … Otherwise, what's the point of practising martial arts? Just find an office building and work."
Zheng Yufen scolded him. "You don't know who you are after a few drinks. What if your son gets hurt? You won’t feel bad for him, would you?"
"He's a boy. What's the big deal if he gets hurt and bleeds a little? My son will go to the battlefield to kill foreign beasts and protect the country in the future …"
Lu Dahai tapped the wine glass with his chopsticks, shook his head, and started singing a song.
"~Waiting to be the commander, putting on the armor and going to war …~"
Lu Sheng looked at this scene, and his eyes gradually softened. He had a big heart, and there were many things that he wanted to do. But for now, this family was all that he wanted to protect.
He turned his head and found Lu Qinghe secretly looking at him.
Lu Qinghe stuffed a mouthful of rice into her mouth. She shyly said in a low voice, "Brother, how was your training camp?"
Lu Sheng smiled and said softly, "It's okay. The instructor took good care of me …"
"What's the daily training routine like?"
The night was cold as winter.
Lu Sheng sat quietly on the yoga mat in the middle of the room.
Spiritual power slowly flowed in his mind, bringing with it a cool feeling. Soon, Lu Sheng entered the dream.
On the ruined street, Lu Sheng's figure quietly appeared. Lu Sheng's face was calm as he strolled on the desolate street.
He began to walk in the direction of the city centre.
Entering the next street.
One after another, wandering figures appeared in front of Lu Sheng.
Lu Sheng's expression was calm. The powerful spiritual power of a Level 3 Spiritual Master seeped out of his body.
The zombies that tried to get close to him were instantly flung away, like straws being uprooted by a tornado. One by one, the zombies were weathered in the air, turning into black smoke and returning to Lu Sheng.
As the zombies along the street were cleared, the black smoke also increased in number. The speed of absorption couldn't keep up with the production.
The black smoke gathered behind Lu Sheng, like a black cloak full of scars.
A zombie was flung away by the spiritual power, but in the blink of an eye it shot back at an even faster speed.
Lu Sheng's eyes were as bright as the morning stars.
His feet stomped heavily on the ground, and his whole body leaped high into the air. Lu Sheng raised his right fist in the air, his breath as hot as fire.
"Heroic Spirit Immortal!"
His fair, fleshy fist smashed down and smashed into the zombie's body as if it was breaking rotten wood. The tall zombie roared and exploded into a cloud of dust. A thick black smoke was sent out.
"Level 6 Martial Artist!"
After destroying the zombie blocking his way with one punch, Lu Sheng's expression didn't change as he continued to move forward.
With his current strength, he only needed one punch to take care of a zombie that was a Level 6 Martial Artist before its death.
Lu Sheng kept moving forward, gradually going deeper into the city. Along the way, he killed at least hundreds of zombies.
The memory fragments of these zombies gathered together, filling Lu Sheng's mind. It made his head ache, and his heart constantly had the urge to vent.
The desire to destroy everything.
Lu Sheng knew that this was the after-effect of absorbing too many battle memories in one go. All he needed to do was sit down and practice Crystal Contemplation for a while, and this after-effect would immediately disappear.
Lu Sheng didn't want to think about it yet.
He was looking for something.
Suddenly, a thin figure landed in front of Lu Sheng.
Large cracks appeared on the hard street under the figure's feet.
Lu Sheng's pupils contracted, and he stopped abruptly.
Lu Sheng looked at the uninvited guest in front of him who was attracted by him, rubbed his swollen temples, and grinned. He had found what he was looking for.
Why didn't he choose to clear the complicated memories in his mind?
Because he was afraid.
He was afraid that without the desire to fight and destroy that was born from "Qi Deviation."
He would lose … The courage to fight with the Master level zombie in front of him!
Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes and sized up the zombie in front of him. It was about 1.75 meters tall and lean, possessing of a mesomorphic figure.
It looked unordinary, wearing rather exquisite streamlined battle armour.
This zombie looked very similar to an ordinary middle-aged man in his forties. If one did not look at its unfocused eyes and dead gray skin, it was almost no different from a normal person.
The mighty force of time seemed to have washed away some of the moisture in its body, making it shrivelled and covered with dust.
Compared to the rotten and broken zombies that Lu Sheng had seen before, this zombie was particularly “fresh” and "complete."
"A Master’s blood is as thick as mercury, and the body as hard as steel. It is not something that a Level 6 Martial Artist or below can compare to. It’s simply too powerful …"
And it was such a powerful Master zombie that there was a large hole with a diameter of more than 10 centimetres where its heart should’ve been. Yet it was empty, and one could see right through it.
It was hard to imagine what kind of terrifying beast was able to dig out the heart of a Master in one go during the battle that destroyed the base.
The Master zombie was standing at a distance, quietly looking at him, as if waiting for something.
Lu Sheng took a deep breath, and the rhythm of his breathing quietly changed.
“Breath of the Wind!"
A faint wind lingered around Lu Sheng's body. Lu Sheng's body swayed, and in an instant, he disappeared from where he was.
Using the full power begotten from Intricate realm, he was astonishingly fast, like a wisp of smoke. In a few breaths, he was in front of the zombie.
The Master zombie did not seem to notice and was still standing in the same spot. Lu Sheng viciously kicked the Master zombie's head.
Driven by the powerful vitality of a Level 3 Martial Artist, this kick was like a steel blade, tearing through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.