Legend of the Mythological Genes

After a session of cultivation and the unexpected encounter with the Mars Revolutionary Army, time passed quickly and the skies had already turned bright.

Feng Lin displayed his full speed, transforming into a series of after-images as he sped in the return direction.

His robes fluttered in the wind as he traveled at extreme speed. His entire person was like a sharp knife slicing the wind, creating whistling noises.

As the sun rose up, the temperature of Mars began to surge. Very swiftly, the temperature had already reached over 50 degrees. The heat was unbearable, and the violent wind caused clouds of sand and dust to swirl about madly.

After coming down from the mountain, Feng Lin’s steps didn’t stop. He only spent 20 minutes to reach the windmill forest on the surface of the Shitai City. He then entered the elevator and went to the undercity.

Since this was his idle time now, Feng Lin took out his Id microchip and quickly tapped on it.

The microchip was able to automatically record one’s information and the experiences they had every day. This would serve as a memory aid so people wouldn’t forget important things and could read through the recorded notes any time.

However, the interactions between him and the Mars Revolutionary Army weren’t suitable to be recorded.

The things in the Id microchip wasn’t completely confidential. The interstellar hackers could use viruses to break the firewall and gain access to the information inside it.

There were simply too many bizarre secrets in the Giant Pharmaceutical Company which made Feng Lin feel great wariness in his heart. He had to be prepared for the unexpected.

If the Mars Revolutionary Army didn’t lie to him, his own situation was definitely not an optimistic one.

Given the power of the Giant Pharmaceutical Company, it wasn’t a difficult task to hire an interstellar hacker.

If the people of the Giant Pharmaceutical Company learned about his encounter with the revolutionary army, he wasn’t sure what trouble would there be.

Hence, for the sake of safety, Feng Lin decided to delete the automatically recorded information just in case it fell into the wrong hands and caused him to be in danger.

But when he saw the contact information transmitted over by the long-robed man, Luke, he pondered a little and decided to retain it as it had already been encrypted.

If he really met with danger, having one more choice would be equivalent to one more path of life.

After walking out from the elevator, he glanced at the lively and clamorous undercity. Feng Lin then boarded the train that would take him to the Giant Pharmaceutical Company.

His expression was calm. He had decided to bury his encounters last night deep into his heart, never to be divulged again.

For the information Luke told him, it wasn’t that he didn’t believe it. It was just that he didn’t believe everything completely. However, there was undoubtedly some truth contained within it.

Next, what he had to do was try to verify all these information he had learned.

If the Giant Pharmaceutical Company really had evil intentions, it was fine as long as it didn’t affect him.

Feng Lin knew himself very well. He had just stepped on the path of cultivation, recently becoming an interstellar cultivator. He was still far from being powerful enough to control his own fate.

Cautiousness and restraint was the correct path!

But if others really offended him, Feng Lin wouldn’t take it lying down so easily.

Even if he wasn’t strong enough, it was impossible for him to just sit there and wait for death.

Every step on the path of cultivation was extremely tough. If one wasn’t courageous enough and had a heart filled with fear, they wouldn’t be able to walk far on this path.

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The train was fully packed. Feng Lin was wearing the Giant Pharmaceutical Company’s uniform and was extremely conspicuous. The Martians in the surroundings would cast all sorts of strange looks at him. Envy, curiosity, greed, jealousy, malice, hatred—there were all sorts of complex emotions within those looks.

“Quickly look, that fellow is an employee of the Giant Pharmaceutical Company. He should be very wealthy, right? I’m so envious of him!”

“The people of the Giant Pharmaceutical are a bunch of blood-sucking vampires. There’s nothing to be envious about!”

“That company is a malignant tumor of our Shitai City!”

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The sounds of discussion were everywhere, and the air was filled with hostility.

Feng Lin’s heart sank. The Giant Pharmaceutical was the largest company here in Shitai City, but it was actually so unwelcomed. There must definitely be a reason behind it. It was worth to contemplate this deeply.

Facing the comments around him, he acted like they weren’t talking about him, and he didn’t see or hear anything until he directly returned to the Giant Pharmaceutical Company.

Today was his rest day, and he had enough time to continue cultivating and to strengthen his foundation.

The amount of space the Giant Pharmaceutical Company occupied was extremely great. There were tens of departments with all sorts of occupation.

As a newbie, Feng Lin wisely chose not to walk around randomly in case he left bad impressions everywhere. In truth, he didn’t have any thoughts to do that. He also didn’t have the time to do so.

After returning to his lodgings, he began to cultivate assiduously.

Rumble~

His hunger caused his stomach to emit thunderous rumbling noises. After a session of cultivation, the pressure on one’s mental and physical energy was exceedingly great. It felt like he had just fought a long and tough battle, and his strength was completely exhausted.

Feng Lin was already extremely hungry since earlier.

He casually took out a bottle of Giant type-A nutrient fluid created by the Giant Pharmaceutical Company and drank it.

Sadly, it tasted bland. Other than a little food fragrance, he felt nothing when he drank it. It was as insipid as water.

This type of high-grade nutrient fluids might be of use to ordinary humans. But to Feng Lin who had become an interstellar cultivator, the number of benefits was negligible.

Now, he could only drink potions of life!

Feng Lin took out a potion of life and drank it. He felt a cool liquid coursing through his body, manifesting a faint heat.

There was finally some effect, albeit an extremely weak one.

Things were truly different now!

Feng Lin felt extremely helpless in his heart, but there was also joy.

He still remembered that during the first time he drank this potion of life, his body had undergone a transformation, and he had endured great agony and pain. The process simply felt like hovering between life and death. But now, he didn’t feel anything at all.

This indicated that his life’s essence had already reached a very high level, slowly closing onto perfection. This was the reason why the potion of life’s effects became less and less pronounced.

What made him feel helpless was that he had to find even higher-graded potions!

Feng Lin frowned slightly as this generated another headache.

Potion of life was one of the lowest-grade genetic potions and was the cheapest. The other types of genetic potions all cost astronomical amounts of money.

Interstellar cultivator was a profession that burned a huge amount of money. In order to sustain his cultivation, he would have to spend money like flowing water.

If one wanted to smoothly walk on the path of cultivation, they shouldn’t lack wealth.

He had to start to think up a grand plan for him to make some money.

But now wasn’t the time to think of this. Feng Lin found it difficult to bear the hunger, and he continuously drank his potions of life.

The chinese characters for the potions of life had the word ‘water’ in it. Now that he drank them, they truly taste as insipid as water.

In a single breath, Feng Lin drank a total of ten bottles of potion of life that were concocted by machinery. Only after that did he feel the sensation of his hunger being slightly sated. With no other choice, he drank another five higher-graded potions of life that were concocted by humans, and his hunger was barely sated!

He immediately closed his eyes and sat down, starting his cultivation.

The method of transforming energy into qi circulated automatically.

Feng Lin felt that his stomach was burning as though it had transformed into a huge furnace that was incinerating those nutritious substances, cleansing him of impurities. Currents of warmth circulated within his body, replenishing his energy, leaving behind pure nutrients that could be converted into stored genetic potential.

Genetic potential +20%, +20%, +20%…

With sufficient nutrients to act as a support, this cultivation method cycled at an incomparably fearsome speed, allowing the genetic potential in his body to surge at an unprecedented rate. Very soon, his genetic potential climbed up to 521%.

At the same time, Feng Lin’s vitality kept rising continuously.

After breaking through to become an interstellar cultivator, it seemed that his life evolution didn’t halt at all. Under the replenishment provided by the nutritious substances, the evolution process continued.

Vitality stats 13.9, 14.1, 14.3…

With every single increment, it would rise by 0.2 at the bare minimum. His vitality stats continued to surge up explosively.

Very swiftly, Feng Lin’s vitality stats broke the 15.0 mark and eventually reached 16.8.