Chapter 125: Miraculous Rejuvenation Skill

Chapter 125: Miraculous Rejuvenation Skill

The blizzard roared and swirled, lifting snow mist mixed with ice shards, like an enraged snow dragon charging down the mountain with a thunderous and imposing force.

Wave after wave of snowstorm pressed down, fiercely scraping over the crowd, blocking everyone from climbing the mountain.

Earth psychics had already constructed bunkers to withstand the snowstorm. The psychics stood in groups inside the bunkers, peering up at the mountain through observation slits with telescopes.

They felt uneasy, murmuring to each other: "Why haven’t we started the climb yet? Didn't we rehearse this before?"

"Perhaps General Guan has a different strategy."

"I heard his tornadoes carry electricity, able to continuously sweep away zombies and clear the area. This is much better and safer than us slowly fighting our way up to clear the area."

They watched as countless tornadoes spiraled upwards. The zombie horde was powerless against the tornadoes, suddenly swept into the air like shredded puppets, their remains and bones crisping into ash amidst the lightning.

The zombie groups on the mountain felt no pain or fear; they instinctively fled from this terrifying force, screaming as they ran.

A zombie horde that would take ordinary psychics hours to clear was now all involuntarily swept into the tornadoes, ruthlessly swept away like trash, as easily as snapping dry twigs.

The scene was immensely satisfying to the base military personnel below, who had come with a determination to die.

"General Luo really knows how to get General Guan to come."

"If only General Guan could be stationed at Sanchu Base permanently—saying goodbye to family before every battle is really tough."

"It’s the apocalypse; every extra day alive is a bonus."

Snowflakes as large as goose feathers drifted uncertainly in the air, but no one noticed clusters of small white umbrella-shaped flowers scattered densely across the mountain by the wind.

Suddenly, someone shouted in surprise: "The wind seems to have calmed down."

The earth-shaking, wildly ferocious storm had somehow vanished, and the roaring sound that drove everything away was no longer heard.

As the large hordes of zombies were swept away and cleared, the tornadoes also seemed to have disappeared somewhere.

A gentle breeze started to blow through the air.

Snowflakes, one by one, like thin cotton wadding, shimmered and swayed, enchanting in the gentle breeze.

And the swaying snowflakes actually melted upon landing.

Melted?

The soldiers below were the first to notice something was wrong: "The snow is melting!"

Yes, the snow was actually melting, even in this harsh winter.

The melting snow turned into trickling streams, flowing into tender green grass shoots.

Wait, this is winter; where did the tender shoots come from?

Soon, the soldiers exclaimed in surprise.

Right before their eyes, Mulan Mountain, covered in snow, was awakening at a visible speed.

Yes, it could only be described as awakening, or perhaps, rebirth.

Dense green grass leaves burst forth from the ground, sprouting thick and slender blades, dyeing the entire mountain slope green. Tender yellow curled grass shoots continued to emerge from the unmelted snow, breaking through the hard frozen soil, endlessly sprouting.

The trees stretched out their branches and leaves, their canopies swelling rapidly, with leaves as green as clouds. The slopes were dotted with flowering trees, their blossoms thick as smoke and clouds.

Azaleas bloomed in vast patches, in deep red, light red, apricot red, and purple red, as fiery and intense as splashes of paint, wild and romantic, dotting the entire mountain with varying shades.

Pink and white oleanders bloomed from their slender, graceful branches, their delicate flowers swaying softly.

There were also wild camellias, balsams, morning glories, ginger lilies, dandelions, and countless other unnamed wildflowers, blooming in clusters across the slopes.

The snow was still melting slowly, forming clear streams that trickled down through the lush vegetation.

The flowers and leaves were vibrant, with varying shades of green. The shrubs and vines seemed to have soaked up abundant energy, their stems and buds plump and juicy, gleaming with a glossy sheen, thriving with growth.

The fragrance of the flowers drifted on the gentle breeze, like the height of late spring.

But the air was still bitterly cold, the mist from their breath a reminder that it was still winter. The distant, rolling mountain peaks were still blanketed in snow, gray and lifeless.

The soldiers gaped in awe, murmuring to each other, "Is this the doing of wood psychic abilities?"

"Could it be... the East Lord?"

"The East Lord who built Cactus City?"

"This is nothing short of a miracle."

"The East Lord is the god of spring."

"But... what about the zombie king?"

Luo Shouchang turned to Zhou Yun, who still had his eyes closed, and let out a long sigh, suppressing the excitement in his heart, as if he had witnessed a miracle. He whispered to Guan Yuanfeng, "What about the zombie king?"

Guan Yuanfeng patted Comet, who had been circling him and Zhou Yun, itching for a fight, and said, "Go, fetch the crystal core."

At this command, Comet dashed up the slope like a bolt of lightning, overjoyed.

Luo Shouchang, still skeptical, glanced at Zhou Yun. Zhou Yun opened his eyes and turned to him, smiling, "Alright, we can head back to the city now."

Comet had already raced back from the mountain, holding a round object wrapped in vines in its mouth. It ran up to them, spat it out, and then happily circled around Zhou Yun, seeking a reward.

Luo Shouchang watched as Guan Yuanfeng took his battle knife and pried open the vine-wrapped object, only to find it was the head of a zombie.

The head was not heavily decayed; its icy, jade-like bones were covered in dandelions, still blooming with yellow flowers. Guan Yuanfeng skillfully split the head open with his knife, revealing a large, translucent king-level water crystal core inside.

Guan Yuanfeng, wearing gloves, still used a handkerchief to pick up the crystal core, which emitted a faint chill, wrapped it, and handed it to Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun smiled and said, "Here, take it."

Guan Yuanfeng replied, "I have others, you use this one."

Zhou Yun didn't refuse and took it, casually placing it in the pocket of his tactical vest. He then handed a piece of dried meat to Comet as a reward.

He glanced at his watch and said, "The mutated crayfish we had last night were really delicious, all full of roe. Can we have them again tonight?"

Luo Shouchang: "..."

The base troops had come in full force, prepared for a fierce battle, but in the end, they only needed to clean up the remaining scattered zombies and collect the crystal cores from the corpses.

Military songs echoed across the mountain, as they hadn't fought such a flawless battle in a long time, not even expending a single bullet.

After instructing the remaining troops to wrap things up, Luo Shouchang turned to board the vehicle, only to notice his adjutant hesitating. "General, there are so many wild vegetables on the mountain. Let me take a squad of guards and gather some. It's been a while since we've had fresh greens."

He swallowed hard: "So many shepherd's purses, so tender. We can make dumplings tonight."

Luo Shouchang: "..." He waved his hand helplessly, saying, "Stay and pick more." It's been rough for everyone lately.

The adjutant's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

Then he whispered flatteringly: "I saw a big toon tree over there. I'll arrange for someone to climb up and pick more for you to make a cold dish."

Luo Shouchang: "..."

He beckoned the adjutant closer: "Take a team to find the zombie king's body, bring it back, and document the scene with photos and videos."

The loyal adjutant immediately responded, "Yes!"

Luo Shouchang turned and walked towards his car, seeing Guan Yuanfeng holding the car door open for Zhou Yun, carefully as if guarding a rare treasure, before getting in himself.

Although he had sensed Guan Yuanfeng's excessive attention to the Lord of Dongjun before, he now fully understood. It wasn't because the other was some fragile jewel.

This was clearly a powerful weapon, not to be used lightly, as its use would inevitably attract covetous eyes.

Building a city from scratch, melting snow to revive spring, and killing enemies without a trace—he didn't even know when the zombie king was killed, as Guan Yuanfeng and Zhou Yun had been by his side all along.

He, the fool, had actually believed the other needed protection.

In the off-road vehicle, Tang Anchen was driving in the front, Comet was in the passenger seat, and Guan Yuanfeng and Zhou Yun sat in the back.

Zhou Yun, upon getting in the car, lazily closed his eyes. Guan Yuanfeng reached out and gently held Zhou Yun's waist: "Lie down and rest for a while, or do you want to absorb the crystal core?"

Zhou Yun lay down on Guan Yuanfeng's lap: "I'll rest for a while, I'm a bit tired." Putting on a show wasn't easy; first, he had to strangle the zombie king with dandelions, and even with Guan Yuanfeng's electric tornado, it was no walk in the park.

Then he melted the zombie king's blizzard and used his psychic abilities to revive the mountain's plants. He was utterly drained, feeling an exhaustion he hadn't known in ages.

He sighed: "If you want to show off, you've got to pay the price behind the scenes."

Guan Yuanfeng: "..."

Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh.

Guan Yuanfeng finally smiled helplessly: "It's not like we couldn't win, just slower. Why waste so much psychic energy?" He gently caressed Zhou Yun's pale cheek, his heart filled with pity.

Zhou Yun said: "Since we're here, we might as well make a big show. Luo Shouchang is a high-level powerhouse himself, with soldiers, authority, territory, and resources. He's proud and doesn't truly respect you. To earn his respect and establish our authority in Sanchu Base, we need to demonstrate real power."

"Sanchu Base is crucial, a long-standing industrial city, while our Guixu City is the weakest in industry. This is a smart move."

Guan Yuanfeng watched Zhou Yun grow more self-satisfied, his cheeks flushing, eyes sparkling, a stark contrast to last night's haunted expression. He couldn't help but smile softly, gently touching Zhou Yun's lips: "The Lord of Dongjun is indeed impressive."

Zhou Yun rested his head on Guan Yuanfeng's leg, feeling warm and safe. As the excitement faded, fatigue swept over him, and sleep weighed heavily on his eyes. His eyelids drooped, but he still murmured proudly, "Of course."