Chapter 215
Su Ci wasn’t the least bit surprised by Lang Ze’s response.
He shook his head indifferently and said, “Teach if you want, even start your own sect; I don’t mind.”
Passing down these cultivation methods to the children served two purposes: first, to find successors for his old, long-departed friends, and second, to enrich the civilization and perfect the rules, thereby enhancing the power of the spirit of the rules.
However, for him to personally take the effort to teach others again was absolutely out of the question.
If the children could carry forward what they had learned, that would naturally be ideal. If not, Su Ci couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.
In a sense, Li Sinian’s understanding of Su Ci was accurate, but to be more precise: a method is not passed on twice.
For example, the inheritance of the Spirit Plant Master was passed on to Wei Ming and Zhuang Shisong, wasn’t it?
Leaning lazily against the back of his chair, Su Ci heard Lang Ze ask again, “What does starting a sect mean?”
“Starting a sect means establishing your own school, recruiting disciples, and passing down your own cultivation methods.” Seeing the other younglings look at him with curiosity, and given his good mood, Su Ci began explaining.
“For example, Lang Ze’s practice follows the inheritance of the Sound Sect, which was known as sound cultivation in ancient times…”
The younglings listened intently. Whenever Su Su gave a lecture, their favorite part was always hearing about these stories from the past.
When dinnertime arrived, the nanny robot urged them to stop. Su Ci ended his lecture, and the younglings reluctantly left the green space to eat. By then, they all understood which sect their respective cultivation techniques originated from.
Although those sects had long since vanished, their glorious and magnificent histories deeply fascinated the younglings, filling them with boundless admiration.
At the same time, a seed was planted in their hearts—
They would strive hard to master all the sect inheritances from Su Su, and in the future, start their own sects to carry forward everything Su Su had taught them!
Watching the younglings leave, each brimming with determination, Su Ci’s lips curved slightly. Turning his head, he saw A-Yan standing beside him at some point, holding a glass of juice, which he handed over.
After speaking for so long to the younglings, Su Ci indeed felt thirsty.
However, as he looked at the juice offered by the youth, he couldn’t help recalling what had happened in the dormitory, and he paused.
He glanced up to see the youth smiling warmly, his eyes gentle and affectionate.
Feigning nonchalance, Su Ci accepted the juice and drank it slowly.
A-Yan sat down beside him, watching the younglings as they walked away. He sighed, “You really do put in a lot of effort for these kids.”
Su Ci pretended not to understand, but A-Yan continued, “Now that they have the skills to establish themselves and are so united, they won’t need to fear being bullied in the future.”
Once they started their own sects and took in disciples, the support and security they gained would be even greater. As long as they worked hard, even if they had no parents or were the children of criminals, no one would dare to attack them on those grounds.
This is why Su Su has been so dedicated to teaching them, yet refuses to pass the same inheritance to anyone else, isn’t it?
Su Ci didn’t respond. After finishing the juice, he lay back down.
This was merely a small gift; how much fortune and success they could ultimately achieve would depend on their own efforts.
If they could truly grasp enlightenment, at the very least… they might live longer, right?
After hitting a wall with the younglings when trying to learn techniques like sound illusions and other combat skills, Cui Le and the other base leaders naturally didn’t give up.
Especially after analyzing all the combat footage of the younglings, they concluded that the children from the nursery had mastered at least three different “combat techniques.”
Since Prison Star had essentially ceased to exist in its original form and had become more of a “new recruit training camp,” acquiring these combat training methods could yield immense benefits.
Not only could it contribute to humanity as a whole, but improving the quality of new recruits trained at the Prison Star base would also secure them more financial support in the future.
Now that they had purified green plants and effective weapons against the blood mist, once the mist was completely expelled from the base and they could catch their breath, they would inevitably expand outward.
Not to mention transforming the entire planet; at the very least, they needed to improve the living standards around the base. After all, was there any military force in the Star Alliance living in conditions as harsh as those on Prison Star?
Expansion and reconstruction naturally required manpower and resources, and in the end, it all came down to money!
With such a lucrative opportunity right in front of them, one that promised benefits for all sides, they had to fight for it!
Thus, after Cui Le hit a wall, he conspired with other base leaders to pressure Zhang Mi of Base 24, forcing her to approach Su Ci for a discussion.
Predictably, Zhang Mi had no desire to offend Su Ci or cause friction with the nursery.
After all, Base 24 had no specific training quotas, and with the nursery and younglings’ combat team, Zhang Mi no longer had to worry about financial shortages. Naturally, she wasn’t inclined to exert much effort on this matter.
She simply brought it up briefly. When Su Ci refused, she happily took her leave and passed the message back to those pressuring her.
This, of course, led to dissatisfaction among the other bases, but Zhang Mi simply joked her way through and avoided any serious conflict. She fully embraced the philosophy of staying close to a powerful ally and having no worries.
The other bases were infuriated, but since they occasionally needed the younglings’ combat team for support, they didn’t dare to sever ties with Base 24 completely.
In the end, they resorted to trying to analyze the younglings’ combat techniques themselves, hoping to learn from observation while continuing to think of other solutions.
Aside from Base 24, Prison Star had 35 other bases, with defense forces composed of members from dozens of countries. Even within the same country, different interest groups existed, each with its own agenda. Naturally, this led to diverse thoughts and intentions.
Although they maintained a façade of harmony, beneath the surface, turbulent undercurrents were already surging.
Due to the situation on Prison Star and the heavy reliance of interstellar humans on electronic devices, most of these undercurrents flowed through communication devices. And so…
Xiao Zhi had been gleefully enjoying all the drama lately.
It even sneakily reported all this intelligence to Su Ci, eager to see how he would react and what countermeasures he would prepare.
In response, the young man merely gave the light screen it presented an unexpected glance, as though he were looking straight through it. Then he remarked, “It seems you’ve been quite free lately.”
And then… Xiao Zhi ran away.
It was clear that Xiao Zhi didn’t manage to escape. Su Ci easily caught it and, by the time it was released, the youthful intelligence had a new task—
To catalog all lifeforms on Earth, organize them into archives, and update the records regularly.
With the 36 bases established by the Star Alliance spread across Earth and signal coverage blanketing the planet, Xiao Zhi, as an advanced intelligent lifeform, could go anywhere there was a signal.
So, while this task was daunting, it was not impossible for Xiao Zhi to accomplish.
In fact, the research institute’s warehouse had a large inventory of life-detection robots, more than enough for Xiao Zhi to utilize for a long time.
However, Xiao Zhi was no longer the base AI that Su Ci could exploit at will. It had now developed its own personality and temper as a sentient lifeform!
Thus…
As the nascent Book Spirit lay on the dormitory coffee table, quietly absorbing silk threads to cultivate, a light screen suddenly appeared in midair before it.
This seemed to be a common occurrence, as the Book Spirit remained unfazed. The light screen trembled furiously, almost as if expressing its anger. Following that, the task manual also floated midair, shaking vigorously and emitting waves of furious emotion.
Of course, these emotional fluctuations were carefully contained within the dormitory.
After a silent exchange between the Book Spirit and the light screen, the latter finally vanished, and the task manual settled back onto the coffee table.
Meanwhile, several life-detection robots in the research institute’s logistics warehouse activated themselves. Avoiding everyone’s notice, they headed into the wild and began diligently performing their tasks.
As for the turbulent undercurrents brewing among the bases? Xiao Zhi naturally continued to “enjoy the drama.” With sufficient computational power, it could handle multiple tasks simultaneously.
Time passed day by day.
The rules around Base 24 had already been sorted out by A-Yan. The four seasons became distinct, and the scorching summer soon gave way to the crisp and refreshing days of autumn.
Within the nursery, thanks to the greenhouse’s temperature control, the greenery was still in good condition. However, along the riverbank, the ordinary annual plants began to wither, and even the perennial trees’ leaves turned yellow.
The lush greenery of the landscape seemed to fade all at once, leaving only the bamboo grove’s foliage vibrant and verdant.
Even the Star-chain fruit tree, known for its growth-oriented properties, while not as affected, had ceased flowering and fruiting.
When the younglings noticed this change, they were terrified.
They thought the plants were sick. Even Wei Ming and Zhuang Shisong, the two cultivators, were alarmed. Having gone so long without experiencing the natural progression of the seasons, they were deeply startled by the plants’ “abnormality.”
It wasn’t until A-Yan reminded them that they finally realized the truth.
Under the nourishment and stimulation of spiritual energy, the growth cycles of those ordinary plants had shortened, and their flowering and fruiting frequencies had increased. However, once the environment changed, even with an abundance of spiritual energy, they would still follow their natural growth patterns.
Wei Ming and Zhuang Shisong calmed down. Although they were surprised to see distinct seasons appearing on Prison Star, it was undoubtedly good news.
They hurried to record data and threw themselves back into their work.
When the younglings learned this was a normal phenomenon and that the plants would naturally revive when spring arrived, they were finally relieved. At the same time, they marveled at the weather.
For most of the younglings, except Lang Ze and Xue Wei, this was their first clear experience of the four seasons.
It turned out that without extreme weather, the year would actually go through seasonal changes! They wondered how long this change would last. Though it was much milder than the extreme conditions they were used to…
They still preferred the lush green appearance of the plants!
Of course, the younglings didn’t remain melancholic for long because Su Ci soon organized an autumn outing.
By the riverbank, they lit a bonfire, using fallen branches and leaves as fuel. They threw sweet-smelling rice tubers into the flames and placed a plucked chicken over the roaring fire on a spit.
After months of careful feeding, the previously small chicks had matured. They kept the strongest ones for laying eggs, and the rest were ready to eat!
It was on this day that Mu Yuncheng and his team finally arrived on Prison Star.
