Otherworldly Desert Dust

Little Senior Sister quickly resumed her innocent and romantic demeanor.

Wu Hen did not go to help River Girl Qiaqia.

River Girl Qiaqia slowly crawled up from the ground, her eyes filled with anger and resentment.

That feeling of being treated like livestock was uncomfortable for anyone.

But she dared not act rashly, only dragging her extremely weak body, swishing her tail, following behind Wu Hen.

"Now we’re on the same rope," Wu Hen whispered to River Girl Qiaqia.

"Cough, cough... I thought you’d have her kill me to silence me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll betray you? How they treat me is how they’ll treat you!" River Girl Qiaqia stubbornly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand.

"That’s why we need to stick together for warmth. I know nothing about the original owner of this host. They’ll eventually test me. Once they find out I’m an Awakener, I’m afraid I’ll be strangled alive too. Don’t worry, I’ll keep feeding you blood, but you need to tell me about the host," Wu Hen said.

River Girl Qiaqia gazed at Wu Hen, catching a rare glimpse of sincerity in his eyes.

In their brief time together, River Girl Qiaqia had already gained a rough understanding of Wu Hen’s character. He was not inherently kind, but he was also not cruel and vicious.

River Girl Qiaqia admitted that she had harbored resentment because of Wu Hen’s intrusion. At first, she just wanted to kill Wu Hen, the one who had occupied Qi Lang’s body. But now, she was truly alone and had suffered such unprovoked humiliation and abuse. Comparatively, the man in front of her indeed seemed more humane, considering his initial hostility was a response to her earlier malice.

"Fine, we’ll cooperate," River Girl Qiaqia thought it through and nodded earnestly.

"How should we awaken the Totem Blood they mentioned? This seems very important. If I can’t display abilities similar to theirs soon, I’ll either be discarded again or suspected of being a Lost One," Wu Hen said.

Everyone in the Human Clan knew about being lost. Pretending to be insane couldn’t last long.

Now, he needed their recognition. The way to gain their recognition was to demonstrate the so-called Totem Bloodline power. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I heard Qi Lang say that he would sit cross-legged and manipulate something similar to True Qi from his five viscera and six bowels. This True Qi would circulate to other parts of the body, like that woman just now who circulated it to her palm, making her palm exhibit Holy Power!" River Girl Qiaqia said.

"Oh, now that you mention it..." Wu Hen recalled something.

When he ate the python meat, there was indeed a warm True Qi flowing inside him, continuously circulating through his five viscera and six bowels.

When he talked with Cai Jinlin earlier, Cai Jinlin mentioned that there were cultivation civilizations in Desert Dust.

Now, the group of people he encountered was likely practitioners of a more advanced Evolution Chain Gate.

So that explained why this host was so strong; it belonged to a cultivator!

Wu Hen began to try circulating that warm flow inside him, and River Girl Qiaqia also recited an incantation, which she had heard while with this host and wasn’t sure if it was correct.

The warm flow settled in his dantian. It was difficult to mobilize, as he was a modern person and didn’t understand the so-called operation rules. But when River Girl Qiaqia recited the incantation, Wu Hen only felt the warm flow circulating naturally within him...

It was like switching gears with the accelerator, the revs increasing rapidly. As soon as he released the handbrake, the vehicle would zoom out at an extraordinary speed and power!

He truly didn’t know how to manipulate True Qi or anything like that.

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But this body had its own operational memory and didn’t need him to understand the complicated cultivation principles. He just needed to follow a certain feeling!

"How many thousands of times did he cultivate since childhood for his five viscera and six bowels to have an operational memory," Wu Hen couldn’t help but marvel.

Imitating Little Senior Sister’s previous posture, Wu Hen extended his fist, and beams of light immediately appeared on his fist. They transformed into a more powerful and majestic Light Weaving Sacred Fist. With a casual swing, he could unleash a force ten times greater than his own physical strength!

Wu Hen didn’t dare to throw this punch, but he had a gauge now. He couldn’t help but lament that his comrades needed to rely on powerful technological fighting clothes to barely achieve mountain-cracking and river-breaking feats, while these people entirely relied on their cultivation and bloodline to surpass the human fighting clothes experts!

No wonder they were a high-class race, truly impressive!

He was incredibly lucky.

To have picked up a Lost One who had cultivated!!

If he could bring him back, wouldn’t he become a cultivator himself??

"Your Little Senior Sister should be named Qing Meng. The one who keeps calling you a bastard is their Senior Brother, whose strength is probably close to breaking through to Heavenly Light," River Girl Qiaqia also shared the information she knew with Wu Hen.

"Oh, they call me Cai Ting. Why do you call me Qi Lang?" Wu Hen asked.

"You told me you were your father’s seventh son, and the clan called you Qi Lang by your nickname... so that’s what I called you," River Girl Qiaqia said.

Wu Hen nodded.

It seemed that the host’s original owner’s father was a member of the Totem Sacred Sect. However, because he couldn’t control his desires, something happened with a low-class Human Clan member in Desert Dust, resulting in this mixed-blood child.

It was evident that the host’s original owner was not well-liked. In this self-righteous Holy Sect, he was born inferior, probably because of his impure Totem Bloodline, making his strength far inferior to his peers... depressed and miserable.