Song Haoran and Gong Lizhen returned to Gong family’s household. When they saw no one in the living room, they went directly to Gong Xiangyi’s room to visit. But when they entered, they saw Gong Xiangyi sitting on the edge of the bed, buried in Gong Yuanhang’s arms. She was crying very bitter tears, obviously sad.

Gong Yuanhang make his daughter feel bettwe but felt quite helpless as he didn’t know where to start comforting her. In the afternoon, his daughter was still fine. She then suddenly fainted because of low blood sugar. When she woke up, she became like this. She said nothing this whole time and, at the first sight of Gong Yuanhang, she broke down in tears, crying her heart out. 

He kept stoking his daughter’s back. He looked at the man standing on the other end with the same worried face and inquired with his eyes: Did Wenbo do something to make his daughter upset?

Lin Wenbo frowned and shook his head towards Gong Yuanhang, saying that he didn’t know the reason either.

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“What’s the matter?” Song Haoran asked over Gong Lizhen’s shoulder as they entered the room quietly. Gong Lizhen squinted his eyes and looked at this father and daughter who were holding onto each other. His heart was a little nervous but there was more joy. These two were his father and sister, his relatives.

“Father is well, Lin Big Brother is well.” In the face of an irritated Xiao Lin, there were a number of rituals the youth remembered by heart. He took the initiative to say h.e.l.lo and went up two steps, going up to the bed and spoke with concern: “What happened to my sister?”

“I don’t know.” Gong Yuanhang was stunned at seeing his son’s rare closeness. After the initial surprise, he wanted to be happy but it was not the appropriate time to do so as his daughter was crying once again.

Lin Wenbo looked at the young man who suddenly became clever and sensible and approached his friend. If he didn’t see it wrong, his friend looked quite friendly with Gong Lizhen. When were they so close? One should know that his friend would never interact with Gong Lizhen and his att.i.tude towards the other was always cold.

Hearing Gong Lizhen’s voice, Gong Xiangyi, who had been crying for an hour, stopped and suddenly looked up at Gong Lizhen. She called out, “Gong Lizhen?”

“I’m here. What happened to sister?” Gong Lizhen responded, taking two steps back, he raised his heart’s defense. Although Gong Xiangyi’s eyes were red and swollen, with tears blurring her make-up and making her expression inconspicuous, but the cold light that flashed on her face was still captured by the sharp-minded young master. 

That’s the cold light of resentment! The youth bit his lips and silently thought, searching his memories of the two siblings in his mind, trying to find the origin of this hate. In his memory, Gong Xiangyi had always been caring towards Gong Lizhen. Even if Gong Lizhen didn’t accept he kindness, she didn’t really take it to mind. She only treated it as him being a rebellious child. She was very tolerant and never mentioned his hatred for her.

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The youth made up his mind and retreated two steps, standing next to Song Brother. 

Although the defense in the expression and movements were not obvious, they were also not concealed. Gong Xiangyi took in the sight and immediately squinted and hid in shyness. She explained, “I’m fine, just a nightmare. The nightmare felt so real. I couldn’t figure out what was going on after I woke up.”

“Hmph, this child! How are you to be scared by nightmares!” Although Gong Yuanhang didn’t believe his daughter’s words but he saw how exhausted his daughter looked. He couldn’t bear to continue questioning her, so he laughed and patted her daughter’s head.

Lin Wenbo stared at the top of Gong Xiangyi head. He was about to speak when he was blocked by Gong Xiangyi’s hoa.r.s.e voice, “There’s nothing to worry about, I’m really alright, just a little frightened. We’ll talk later.”

“Then rest well. Call me if you need anything.” Lin Wenbo whispered instead, swallowing his stomach full of questions before looking at Gong father. 

Gong father nodded slightly, took the hint. He got up and waved at the rest to follow him as he left.

The door closed and Gong Xiangyi fell onto bed in despair, holding desperately onto the bedsheets under her body. Her expression was complicated and difficult to read. She went back! She went back to the year before the apocalypse!

Looking back to the past, everything that she experienced during the apocalypse was still vivid in her mind, like a dark and endless nightmare making her feel despair at every turn. The death of her father due to illness, the younger brother who betrayed her love and sent her to the enemy to be played with; to break free from those clutches, to help Lin Wenbo fight zombies, she donated all the food in her s.p.a.ce for the development of the base but Lin Wenbo became more and more indifferent towards her.

Was it because she gave away all her supplies and didn’t have any value anymore? Was it because she only had a s.p.a.ce ability and no fighting ability? Busy, busy, busy, there was no time to spend one last time together, Lin Wenbo was always busy! With less and less communication between them, her heart became more and more uneasy and she kept thinking about it and, despite the persuasion of the people on the base, she still walked out of the safe area. Then, she was surrounded by zombies and eventually got herself killed. 

Thinking all this, Gong Xiangyi’s head hurt and felt like it would explode. She endured it for a moment, the pain getting worse by the minute, she persisted until she was on the verge of collapsing. She subconsciously used her ability to take out a battle of headache medicine from her s.p.a.ce.

If one’s ability were too strong or unstable, they would have symptoms of weakness and headaches. In the apocalypse, many ability users died directly or indirectly from this weakness.

She didn’t know which genius discovered this. But if you extracted a certain component from a zombie nucleus and turned it into a kind of medicine, you could quickly replenish energy and eliminate those symptoms. Because the production process was complicated, the raw materials were scarce but the efficacy was useful. This medicine was equal to having an extra life, so this medicine was very precious. Even as one of the powerhouses, Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran could only get a few bottles and they were all given to Gong Xiangyi.

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When the pain completely dissipated, Gong Xiangyi stared at the bottle that appeared in her hand, her expression shocked. Then she immediately turned to check on her mental power to check her s.p.a.ce. After a moment, she blinked and smiled. Unexpectedly, her s.p.a.ce ability actually followed her back into the past and it seems it was still as big as before, just as big as two China’s Olympic Stadium[1]! 

There was still a year left until the end of the world, during which the necessary materials can be prepared and carried inside her huge s.p.a.ce. Gong Xiangyi’s mood lifted and the despair instantly dispelled as well as the fear at the bottom of her heart. In this world, she will seize the opportunity to rewrite all the tragedies.

While Gong Xiangyi’s mentality and temperament were undergoing a tremendous transformation because of her rebirth, others in the Gong family knew nothing about it. Gong father went back to his study and continued to correct his doc.u.ments. Gong Lizhen followed his memory and returned to his room. Song Haoran led Lin Wenbo and they went out.

Gong Lizhen’s room was next to Gong Xiangyi so it was easy to find. The decoration in the room was very simple, only black, white and gray and was very much in line with the original character of Gong Lizhen. His room had a large bed with black sheets, a row of bookshelves filled with books, a computer desk opposite of his big bed with a laptop on the table still open and with the standby screen constantly changing.

Gong Lizhen carefully approached the laptop and seriously admired the screensaver but soon his attention was drawn to the bookshelf beside it, simply because the bookshelf was filled with martial arts guidebooks, different type of factions, the right way to channel internal power and so on. 

These martial arts manuals were bought by Gong Lizhen through the Internet or from a bookstore. This collection and information made the youth stunned. He was very confused. Since in this world, martial arts manuals were at your fingertips, why were there no masters? Even a few people could learn with a bit of hard work?

Soon, he found the answer in Gong Lizhen’s memory. It turns out that in this world, the theory and knowledge about meridians were completely lost. Although people knew what was mentioned in the manuals, they didn’t know how to run their internal force. The operation method of Qijing Eight Pulses was also called the heart method. It was the foundation of cultivation of internal forces. Without this foundation, it was impossible to cultivate internal force.

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Gong Lizhen had been bullied by a child the same age as him and he was thus extremely eager to gain strength. After watching Zhou Xingchi’s “Kung Fu” one day, he became obsessed with martial arts and wanted to be like Zhou Xingchi so he bought a lot of martial arts guidebooks to practice.

His actions were full of childlike fantasy. This child always had pa.s.sionate attachment to the world of fantasy. Although he could not cultivate, he still persisted for several years and had practiced for a while before going to bed every day. 

But it was useless, Gong Lizhen’s body was actually the purest yin body and only had yin martial arts talent. Even though he practiced every day for a long time, he only gained a small amount of internal force. These internal forces were stored in his Dantian and Gong Lizhen didn’t know how to use it but it made him healthier and more resistant to pain. Now that Xiao Shaozu has taken over, he had a better method.

To better understand the situation, Xiao Shaozu feelings towards martial arts was disinterest. What was the use of having this martial art method that was enough to make Jianghu go crazy? Not to mention that his original cultivation of the yin and dual cultivation method were the best way to increase internal force. And seeing that that he was reborn in a new body, in a new world where he was no longer threatened by Xiao Lin and no longer trapped in the underground palace, martial arts held little interest for him.

However, it was always good to learn some martial arts for self-defence. The youth didn’t intend to give up cultivation. He only intended to slow down and take his time. Thinking about martial arts, he remembered that in this world, there was a manual that was very similar to “Reverse Spirits” called “Sunflower Collection.”

His smooth fingertips slid across a manual and the young master took out the “Sunflower Collection” book. The manuals were thin and the texts were compressed and written in the traditional style instead of the right to left style. The youth read without any difficulty. After reading, he couldn’t help but sigh for the fool in his memory. 

This guidebook was tailor-made for a pure yin body and reverse vein but it was not as thorough as the “Reverse Spirits”. The writer had the body of strongest leader of the East was neither good nor evil so it was unnecessary him to stay in the palace.

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In order to gain strength, he would not hesitate to resort to self-mutilation. The heart of the strongest leader of the East was really tough! It was a pity that such a stunning figure was dead in a humiliating way! Looking back at the tragic end of the Lord in his memory, the young master held the “Sunflower Collection” and shook his head.

[1] MTL translated this into Bird Nest Stadium and I was like “what?” before I remembered how China’s stadium looked liked for the Olympics lol