Chapter 237: Chapter 238: The Corpse King’s Ancestral Cultivation Technique? Real or Fake?

In the vegetable field.

Zhao Lin followed the two evolved Corpse Puppets and planted vegetable seeds in all three nearby plots.

Standing up, Zhao Lin looked at the neatly arranged vegetable plots in front of her, a smile on her face, and an overwhelming sense of accomplishment in her heart.

This feeling could only be compared to the times before the apocalypse when she solved problems for the nearby residents and received their gratitude.

"If I could live like this all the time, it wouldn’t be too bad!"

Staring at the pastoral beauty before her, Zhao Lin was deeply moved.

Under the protection of the Corpse King, the farm had no security issues at all.

With ample resources and food, there was no need to worry about sustenance.

Such conditions, perhaps, seemed ordinary before the apocalypse, and many young people might not want to live like this, preferring the dazzling city life.

But now, in this post-apocalyptic world, this kind of safe and well-fed environment was like heaven to Zhao Lin and many survivors.

It’s fortunate that Zhao Lin didn’t know about the pig-like lives of the survivors in the Jianghai Base City Outer District; otherwise, her feelings would be even more profound now.

However, only for a moment, Zhao Lin snapped back to reality, her eyes filled with determination.

The goal she had set for herself flashed through her mind.

For Little Qiqi, and for her fellow humans still struggling in this apocalypse.

She had to strive to become stronger and fulfill the promise she made before the Corpse King.

In an instant, Zhao Lin straightened her back, her posture resembling a tall, snow-covered pine, her face filled with resolute determination.

She was determined to become a leader of the human race!

Moments later, after finishing her weeding task, Zhao Lin returned to the warehouse with the evolved Corpse Puppets and put away her hoe.

Then, Zhao Lin walked out of the warehouse to the pond, intending to wash the dirt off her hands.

Swish~

Just as Zhao Lin was washing her hands, a crisp voice called out from behind the house.

"Mrs. Zhao Lin! Come here, I have something to tell you!"

Ji Ruxue, hiding behind the house, poked her head out and called out to Zhao Lin sneakily.

"Hmm? Little Qiqi."

Zhao Lin was initially taken aback, but when she turned and saw her, a smile appeared on her face.

Ever since Little Qiqi persuaded the Corpse King to release her, Zhao Lin had grown increasingly fond of the child.

But what’s Little Qiqi wanting to talk to me about?

Especially with such a mysterious demeanor?

Filled with curiosity and intrigue, Zhao Lin walked over with a smile.

"Little Qiqi, what do you need from me?"

Approaching, Zhao Lin reached out to Ji Ruxue’s surprised gaze, playfully pinching her soft cheeks.

Realizing what was happening, Ji Ruxue, a bit speechless, quickly broke free, retreating several steps.

Seeing Little Qiqi’s adorable demeanor, even in defiance, Zhao Lin couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Little Qiqi, tell me, what did you want? Is it something about your homework?"

Zhao Lin continued to ask.

Secretly keeping Zhao Lin’s teasing in mind to get back at her someday, Ji Ruxue quickly returned to the main topic.

"Mrs. Zhao Lin, you need to come with me. This is something secret; come to my room."

Then, Ji Ruxue grabbed Zhao Lin’s sleeve and led her toward the house.

Secret?

What in this farm is worth keeping a secret?

Hearing Ji Ruxue’s words, Zhao Lin felt even more puzzled, but to find out what Little Qiqi needed, she did not resist being pulled along.

In a short while, they entered Little Qiqi’s room.

Under Zhao Lin’s curious gaze, Ji Ruxue locked the door, went to the bed, and pulled a box from underneath it.

Carefully, she took out a book filled with writing from inside.

The next moment, Little Qiqi handed the booklet to Zhao Lin, quietly instructing, "Mrs. Zhao Lin, this is the ’Nine Elements Pulse Refining Technique,’ my family’s ancestral cultivation technique.

After cultivating it, you can become stronger faster. Take it and cultivate, but don’t tell anyone."

Ji Ruxue wanted to pass the cultivation technique to Zhao Lin but couldn’t be straightforward about it; otherwise, it would be hard to explain its origin. So she framed the ’Nine Elements Pulse Refining Technique’ as an ancestral method, so it wouldn’t arouse Zhao Lin’s suspicion.

"Your family’s ancestral technique? Did your father give it to me?"

Zhao Lin was startled; she initially thought Little Qiqi had some request, but she didn’t expect her to present a cultivation technique.

Looking at the ancestral technique, she inferred that it must belong to the Corpse King.

"No, I copied it secretly. Papa doesn’t know yet."

Ji Ruxue shook her head.

She had just copied the technique, and perhaps the ink hadn’t even dried yet.

"No, this is your family’s ancestral technique. If I cultivate it, your father might get angry."

Upon hearing, Zhao Lin’s expression changed drastically; she shook her head vigorously.

She thought it was given by the Corpse King...

If the Corpse King had given it to her, she would have cultivated it, ready to repay the favor someday.

But now, since Little Qiqi decided on her own to give her the technique, she naturally couldn’t accept it. If discovered, not only would she be punished, but Little Qiqi might also bear the consequences.

She couldn’t involve Little Qiqi, who was still innocent, over a cultivation technique.

"Just cultivate it secretly so that he won’t find out."

Ji Ruxue forcibly placed the booklet into Zhao Lin’s arms, speaking nonchalantly.

"Little Qiqi, this..."

Zhao Lin still felt uneasy and tried to return the booklet.

"Mrs. Zhao Lin, just keep it! Although it’s an ancestral technique, Papa doesn’t care about it.

He left it in the pile of old books and forgot about it. I found it, so even if you cultivate it, Papa won’t say anything..."

Seeing Zhao Lin’s guilty face, Ji Ruxue nodded inwardly, then with a smile, pushed Zhao Lin’s extended hand back, comfortingly said.

Hearing this, Zhao Lin was moved. Such a good Little Qiqi; she must protect her in the future, ensuring she comes to no harm.

Little Qiqi’s actions were, after all, at the risk of being reprimanded by the Corpse King.

Even though the Corpse King didn’t value the technique much, what if he suddenly remembered it one day?

Moments later, guided by Ji Ruxue, Zhao Lin sat down cross-legged.

Having felt overwhelmed by the joy and dilemma that came with the cultivation technique, Zhao Lin now cooled down and sensed that something might be amiss.

Looking down at the cultivation manual in her hand, she hesitated.

Could the Corpse King actually have an ancestral technique? Is it actually cultivatable?