PFC Chapter 45: After developing a longevity gene potion, the Ageless Granny pesters me to become her ap
Chapter 45: After developing a longevity gene potion, the Ageless Granny pesters me to become her ap
Tang Wu held up the transparent bulletproof glass reagent bottle, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently with each breath.
Her face was covered in black ash from the explosion, and half of her eyebrows were burned off, but her eyes shone like two searchlights.
The reagent bottle was half-filled with a thick liquid, emitting a mesmerizing, eerie green glow.
Lin Xian leaned back in the rocking chair, looking away in disgust, as if afraid that the charcoal ash on the woman would soil his newly changed white shirt.
He glanced at the glowing glass bottle, then casually grabbed a glass of chilled watermelon juice and bit the straw.
Instead of doing research in the basement during the day, you're out playing Resident Evil. This green color looks like it's been mixed with pesticide.
Tang Wu stomped her feet in frustration, leaving two black footprints on the anti-corrosion wooden floor with her bare feet.
Boss, this isn't poison. It's the life essence I extracted from the mutated apple core you threw away yesterday!
I've calculated it using a quantum microscope; drinking just half a bottle of this medicine can double the number of cell divisions in a human.
To put it simply, this thing can give you an extra fifty years of life and keep you looking young!
Upon hearing this, all the girls in the floating living room stopped what they were doing.
Su Qinghan paused for a moment, holding the wine glass, and didn't wipe the spilled red wine off the table.
The two big stars, Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran, were breathing heavily, staring intently at the green bottle.
For women, the allure of eternal youth is more potent than giving them a hundred Star Destroyers.
Lin Xian didn't react much. He ate the mutated fruits grown by the system every day, and his lifespan was already immeasurable.
Seeing that no one believed her, Tang Wu directly pulled off the anti-volatile cork of the reagent bottle.
A visible green mist drifted out from the bottle opening, and a rich, exotic fragrance of life instantly enveloped the entire manor.
This fragrance is so overpowering it's unreasonable; just one whiff makes you feel comfortable to the core.
The mutated peach tree in the yard, which Lin Xian used as the support for his rocking chair, sprouted several new branches at a speed visible to the naked eye after smelling the mist.
The exotic fragrance drifted down the light-guided staircase thousands of meters above the ground, carried by the high-altitude winds, and landed outside the manor gate.
Several elderly academicians from the Chinese Academy of Sciences, dressed in security guard uniforms, were squatting at the entrance, eating jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).
Upon smelling the fragrance, Academician Li, who was leading the group, straightened his back, which had been hunched over for decades, and his joints made a series of cracking sounds like popping beans.
He threw down the pancake in his hand, grabbed the alloy gatepost of the manor, and frantically inhaled through the crack in the door.
My chronic leg pain has actually stopped, and even this loose denture feels like it's taken root again!
The old men next to them didn't care about being academicians anymore; they were all pressing their faces against the door cracks, licking the air as if they wanted to swallow the wind whole.
As Zhou Bapi passed by carrying a high-voltage electric baton, he took a deep breath of the aroma and felt his backache from staying up all night playing cards the day before instantly disappear.
He smacked his lips, thinking that Master Lin must be holding some kind of elixir-making conference in the sky again.
Just as everyone was greedily inhaling the exotic fragrance, a strange figure walked onto the asphalt road at the entrance of Qingshui County village.
This is a little girl with pigtails, wearing a bright red retro training outfit, who looks to be no more than eight years old.
But her walking posture exuded a mature and steady air, with her hands behind her back, and she walked silently with each step.
This is no ordinary child, but the head of the Tianshan lineage, a reclusive ancient martial arts sect, known in the martial arts world as the Immortal Child Granny.
She suffered a qi deviation while practicing her unique internal energy cultivation technique, causing her body to remain forever in the form of a young girl, even though she is actually 118 years old this year.
The old woman's time is running out, and this trip down the mountain is to find the legendary rare treasures to forcibly prolong her life.
She was originally so worried that she was pulling her hair out, when she suddenly smelled the fragrance of longevity medicine coming from the sky.
The inner energy in the dantian, which had been depleted for more than ten years, suddenly surged, and a green light, like that of a wild beast guarding its prey, burst forth from the old woman's large eyes.
This is an unparalleled elixir that can break through the barrier between life and death. I will risk my life to get my hands on it today!
She lightly touched the curb with her toes, and her whole body transformed into a red afterimage, rushing directly towards the light-guiding staircase ten thousand meters in the sky.
Aunt Li was practicing her square dance moves by the roadside with a red ribbon when a gust of wind swept by, and she couldn't even see a person clearly.
The Child Granny unleashed her century-old power to its fullest extent, running wildly along the light-guiding staircase, her heart pounding like a drum.
She had just landed on the manor's temperature-controlled lawn when she was stunned by the interstellar technology that filled the yard.
Ten dark matter star destroyers, blotting out the sky, were parked in the air, while the courtyard was filled with busy intelligent nanorobots.
Her palms were covered in cold sweat, and her original intention to forcibly take the item shattered into pieces at that moment.
This is not the cave dwelling of some reclusive master at all; it is clearly a military base of a high-dimensional alien civilization.
But when she saw the reagent bottle emitting a faint glow in Tang Wu's hand, all her rationality was overwhelmed by her will to survive.
The old woman gritted her teeth, took short steps, and transformed into a red blur as she rushed straight towards Lin Xian's rocking chair.
The two sisters, Ye Qingbing and Ye Qingxue, who were in charge of guarding, reacted extremely quickly, instantly drawing tactical daggers from the outside of their thighs and crossing them in front of Lin Xian.
The old woman snorted coldly and used a Tai Chi push hand technique, which she had mastered for a hundred years, to try to push away the two female bodyguards.
The moment her hand, strong enough to shatter steel plates, touched the two sisters' clothes, the dark matter protective suit automatically emitted a blue light that reflected damage.
Tong Lao felt an overwhelming force rebound back, and she was bounced three meters away like a red ball.
She fell awkwardly onto the grass, her bones almost breaking apart, clutching her chest and struggling to breathe for a long time.
Lin Xian yawned, looked at the little girl who had rolled around on the grass twice, and frowned in disgust.
Whose little brat is running around like this? Doesn't he know my manor doesn't hire child laborers? Hurry up and take a lollipop down the mountain.
Knowing that forcibly taking it was absolutely pointless, the Old Woman decided to trample the face and dignity of the centuries-old sect leader underfoot.
She scrambled over and grabbed Lin Xian's leg, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed.
Dear Immortal Brother! Please take me as your disciple, I want to learn your skill in refining elixirs!
Lin Xian got goosebumps from the sudden loli voice, and almost dropped the comic book in his hand into the pool.
He looked down at the exquisitely beautiful little girl, shook his leg vigorously, and tried to shake her off.
Why are you trying to scam me in broad daylight? Go away, go find Xia Anran and get her a tablet to watch cartoons.
The old woman clung tightly to Lin Xian's leg, tilting her head back and acting cute, even her pigtails trembling.
Master, you've misunderstood. I'm not a little kid. I'm the leader of a hidden sect, and I'm 118 years old this year!
Upon hearing this, the girls carrying fruit who came over were all stunned, staring at her as if she were an alien.
Xia Anran curiously leaned closer, looking at the little girl who was two heads shorter than her, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her soft cheeks.
Chu Yiyi covered her mouth and laughed out loud, thinking to herself that the liars these days are so unprofessional, they don't even bother to write a draft before lying.
To prove herself, the old woman slammed her palm down on a decorative bluestone nearby.
The half-meter-high hard bluestone emitted a muffled sound; its surface was without a single crack, but its interior turned directly into fine stone powder.
When the wind blew, the stone scattered like flour, making the girls gasp in shock.
This is definitely the kind of internal martial arts skill you only see in wuxia novels; it's absolutely outrageous.
Lin Xian stroked his chin, not particularly interested in the old hag's internal strength, but rather found her shameless persistence quite amusing.
You went through all this trouble to come up here just to drink that green potion?
The old woman nodded vigorously, staring pitifully at the reagent bottle in Tang Wu's hand, swallowing hard.
Lin Xian pointed in the direction of the underground laboratory, his tone as lazy as if he were dismissing a beggar.
Tang Wu, get a dropper and give her a couple of drops to taste. Don't let this little body get too full.
Tang Wu tenderly uncorked the bottle and used a glass dropper to draw a drop of the pale green liquid.
Like a little bird waiting to be fed, the old woman opened her mouth wide and eagerly went to greet her.
The moment that drop of medicine touched her tongue, a boundless life force exploded within the parched body of the old woman.
The few strands of gray hair that had been somewhat withered on the top of her head fell out instantly, and new, shiny black hair grew in their place.
The subtle signs of aging on her skin completely disappeared, leaving it as smooth and delicate as a freshly peeled egg.
The old woman felt her body filled with more than twice the amount of true energy, and even felt that she could kill an elephant with one punch.
She was so excited that she did more than a dozen backflips on the spot, and after landing steadily, she solemnly kowtowed three times to Lin Xian.
Many thanks to Master for the medicine that has saved my life!
Lin Xian waved his hand, pulled his legs out of her arms, and changed to a more comfortable lying position.
Forget about becoming my apprentice; I don't have time to take on any disciples.
Now that you've taken my medicine, you'll be a full-time martial arts instructor for these girls at the manor.
Teach them some self-defense moves, and they can also work part-time as bodyguards. You'll get two boxes of mutated fruit as a salary every month.
Granny Tong patted her flat chest and loudly promised that as long as she was there, anyone who dared to touch a hair on the head of the people in the manor would be reduced to ashes by her.
The girls, seeing this legally-born little girl with off-the-charts fighting skills, were instantly overcome with maternal instincts and dragged her to the dressing room, insisting on dressing her in a pretty little princess dress.
Lin Xian yawned, just about to lie back in his chair for a quiet afternoon nap.
Having drunk her fill of life essence, the old woman couldn't help but let out a loud burp.
The moment the burp subsided, the 100-inch holographic television floating in the living room suddenly lit up automatically.
The comedy talk show that was playing was abruptly cut off, and a red emergency news broadcast interface popped up on the screen.
The host was pale, holding a newly printed urgent telegram in his hand, his voice trembling like a leaf falling in the cold wind.
We have an urgent international distress call: a multinational polar expedition team encountered a massive glacier break while operating in Antarctica.
A blurry satellite surveillance video appeared on the screen, in which a terrifying, bottomless ice fissure could be vaguely seen amidst the blizzard.
Fifty of the world’s top scientists are currently trapped at the bottom of an ice crevasse at minus eighty degrees Celsius, and the backup power for their communication equipment could run out at any moment.