Striving for Science C111 pt1

In his first life as a human, he was an orphan without parents, adopted by a tribe. He learned the art of herbal medicine and divination from a witch doctor. After reaching adulthood, he traveled far and wide, teaching others how to heal and identify medicinal herbs. He eventually died from poisoning by a herb. Ironically, Shennong, who tasted hundreds of herbs, became famous thousands of years ago, while he was executed by a thousand cuts by a king for refusing to save the king's favorite concubine.

In his second life, he was a commoner without status. He was naturally skilled in warfare, and after joining the army, he rose from a simple soldier to a general, defending his country and guarding the border. As he was about to retire and return to his hometown, the king became tyrannical and oppressed the people. He couldn't bear to turn the sword he used to defend the border against his own people, and was ultimately sentenced to death by being cut in half at the waist.

In his third life, he was a swordsman who died protecting a wise ruler.

In his fourth life, he was a scholar who peacefully taught in a school. However, the world fell into chaos. To protect the books that contained all kinds of knowledge, he deliberately revealed himself to lure the rebels away, and ultimately died under a hail of arrows.

In his fifth life, he was a storyteller who shared all the interesting stories of the world. In the end, he refused to speak ill of a virtuous official, and was poisoned by the official's opponent.

In his sixth life, he was a street performer. He accidentally discovered that a foreign tribe was about to invade the border city. He rushed back to the capital, informing the governor of the impending danger. He died from exhaustion after his long journey.

In his seventh life, he was a military strategist who advised the general and defended the border for the court. In the end, the court fell, and the land they guarded was gradually annexed by other countries. To protect this land, he poured his heart and soul into it, but in the end, he could only watch helplessly as the enemy invaded the city. With his frail body, he protected the children from the slaughter, but he himself was beheaded.

In his eighth life, he was burned to death.

In his ninth life, he was crushed to death by falling rocks.

In his tenth life, he was a civil servant who opposed the tyrant and was ultimately executed by the tyrant.

In his ninety-ninth life, to stop the enemy from invading, he and his teammates charged towards the enemy's tanks with grenades.

For ninety-nine lifetimes, he never died a natural death.

When he came into this world, he had no attachments. When he died, he had no regrets.

Suddenly, so many memories were crammed into his mind, Shen Chang'an felt like his head was going to explode. He clutched his head and curled up in pain.

"Chang'an." Dao Nian saw Chang'an groaning in pain in his arms. Spiritual energy from all directions surged towards Shen Chang'an. He trembled as he held him close to his chest. "Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay."

But his hands were shaking even more violently than Shen Chang'an's. He didn't know who was truly afraid at this moment.

"Hahahahahaha." The man in gray clothes lay on the ground, laughing gleefully as he coughed up blood. "Heavenly Dao, you have your day of reckoning."

He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Years ago, my lover's soul was extracted, and she eventually dissipated. I knelt before the temple and begged for three days, but you, old Heaven, turned a blind eye. All the gods and Buddhas are just emotionless clay idols!"

"In times of chaos, the land is filled with starving corpses. Can't you see, old Heaven? Can't all the gods and Buddhas see?" The man in gray clothes looked at Shen Chang'an, who was enveloped in spiritual energy, and said with hatred, "He's a renowned physician in the mortal world, yet he refused to save my lover. What a joke, this Life Dao!"

"The Heavenly Dao is unjust, and people are heartless." The man in gray clothes gradually calmed down. He opened his palm, revealing a green divine pearl. Suddenly, he closed his fist and crushed it.

"Ah!"

Shen Chang'an, curled up in Dao Nian's arms, suddenly opened his unconscious eyes and let out a painful roar. In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly, and the rules became chaotic.

"Chang'an!" Dao Nian looked at the void space where the hurricane was raging. Chang'an was too weak to withstand any stimulation. Without hesitation, he tore open the space and took Shen Chang'an into the mortal world.

At this time, the traffic lights on the street were out, the sky was overcast, and the electricity in many shops was also cut off.

In just a few minutes, such a major incident occurred. Radio stations and television stations across the country issued emergency natural disaster warnings.

"Dear viewers, we are now interrupting our program with an urgent announcement. Please evacuate to the city immediately. Please evacuate to the city immediately."

"Fellow listeners, due to a malfunction in the traffic signal system, please drive cautiously. For your safety, please fasten your seatbelts."

The weather forecast platform also sent tsunami and typhoon warnings to residents along the coast. In areas prone to landslides, relevant departments had already begun emergency evacuations, and countless cities were plunged into panic.

Members of the special task force of the Imperial Capital's security department received countless calls from superiors, asking them what was going on.

The members of the special task force looked at the magnetically chaotic artifact, their faces turning pale.

"Old Wang!" The Director from another department pushed open the door, "What's going on?"

"What's going on?" Old Wang clicked on the satellite cloud image on the big screen, despairingly covering his face with his hand, his voice hoarse, "Maybe... the end of the world is really coming."

"How is that possible?!" The minister who had asked the question pulled Director Wang up and dragged him to a chair to sit down, "Don't your special task force have connections with many masters? Don't they have a solution?"

Director Wang, after being yelled at, gradually regained his composure from despair. He dialed a few numbers, only to find them all busy. With no other choice, he cut his fingertip, drew a talisman on a piece of talisman paper, quickly folded it, and finally the talisman paper burned to ashes, turning into light that flew out the window.

"What... what is that?"

"A voice transmission talisman." Director Wang's aptitude wasn't very good, and just this talisman had drained all his spiritual energy, leaving him pale and slumped in the chair.

"I didn't realize you had this skill."

"It's the 21st century, we have cell phones and computers, who in their right mind would waste a few drops of their heart's blood to make a voice transmission talisman?" Director Wang rolled his eyes, "Cultivators keep up with the times, okay?"

"It's a critical time, you still have time to talk about this." Director Wang looked out the window, "When will we get a reply?"

"Probably... two or three hours?" Director Wang said, "You have to understand, internet speed is close to the speed of light, but we in the mystical arts have to consider the factors of wind and rain, we can't compare to internet speed."

"But in mythology, isn't it possible to transmit voice over thousands of miles?"

"Sorry, we cultivators are human, not gods." Director Wang drank a few sips of red date and wolfberry tea to replenish his blood, "Now people use cell phones to transmit voice over thousands of miles, why are you still talking about unreliable mythology? It's not good to believe in science, you have to take mythology seriously, nine years of compulsory education was wasted."

This Director : "..."

When he was in school, there wasn't even nine years of compulsory education.

"Two hours is a bit long, if something really happens, it'll be too late." This Director took out his phone and handed it to Director Wang, "Why don't you try calling again?"

Director Wang dialed again, and finally got through to someone. He looked down at his cut finger, feeling that his heart's blood had been wasted.

The person who answered his call was Master Zhang, who was stationed in Wuming City.

"Don't ask me, I don't know anything right now!" As soon as the phone was connected, Master Zhang's impatient voice came through. Although the signal was bad and Master Zhang's voice was intermittent, Director Wang could still hear the explosion in his tone.

"Master Zhang, it's Wang…"

"I know who you are." Master Zhang grabbed a fleeing vengeful spirit and stuffed it into an artifact, putting the phone on speakerphone, "Some vengeful spirits have escaped, I'm busy catching ghosts, I don't have time to waste words with you."

"It's like this, I just wanted to ask, do you know what happened?" After being yelled at by Master Zhang, Director Wang felt a little weak, and unconsciously used honorifics.

"I don't know." Uncle Zhang turned his head and glanced at Chen Yuan, the otaku ghost who was helping him catch the ghost, his expression solemn. "After I finish catching the escaped vengeful spirit here, I'll go find Shen Chang'an. Maybe he knows what's going on."

Director Wang nodded repeatedly, then quickly added, remembering that Master Zhang couldn't see, "Yes, yes, he might know something."

At least he has a boyfriend who's a god.