My Apocalypse System Arrives 10 Years Early

With his abilities, Li Xiang had naturally noticed someone at his door long ago.

"You have to film tomorrow. If you don’t get some sleep, you’ll have no energy during the day," Li Xiang said.

Luo Feifei was tall and statuesque. She proudly puffed out her chest, her playful eyes seeming to say, ’I’m an Extraordinary Being now, you know. I have tons of energy.’

She was tall and poised. Although only fifteen years old, she already stood at 1.72 meters. Dressed in silk pajamas, her hair cascaded like a waterfall over skin as milky-white and delicate as porcelain. Her figure was captivating.

"Brother... can I come into your room?" Luo Feifei’s voice was as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz.

Li Xiang: "..."

Luo Feifei bit her red lip lightly and explained, "Don’t get the wrong idea. I have a secret to share with you."

Li Xiang let her in and gently closed the door. He was just about to turn around when the girl behind him suddenly threw her arms around him. She pressed herself against him so tightly that he could feel her every curve.

’Whoa, don’t do this. How am I supposed to handle this?’ Li Xiang thought. ’I’ve been a virgin for two lifetimes, and you’re going to test me like this?’

If it weren’t for Jiang Cai’Er, he would definitely... But...

"Didn’t you say you had a secret to share? Is this it?" Li Xiang joked.

"I had a nightmare. I’m so scared. Can’t I just hug you?"

"What kind of nightmare?"

"I have it almost every night, and the dream is always about the same. Tonight... maybe because I became an Extraordinary Being and could handle more, the Dream Realm lasted longer."

"Oh?" Li Xiang was suddenly interested.

Then, still pressed against his back, Luo Feifei began to whisper her story. Even though Li Xiang had heard a rough version of these events in his past life, hearing it now from the person who lived it still sent a chill down his spine.

And Luo Feifei truly seemed terrified. As she recounted the most intense parts, her body couldn’t help but tremble.

Li Xiang turned around and pulled her into his arms. He stroked her hair and patted her back gently. "Don’t be afraid. It’s all in the past now."

"Aren’t you afraid I’m a ghost?" Luo Feifei looked up and joked.

"I’m not." ’What kind of ghost is as beautiful as you,’ Li Xiang thought, ’...or feels this warm.’

"Ah, I get it! You’re just like me, aren’t you? A lingering will from a past life traveled through time and space to send you dreams every night?" Luo Feifei looked up, staring at Li Xiang. ’If that’s the case, then we’re the same kind of person,’ she thought. ’That would mean... we’re even more destined for each other.’

’Otherwise, how could he listen to such a bizarre story without the slightest bit of surprise?’

"Something like that," Li Xiang said. He suddenly recalled something and quickly explained, "The Breathing Technique I taught you is the complete version. It doesn’t have any flaws or backdoors, so you can rest assured as you practice your Cultivation. In the future, if you run into that person, you might even be able to take your revenge with your own hands."

Luo Feifei smiled faintly and nodded. "Mm-hm, I know. That’s why I came to you."

’So that’s why her face had suddenly turned deathly pale when I first gave her the Cultivation Technique. She thought I was going to "harvest" her.’

’This girl is a bit naive, sharing her secret with me so quickly. Hmm, that was faster than I expected.’

’It’s because she’s so naive that she was easily deceived in her past life. In this life, I naturally won’t be the one to trick her. She doesn’t need to worry about complex matters; she just needs to contribute her fighting strength. I don’t have the confidence to handle the deeply scheming types anyway.’

’The thought of sending such a beautiful girl into battle made Li Xiang feel a bit guilty. But then again, who else possessed her incredible Cultivation Talent and astonishing combat power?’

Luo Feifei hugged Li Xiang tighter. "I came over to share my secret, but also to apologize... and to thank you."

"Mm."

Luo Feifei mustered her courage and stammered, "If... if you won’t cast me aside... I... I’m willing..."

She was just about to confess when a sound came from outside. It must have been Luo Feifei’s mother, who had woken up and was walking out of her room. Startled, the two of them instantly broke apart.

"Feifei? Feifei!"

Luo Feifei’s mother called from the living room. Naturally, Luo Feifei didn’t dare to answer. The two of them stood frozen, holding their breath, not daring to make a sound.

After all, Luo Feifei was only fifteen, and her mother was always very strict. For her to do the "passionate" scene with Li Xiang, the director had to spend a long time persuading her mother, and Luo Feifei herself had to agree to it. Even then, the scene itself was very tame.

Her mother called out twice. When no one answered, she muttered to herself, "I wonder where she ran off to. She’s not in the bathroom, either."

Then, her mother went into the bathroom and closed the door. The faint sound of running water followed.

Upstairs, only the master bedroom had an en-suite bathroom; the other rooms shared a guest bathroom in the hall. Although the guest room Luo Feifei and her mother were renting was large, they still had to leave it to use the bathroom at night.

"I’m leaving," Luo Feifei mouthed, her voice barely a whisper. She then gently opened the door and tiptoed back to her room.

A moment later, her mother returned. Seeing Luo Feifei tucked under the covers, she couldn’t help but ask, "Where did you go just now? It’s the middle of the night, and you were nowhere to be found."

Luo Feifei giggled. "The moonlight was so beautiful I went out to the terrace for a walk. I came back when I heard you calling. Mom, you shouldn’t shout so loudly in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t be good if you woke someone up."

"This girl, now you’re blaming me? I didn’t think I was being that loud... And hey, what do you mean ’shout’? You’re not a little kid anymore, and you’re a celebrity. You need to be mindful of your image and learn the art of speaking tactfully, you hear me?"

"I know, I know, my dearest mother."

The mother and daughter went back to sleep.

「」

Just as the sky began to brighten, Li Xiang was already up and at it. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he practiced his Breathing Technique and Body Techniques for ten minutes. Then he went to let out the chickens, ducks, and geese, who were all waiting impatiently. He fed them some grain and collected the eggs from the coop and shed.

With so many chickens and ducks, he gathered a good number of free-range chicken and duck eggs every day. As for goose eggs, they hadn’t started laying yet.

The free-range chicken eggs were mostly for their daily meals. The duck eggs, however, were mostly saved. Once he had enough, he would make them into salted duck eggs. It had to be said that chicken eggs were the best for eating fresh. Duck eggs had a slightly gamey taste and a less delicate texture, but they took on a unique and delicious flavor when salted.

Afterward, Li Xiang went to their usual spot behind a large boulder in the Chicken Blood Stone Jungle to hold a morning meeting with his Spirit Pets. He checked on their Cultivation progress and gave them some explanations and demonstrations.

While "preaching" to his pets, Li Xiang also gained a lot. Their Cultivation Techniques were different from his, which allowed him to learn by analogy. He would then integrate anything useful for humans into his own Cultivation system.

In the distance, on the back mountain, Tuantuan had climbed a tall, slender tree to watch. The treetop swayed back and forth as if it were a swing, but Tuantuan wasn’t scared at all. In fact, it seemed to be having a great time.

It wanted to join them, but Li Xiang had told it to stay away for a few days and wait.

After the morning meeting, Li Xiang started sweeping the front and back yards. He integrated his Breathing Technique into every movement as he cleaned. By the time he was done, it was nearly six-thirty, so he went to the kitchen to boil water and start on breakfast.

Weeding the vegetable patch could wait until after breakfast, or for the afternoon. He’d just do a little whenever he had time. Besides, his grandmother was always bustling about, doing these kinds of chores. The old woman simply couldn’t stay idle.

While Li Xiang was making breakfast, his grandmother got up as well. She went out to the vegetable patch to pick some fresh vegetables, then washed them and came over to help him.

Li Xiang cooked some congee, fried a few eggs, and stir-fried a couple of side dishes.

While feeding firewood into the stove, his grandmother chatted with Li Xiang and brought up the topic of planting rice.

"Xiang Ya, why don’t we skip planting rice this year? We can just buy what we need to eat." Planting rice was hard work, and she felt bad for Li Xiang. Besides, her grandson was earning so much money now; why did he still need to farm?

They had finished last year’s harvest long ago and were currently buying rice from town.

Li Xiang was in the middle of stir-frying water spinach, adding several large spoonfuls of chili peppers. His spatula never stopped moving as he said, "The fields are just sitting fallow anyway, so we might as well plant something. Besides, I need it for my videos. I’m planning to plant two mu of mid-season rice and another two mu of late-season rice."

"But that’s so much work," his grandmother said, her heart aching for her grandson. She regretted being too old to help much.

"It’s not that hard. Think of it as exercise. Besides, my online followers in the city love to watch these videos. I’ve already asked Uncle Jiang to get the seeds for the mid-season rice. He should be bringing them over in the next day or two when he buys his own."

There was another reason: Li Xiang felt that the skills of farming must not be lost. In the future, the agriculture in the Underground City would require a large number of professionals with this expertise.

Of course, farming underground would certainly be different from farming on the surface, but the basic principles were more or less the same—it was all about satisfying the conditions needed for crops to grow.

"Food is the staff of life." In the Apocalypse, society could survive without industry, but it absolutely could not afford to lose its agriculture.

He was the boss, but he also needed to understand the trade.