Is the food of the common folks in this place intrinsically distasteful?
Or is it because the food that comes out of that iron box isn't made by humans, making it so hard to swallow?
In every two-compartment medical room marked with "Capillary Path."
Wang Jixuan gnawed on the dry rations labeled 'emergency biscuits,' forcing himself to chew and swallow the stuff diligently.
He felt like he was chewing a bunch of sawdust.
As unpalatable as it was, the effects of this thing were pretty decent.
Wang Jixuan's limbs that had gone soft began to slowly regain strength, and he felt a sense of satisfaction after feeling full.
The satisfaction worth 2 Food Quotas.
This demoness...
Along with the soft crunching noise, Wang Jixuan looked at the still unconscious female physician, carefully contemplating.
According to the rules of the Cultivation World, there was no harm in killing this demoness who intended to harm him.
But now he was merely equivalent to a commoner, living in this colossal underground fortress, with surveillance everywhere in the corridors—although many were broken, leading to many blind spots, if he rashly killed this female physician, he would also lose his life.
His current self was too weak; he could only adapt to local customs and act according to the rules here.
The safer course of action now would be to tie up this demoness with a spell, hang a 'demoness' sign on her, and let the world know of her indecent behavior and poor character.
But soon, through Mu Liang's memories, Wang Jixuan realized that matters between men and women in this strange world were quite open.
The environment within the fortress was so oppressive that it had divided people into equal camps of sexual conservatives and sexual liberals, leading to two different attitudes towards matters of men and women.
"Let's chalk it up to the local customs and traditions then."
Master Wang thought to himself.
This female physician was a Fourth-level ordinary citizen, belonging to professional technical personnel, just a bit higher in status than Mu Liang's Third-level ordinary citizen (ordinary worker or farmer).
Even if things escalated to the government—fortress Law Enforcement Court and the security teams on each floor—he could easily be at a disadvantage.
In his previous life of arduous Cultivation, although Wang Jixuan seldom interacted with outsiders and was considered unapproachable by many fellow cultivators, it was merely because he was dedicated to the Dao and unwilling to deal with anything outside of Cultivation.
He was not ignorant of the ways of the world.
'Hmm, for such a situation, I should appeal to her emotions and reason, awaken her conscience, and obtain a certificate that spares me from undergoing the brain surgery.'
'If she is unappreciative, then using some Cultivator's methods is not out of the question.'
'What methods? Although I had never studied the mind control spells and talismans before, affecting the minds of common folks is something I can still do… However, the Mind Control technique is a taboo in the Cultivation World, and after all, I am not some practitioner of the Demon Path. To preserve a clear and upright Dao Heart, use it with caution.'
Having made up his mind, Wang Jixuan instinctively raised his hand and beckoned towards a cup of water nearby.
The cup remained motionless.
He chuckled wryly, stood up to fetch the cup, then looked for some Magic Artifacts in the medical room to increase his bargaining power. Afterward, he dipped his right index finger into a drop of water, flicked it at the female physician's forehead, and whispered softly.
"Supreme Star, ever adaptable. With wisdom so bright and a mind so tranquil."
The female physician let out a soft hum through her nose, followed by a moan as she held her forehead and slowly opened her eyes.
"Hiss—ouch!"
As she said, "What happened to me," she raised a hand to touch her forehead and found a piece of gauze there.
It seemed she had a concussion, felt nauseous, and her world was spinning.
The female physician suddenly curled up into a ball, her breathing became slightly hurried, and she stared at Wang Jixuan with her large eyes adorned with fake eyelashes.
She had been a medical worker in Sector C of the Thirteenth Floor's 602 District for two years and certainly knew that the surveillance equipment and alarm in this medical room had long been broken.
To make matters worse, the soundproofing in this medical room was especially good!
Wang Jixuan, following the local customs, proactively reached out his right hand, wanting to shake hands and greet her.
However, this gesture caused the female physician to react defensively:
"What, what do you want to do! I'm going to call for help! I have many friends! My ex-boyfriend is the captain of the Law Enforcement Team! Don't hurt me! Please! It's my first time doing something like threatening someone..."
Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment, trying to organize the language of this world, his voice as gentle as possible.
"I certainly won't harm you."
He said softly, with a clear gaze and sincere attitude.
Perhaps it was because the body he was in was quite handsome, or maybe because Wang Jixuan was just sitting on a chair, the female physician gradually calmed down.
She took several deep breaths and lowered her head to glance at the electronic instrument beside her.
There were still traces of her blood on the edge of the metal box.
"Miss... erm, Dr. Wei Na," Wang Jixuan spoke earnestly, "we should first clarify the rights and wrongs here. You were the one who tried to insult me first, and I was forced to retaliate. Do you acknowledge this?"
The female physician Wei Na frowned deeply.
She also knew she was in the wrong and didn't dare to look directly at Wang Jixuan, lightly nodding her head.
Wang Jixuan continued, "I won't report you to the Law Enforcement Team or the public security forces, and you don't have to pursue the matter of me hitting you. Is that okay?"
"Okay, that's fine, no problem."
Wei Na's voice trembled as she looked down at the space beside Wang Jixuan's leg.
"Please issue me another certificate."
Wang Jixuan blinked gently:
"You know what kind of certificate I want. I don't want to find my head missing a piece."
"I know!"
Wei Na nodded hastily:
"I've issued many certificates for many people! Nothing happened between us today. Water under the bridge from now on, alright? I... I apologize to you, I just haven't been with a man for too long... I used to consider myself somewhat conservative..."
Her voice grew less confident as she spoke.
Wang Jixuan's gaze took on a hint of amusement.
"I don't wish for any complications, and I'm not particularly interested in your life."
Wang Jixuan picked up the one-foot-long repair wrench that was by his leg, swung it around in his hand, then stood up and placed it back in the repair bag in the corner.
The female physician Wei Na breathed a long sigh of relief.
She touched the faintly aching wound on her forehead, and as she rose from the narrow sickbed, she saw her pair of neatly placed Doc Martens.
"Is it troublesome to issue a certificate?"
Wang Jixuan stood at the door, his hands habitually clasped behind his back, asking gently.
Wei Na, her head bowed as she fiddled with her boots, muttered with lingering fear:
"It's no trouble, but it needs to be done from the terminal. I have to go to my office for a bit. I had just started my shift today when I got the message that someone in this block had been revived from a suicide attempt and needed medical treatment, so I came over to save them... I had a few drinks before, so I might have been a bit impulsive... Everyone here is under a lot of pressure, and you can understand how bad the living conditions are, ha... haha..."
Her dry laughter was filled with bitterness.
Wang Jixuan didn't respond.
Wei Na put on her white lab coat, took several deep breaths, and swiftly picked up her pass and ID card, whispering:
"I need to use the medical terminal.
"Come with me, my main medical office is just a few dozen meters from here, just around the corner."
Wang Jixuan opened the metal door of the alloy medical room; outside was a Capillary Corridor that could only fit three people walking abreast.
The energy-saving light tubes kept at their lowest brightness, making the hallway seem gloomy and dim.
It was eerily quiet here.
It was the afternoon, during normal working hours, and there were few people moving behind the alloy doors spaced every three meters, with lights off in one room after another.
This place wouldn't be bustling for at least another two hours.
"Lead the way."
"Sure," Wei Na said, her head down as she walked quickly out of the medical office, her expression somewhat regretful.
And a deep sense of defeat.
She had actually been hit.
And it happened while she was trying to exert her charm, rejected by a young man through a knockout punch.
Was she really getting old? Isn't everyone here pretty casual about these things? Could he be conservative? Oh my God... this is so embarrassing...
Wang Jixuan followed two meters behind Wei Na, always with a hint of caution.
The elders of the sect often said, the more enchanting the demoness of the Demon Path is, the more scheming she is, and one must never let their guard down at any time.
They would stop at nothing to steal a Cultivator's Primordial Yang.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, turned through the brightly lit corridor intersection into the familiar surroundings, Wei Na's usual clinic drawing near.
The 'cross' sign that flickered faintly finally brought her a sense of security.
Wei Na's thoughts quickly became more active.
She wasn't happy about this setback.
"In the past..."
Wei Na deliberately slowed down, turned her head to look at Wang Jixuan, and blinked gently:
"Has any woman ever told you that you actually have a lot of charm?"
"No."
"Are you resistant to relationships? Are you an extreme conservative? No? Could it be you like men?"
"…"
"You really hit hard, you know. I still feel a bit dizzy; I might have a concussion."
Wei Na gently bit her lower lip:
"But the moment you hit me, my heart felt like it was being squeezed hard. Do you know that? No one has ever rejected me like this, not when I make the first move."
Wang Jixuan's face was expressionless, and he even felt like sneering.
She really was a demoness.
If it weren't for the importance of the medical certificate, and that the office they were heading to was right in front of them, he would have turned around and left already.
"I have someone in my heart," Wang Jixuan replied.
His beloved was any fairy from the Immortal Realm.
"Someone in your heart? That's a rare thing to hear. Is it a classmate you met at school? An unrequited love? That's really sad... We're here."
Wei Na pressed her ID card against the electronic access control three times, the electric lock made the sound of a motor turning, and the cheap alloy door opened inward with a "clack."
She turned to look at Wang Jixuan but didn't notice his body suddenly tense, ready to leap back at any moment.
Wang Jixuan sensed three breaths behind the door and suspected they might be the demoness's accomplices...
Thud!
The cold barrel of a gun rested against Wei Na's smooth forehead.
Wei Na immediately froze in place.
Inside the door, three men in grey tracksuits stood silently.
Wei Na's expression changed several times, then she put on a somewhat charming smile:
"Hua, do you have to... I really didn't have time last time..."
The short middle-aged man in the center put away his black pistol, snorted coldly through his nose, grabbed Wei Na by the hair, and yanked her into the spacious clinic, kicking her mercilessly without holding back.
"Hua, don't! Ah!"
"You bitch! Letting you be the chief surgeon is giving you face!"
Wang Jixuan felt it was time for him to withdraw wisely.
But the others had obviously noticed him.
The two burly men looked at him with unfriendly expressions, slowly closing in from left and right.
'Hua' shouted again: "Drag her boyfriend in here!"
The hefty man on the right immediately said, "Kid, that means you! Hua told you to come inside."
"I've just met her."
"Get in!" the burly man on the left roared.
"Fine, since you all insist."
Wang Jixuan calmly walked toward the door, quickly considering in his mind whether, with his current power of the Residual Soul, there was a Magic Method among spells, talismans, and magic that could easily subdue these mortals.
The Heavenly Venerable Wuliang.
The Spiritual Energy here is sparse, which greatly diminishes the power of magic, and he...
Indeed, wasn't very good at close-quarters combat.
Bang!
The two burly men slammed the alloy door of the 'Clinic in the Sector' closed with force, a vicious smile on their lips.