“If my Solar Power was still like it was in the ‘Five Elements Chaos’ dungeon, I would have charged straight to the bottom of the cabin to confront the boss head-on.” Zhang Yuanqing sighed with regret.

His Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record had already reached minor perfection. In the Five Elements Chaos dungeon, the pure and immense Solar Power had even momentarily suppressed the will of a Ruler-level being, making him powerful enough to scorch it. Although the Ruler-level enemy at that time was a wraith, conveniently countered by Solar Power.

However, Solar Power differs from Lunar Star Power. The latter two can be replenished continuously through character cards because the character cards are connected to the Spirit Realm, which has inexhaustible spiritual energy.

But for Solar Power, Zhang Yuanqing, who hasn’t reached the Ruler level, cannot replenish spiritual energy in the real world through character cards. Once exhausted, there’s no way to recover it through breathing exercises.

Therefore, although his body cannot store Solar Power, each use reduces the amount he has.

“I wonder if there is any Solar Power in the Spirit Realm of the First District. It’s unlikely.”

Even though he thought so, he decided to try. So he sat cross-legged on the bed, circulated the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record, and began breathing exercises. After a few minutes, Zhang Yuanqing's exhaled breath gradually became scorching, distorting the surrounding air. A faint golden light lit up his face.

Underneath his naval uniform, his lungs were dyed golden, making his flesh and skin appear almost transparent.

Three hours passed, and it was now noon. The sun rose higher and higher. Inside the cabin, Zhang Yuanqing's skin was as red as a cooked shrimp, seeping with blood, and the pores were overflowing with solar power. He had to stop, unable to continue. The Solar Power would burn his internal organs and meridians, evaporating his blood, causing severe damage.

Zhang Yuanqing staggered off the bed, rushed to the table, picked up the hot water kettle, and gulped down the scalding hot water without hesitation.

Still not enough, he grabbed the kettle and hurried out of the dormitory, through the corridor, and into the hot water room at the stairwell.

He twisted open the water tap and, regardless of the scalding water, swallowed the source of life, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

He drank until his abdomen swelled and hot water regurgitated from his throat, before he bent over and walked back to the dormitory, finally satisfied.

“I finally understand how Kuafu felt after chasing the sun. That was close, I almost burned myself to death.” Zhang Yuanqing returned to the dormitory, lay down on the bed, and sensed the Solar Power within his body.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that the Solar Power had recovered to 40% of its peak. If he cultivated for another two hours this afternoon, it should reach 60%. He needs to patrol tonight, and his absence would definitely attract the captain’s attention.

Then he’ll wait until the sky is clear tomorrow to continue cultivating, striving to recover his Solar Power as soon as possible.

However, why can the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record be cultivated in the First District? Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled.

As everyone knows, the First District and the Second District are incompatible, belonging to different servers, with different administrators.

The professional spiritual energy must also be incompatible. Logically, Spirit Realm Walkers from the Second District shouldn't be able to absorb spiritual energy in the Spirit Realm of the First District.

“Could this be the special thing about Night Watchers? Night Watchers are supreme administrators, able to cultivate across servers, or perhaps the First District and the Second District are both within the Night Watcher’s administrative authority...” Zhang Yuanqing opened the door to dissipate the heat in the room.

At this moment, the crew members were enjoying lunch in the cabins. No one was in the bottom of the cabin, so no one noticed anything unusual. After the heat dissipated, he closed the dormitory door.

He took an afternoon nap, which would help him recover faster. At 3:30 PM, the sun was in the west. Zhang Yuanqing began to absorb Solar Power, and the temperature in the room rose sharply.

Plastic and cotton products showed signs of melting. By 6:00 PM, as the sun sank below the horizon, he finished the cultivation, and two dazzling golden beams shot from his eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn’t wait to get to the table, grab the hot water kettle, and drink up the warm water. Then, he went to the hot water room and drank two more kettles, once again returning to the room with a bulging belly.

He waited patiently. Soon, footsteps came from the corridor. A soldier carrying a rifle, with a tense expression, arrived at the door, straightened his back, and announced loudly: "Lieutenant Haas, it's time for your shift!"

Zhang Yuanqing "Mmm"ed, left the desk expressionlessly, and, led by the soldier, went to the armory to get an automatic rifle before heading to the deck.

The cruise ship patrol team consists of twenty people, in pairs, mainly guarding against monsters in the ocean. Although the Devil Seed has been salvaged and can no longer pollute marine life, it had contaminated countless creatures during its time in the ocean. Some of these mutated creatures were destroyed, while others scattered.

During the return journey, both day and night, small groups of mutated monsters would attack the cruise ship. The Catholic Cardinal claimed that this was the Devil Seed calling for demonic creatures.

These demonic creatures are all flesh and blood. Although they are incredibly strong, weapons, grenades, and other human-made explosives can still effectively kill them.

On deck, Zhang Yuanqing, as a lieutenant, occasionally scanned the twenty navy men in formation, as well as a young woman wearing a white nun's habit.

She was about thirty years old, with a fiery, voluptuous figure. The loose nun's habit couldn't hide her bulging breasts, and the cotton robe covered her raised buttocks. She had a mature and beautiful face, with distinct features, brown hair, brown eyes, and light freckles that made her even more charming.

This was the Siren, Paggy Stephen, from the Catholic Spirit Realm Walker team. The diary described "a devil's figure." Sure enough, she was a beauty that could make any man's hormones surge. The navy men in formation were all secretly looking at her.

Noticing Lieutenant Haas's gaze, Paggy raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with hostility, and coldly said, "Your eyes are very sharp. Keep it up. If you let mutated monsters climb onto the deck, I'll blow your heads off!"

The navy men were startled and immediately straightened their backs, looking straight ahead!

"Patrol," Paggy ordered in a cold tone, as if she were the highest-ranking officer.

The navy men dispersed, and the teams of two went on their respective patrols.

Paggy walked along the edge of the deck, her sharp eyes fixed on the sea.

Zhang Yuanqing, carrying a rifle, walked along the edge of the deck in a seemingly professional manner, secretly pondering, "There is only Paggy, a Spirit Realm Walker, on the deck. With my abilities, it won't be difficult to kill her quickly... The crew members in the bottom of the cabin can be left to the Ghost Bride. But this will definitely trigger the crisis in advance. If I wait until tomorrow, when I restore the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record to its peak, I'll have a better chance of succeeding."

After discovering that the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record could also be cultivated in the Spirit Realm dungeon of the First District, Zhang Yuanqing hesitated whether to act tonight or wait until the Solar Power reached its peak.

Time flew by quickly, and the sound of waves crashing against the cruise ship was the only music in the darkness.

In the black night sky, a full moon hung, casting its bright moonlight.

Zhang Yuanqing's condition was better than ever. He felt his mind was clear, and his limbs were full of power. This kind of night was perfect for a killing spree! He thought sincerely.

Suddenly, a dark cloud covered the full moon, and the world was plunged into darkness. The cruise ship's lights were like the only light in the world.

Floating on the vast ocean, Zhang Yuanqing's ears twitched slightly, and he heard a mysterious whisper.

The whisper came from the night sky, from the depths of the sea, from the cruise ship under his feet. The source of the sound couldn’t be pinpointed. The sound was grand and ethereal, like unconscious murmuring, or perhaps some kind of mysterious language.

It's here, the Devil Seed's call written in the diary. Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank, and then he felt some kind of mutation occurring in the cells of his body.

Flesh buds and tendrils protruded under his skin, wriggling wildly, like crawling insects. His whole body itched, and he felt like tentacles and a second arm would grow out.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately activated the Pure Yang Body Cleansing Record, and the Solar Power filled his flesh and blood, suppressing and purifying the mutation of the cells.

As expected, it had an immediate effect. The flesh buds that triggered trypophobia mostly disappeared, and the wriggling tendrils calmed down.

“Looks like the dungeon isn’t giving me time!” He snarled.

It was only the second night, and the Devil Seed's pollution had already arrived. So the calm of the first day was the safe time the dungeon provided for Spirit Realm Walkers to adapt to the environment and find clues.

There were two more days to go, and the Devil Seed's pollution would be stronger each day. It was already difficult to resist now. If he endured for two more days, wouldn't he mutate on the spot?

While he was thinking, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw two patrolling soldiers in uniform. Their expressions were wooden, their eyes were dark, and they were staring straight at Zhang Yuanqing.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

The soldier on the left said woodenly, "Lieutenant Haas, the captain requests your presence."

"Where to?" Zhang Yuanqing stared at them expressionlessly. Their condition was a bit off.

The soldier on the right said woodenly, "To the bottom of the cabin!"

The bottom of the cabin? Zhang Yuanqing frowned, and wariness arose in his heart.

The bottom of the cabin has the Devil Seed, and the whispers just came from there. Isn't approaching the source of pollution suicide?

At this moment, he realized that the patrolling soldiers had appeared nearby at some point, staring at him from a distance of ten meters, their expressions wooden, like walking corpses.

These guys have collectively mutated!

Just as this thought appeared, he saw the flesh on the chest of the soldier on the left suddenly split open, revealing a mouth full of fangs, exceptionally scarlet, and a tongue sticking out, making a low murmur: "Go to the bottom of the cabin, go to the bottom of the cabin!"

On the forehead of the soldier on the right, a bloodshot eyeball emerged, staring grimly.

"Go to the bottom of the cabin, go to the bottom of the cabin!"

"Da da da!" The sound of horses' hooves came from behind, approaching rapidly. Someone was launching a sneak attack from behind.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing made a backward kick, accurately hitting the attacking enemy.

"Hiss..."

The attacker behind him flew out and crashed heavily on the deck.

Zhang Yuanqing raised his gun and fired two shots at the heads of the two navy men, blowing their heads off.

The two mutated beings fell heavily, the mouths on their chests still making mechanical whispers: "Go to the bottom of the cabin, go to the bottom of the cabin!"

The single eye that appeared on the other's forehead blinked rapidly, flowing with dark blood.

The eighteen soldiers not far away, seeing this, all roared, their bodies showing different degrees of mutation. Some had slippery tentacles drilling out from under their clothes.

Some had scales and gills growing on their skin, some had four thick black arms growing out; some had their heads mutated into ugly, bloated fish heads.

They either fired their guns or bared their fangs and claws, pouncing on Zhang Yuanqing.

Zhang Yuanqing roared to the sky, the high-pitched and sharp howl like a wedge, ruthlessly embedded in the brains of the mutated soldiers.

Thump, thump, the mutated monsters fell one after another, twitching and dying.

Under the mental strike of a peak level 6, the soul of a Spirit Realm Walker in the extraordinary stage would be annihilated on the spot, and even a level 4 Saint would suffer heavy damage, losing combat ability.

Puff, puff, puff, the flying bullets hit Zhang Yuanqing's body, like hitting tough cowhide, making muffled sounds.

Then, they fell on the deck with a clanging sound.

At this time, a strong wind roared, and the attacker who had been kicked away by him was approaching again.

Zhang Yuanqing turned around to meet the attacker and saw who it was: the Siren, Paggy. At this time, her pupils were amber, her lips were black, her cheeks were covered with dark black scales, reflecting a metallic luster on the sides. Behind her, eight slippery tentacles were baring their fangs and claws, and her fingertips had black keratinous claws.

Her face was both beautiful and demonic, and she was riding a steed formed from seawater, charging towards him.

Even though she was mutated, she could still use her professional skills.

"What a pity," Zhang Yuanqing muttered, grabbing the Purple Thunder Hammer from his inventory. At the moment the Siren Paggy pounced, he rolled to the side and cast Night Wanderer Invisibility.