140: Chapter 140: Seven Dual Cultivations, Luck Attribute Soars!

The fortress's internal administration system was quickly revitalized.

The Boss Lady was in charge of material circulation and intelligence pricing for the entire district, while the Butcher handled the purification and processing of high-grade ingredients and flesh.

The arrival of these two top-tier NPCs caused the fortress's function to leap from a crude military outpost to a nascent ecological city.

But what truly caused a qualitative change in the situation was Jiang Jiuyou.

At the bottom level of the fortress, the settlement of nearly two hundred survivors had run into problems.

Crowded into temporarily assigned living quarters, the conflict between the independents and the military was magnified tenfold in the cramped space.

Two soldiers from Iron Wall and three independents got into a fight over bed assignments.

Shouts and shoving sounds came from the first-floor plaza.

When Jiang Jiuyou walked into the fortress from the connecting passage, her silver-white low ponytail whipped behind her in a sharp arc.

She didn't even need the members of the Dark Division to lift a finger.

Walking to the scene of the brawl, the five people turned their heads simultaneously—and then everything went silent.

Jiang Jiuyou's ice-blue pupils swept across every face. She didn't raise her voice, but her words echoed exceptionally clearly in the metallic space:

“From now on, the fortress will implement a contribution point system. The size of your cabin, the grade of the food you eat, whether you can use the medical bay—everything will be tied to your points. How do you get points? Combat kills, turning in materials, and guard duty rotations.”

She pulled a metal nameplate from her coat pocket, engraved with a number.

“Those without points will sleep in the hallway.”

The five men shut their mouths instantly.

The two Iron Wall soldiers and the three independents stepped back and returned to the queue in an orderly fashion.

Twenty minutes.

Jiang Jiuyou and her Dark Division deputy finished registering the initial point values for all the independents and military soldiers.

The duty roster, patrol routes, and penalty regulations for violations—three charts were posted on the announcement pillar in the center of the plaza.

Chen Chen stood by the panoramic window on the fourth floor, looking down.

The fortress's transparent dome allowed him to clearly see everything in the first-floor plaza.

Jiang Jiuyou stood before the announcement pillar, the hem of her military coat swinging in a crisp arc as she moved.

The two hundred people were like chicks being held by the scruff of their necks, lined up perfectly straight.

The communicator rang.

Jiang Jiuyou's voice came through:

“It's done. What else do you need?”

“You did it faster than I expected.”

The channel went quiet for a beat.

Jiang Jiuyou's voice dropped half a pitch: “I told you—I can do more than you imagine.”

Chen Chen gave a huff in the Pilot Tower.

...

Night fell.

The temperature in the Magnetic Storm Floating Forest dropped below zero again.

The fortress's constant temperature system operated stably, and the energy dome of the domain's protection enveloped the forty-four vehicles and the entire fortress in a warm twenty-four degrees.

System time 23:07.

Chen Chen leaned against the edge of the bed in the second-floor levitation cabin, flipping through his panel.

[Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation: Qi and Blood Mutual Nourishment]—Daily limit of seven times.

He closed the panel.

He walked down to the first floor.

Shen Wanxing was curled up in a corner of the U-shaped sofa. One strap of her silver sequined evening gown had slipped off her shoulder, her waist-length hair was scattered across the cushions, and her pale amber pupils were staring blankly at an ability crystal in her hand.

Chen Chen stood before the sofa.

“Change your clothes and come up.”

Shen Wanxing looked up.

Her fair face began to heat up from her cheeks, the blush spreading to her ears and then down to her neck.

“Sev... seven times?”

“Seven times.”

Shen Wanxing's lips pursed a couple of times.

Jiang Yanxue glanced over from another sofa: “Don't go too far.”

“Her constitution is thirty-one; she can handle it.”

Jiang Yanxue's dark red pupils rolled: “Thirty-one my ass, I'm at fifty and I almost couldn't handle you—”

She shut her mouth halfway through.

Blood Rose, leaning on the other end of the sofa, burst out laughing.

Shen Wanxing stood up with her head lowered.

She rummaged through a storage box and found some compression black stockings and nude pink high heels specially provided by the Boss Lady.

She went to the corner of the connecting passage to change.

When she came out again—she was barefoot in seven-centimeter nude pink suede heels, with ultra-thin compression black stockings wrapping from her ankles all the way to the base of her thighs... the hem of her silver sequined evening gown swayed above her knees, and the backless design completely exposed a large expanse of snow-white skin under the cold LED lights.

Her walking was still a bit wobbly.

Chen Chen reached out, picked her up by the waist, and slung her over his shoulder.

“Wah—!”

Shen Wanxing's calves kicked wildly in the air, her black stockings brushing against Chen Chen's cheek, and her nude pink heels almost flew off.

“Put me down! I'll walk myself—”

Chen Chen had already stepped up the stairs to the second floor.

The cabin door closed.

The acoustic isolation layer's indicator light turned green.

First floor.

Su Xiaoqi held a piece of dried meat and tilted her head to look at the ceiling.

Qin Hongye came down from the sniper tower to get some water; halfway there, her footsteps paused, and she silently turned back and went up to the fifth floor.

The blue light on Shen Wanbing's concentration ice heart necklace flashed three times.

She pressed the necklace and turned up the data refresh rate on her panel.

Jiang Jiuyou came down from the fourth floor to get water.

She stopped for half a second when passing the stairs.

The second-floor cabin door was tightly shut.

The indicator light was green.

She gulped down a glass of water and went back to the fourth floor to sit down.

She didn't fasten her seatbelt.

First-floor carriage.

The first dual cultivation ended.

A prompt popped up on Chen Chen's panel: Shen Wanxing's constitution increased from thirty-one to thirty-four, and Chen Chen's luck increased from forty-seven to fifty.

The second time. constitution thirty-seven, luck fifty-three.

The third time—

The acoustic isolation layer on the second floor was indeed much stronger after the B-grade bed upgrade.

But the dense frequency of three consecutive times still made the LED light tubes on the ceiling flicker.

Shen Wanxing's voice leaked out from behind the partition, so muffled that only intermittent trailing notes and hurried breaths could be heard.

Blood Rose, with an energy bar in her mouth, raised an eyebrow.

“Her constitution started at thirty-one; it's probably risen to nearly forty by now. She can take it.”

Jiang Yanxue closed her eyes slightly: “Don't worry about others.”

The fourth time.

The fifth time.

Su Xiaoqi had already given up thinking, holding a piece of mammoth sirloin and chewing it with a crunch.

The sixth time—Shen Wanxing's wail pierced through the partition and the ceiling structure, briefly cutting through the first-floor carriage.

Shen Wanbing changed the position of her thumb pressing the necklace for the eleventh time.

The seventh time.

System pop-ups exploded one after another.

[Today's Forbidden Domain Dual Cultivation quota has been exhausted.]

[Shen Wanxing constitution +21 (3x7), current constitution: 52.]

[Chen Chen luck +21 (3x7), current luck: 68!]

Sixty-eight luck.

From the initial ten points—it had risen to sixty-eight.

Chen Chen leaned against the headboard, flipping through the numbers.

Beside him, Shen Wanxing was completely limp.

Her silver sequined evening gown was a wrinkled mess, her compression black stockings had two faint scuff marks at the knees, and one nude pink high heel had fallen to the floor while the other still hung from her toes.

A large expanse of snow-white skin was flushed with a startling crimson, burning from her collarbone all the way down to her lower abdomen.

Her waist-length hair covered the entire pillow.

Her pale amber pupils were so moist they looked like they could wring out water; she stared blankly at the ceiling, her lips slightly parted as she panted.

“Chen Chen... I really... can't anymore...”

“Your constitution is fifty-two now; you'll be full of life tomorrow.”

Shen Wanxing whimpered, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow, exposing her bare back.

Chen Chen covered her with a blanket and went downstairs.

Six gazes from the first floor swept over him simultaneously.

He walked unperturbed to the kitchen module and poured a glass of water.

“Her luck was seventy. My seven times of mutual nourishment increased it by a total of twenty-one points. It's sixty-eight now.”

Shen Wanbing's finger stopped on the panel.

“Sixty-eight?”

“Sixty-eight.”

Blood Rose almost sat bolt upright.

“Your luck rose from ten to sixty-eight?”

“In about a week.”