Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1094 - 441: Sister Wen Doesn’t Hide It Anymore

"What’s going on at the dock? So many folks are heading in that direction."

"You haven’t heard? Mr. Liang’s come back, and he’s hauled in a bunch of big ships, including a massive super yacht!"

"Really? Mr. Liang is back? When exactly did Mr. Liang head out?"

"Amazing, Mr. Liang has returned with loads of great stuff once more?"

"That’s typical of Mr. Liang. He always comes back overflowing with haul no matter how many times he ventures out."

"Let’s head to the port and take a look at that yacht."

...

Word from the port quickly swept through Yangshan, Meishan, and reached as far as the remote Lingyun Slope.

Within a single afternoon, tales of Liang Yuan returning with more than a thousand superpower users and multiple large vessels ignited across the entire Yangshan Shelter.

Crowds flocked to the port to gaze upon the famed super yacht.

For a time, the little market stalls and merchants at the harbor raked in profits, while all around people sang praises of Mr. Liang’s exploits.

Meanwhile, Liang Yuan wasted no time and dashed straight to the slaughterhouse upon arrival.

Piles upon piles of mutant creatures, numbering in the tens of thousands, awaited his blade there.

Luckily, his spiritual power had grown immensely potent, turning the task of butchering mutant beasts into a breeze.

Yet Liang Yuan encountered a stubborn issue. Even after being away for numerous days and giving strict orders to hold off on killing the mutant beasts until his return,

plenty of mutant fish and shrimp couldn’t hold out and perished from unsuitable conditions.

Despite constructing a chilled storage area with oxygen pumps right in the slaughterhouse, over half of them had still succumbed.

This left Liang Yuan deeply troubled.

"I need to figure out a solution for this, otherwise I’ll be stuck on Yangshan indefinitely."

With a furrowed brow, Liang Yuan handled the surviving catches—over thirty thousand fish in total—that netted him close to three hundred thousand points!

Yet this haul failed to bring Liang Yuan joy; regret washed over him instead.

Had he personally processed those perished fish, the points would have at least doubled!

Six hundred thousand points, poured entirely into boosting his genetic attributes, would grant him a solid sixty points!

Spread equally among all attributes, that meant fifteen points apiece!

"If others slaying the fish could add to my points tally, I’d be able to venture beyond Yangshan without worry."

"I’m curious if the system offers an option like that."

A spark of hope flickered in Liang Yuan’s mind; he jotted down the thought before rushing home.

The place stood empty, with Yang Mei and Ding Yan likely occupied elsewhere.

Song Wen was out too, and Dong Yan nowhere in sight.

Liang Yuan felt a touch of astonishment, surprised by how everyone had scattered to their tasks.

He cracked open the fridge, grabbed a bite, and whipped up a quick meal.

As he geared up for a shower in the bathroom, the front door creaked open, accompanied by swift footsteps hurrying inside.

"Brother Liang? Brother Liang! Have you returned?"

The visitor burst in wildly, flinging wide the bathroom door.

In dashed the energetic Dong Yan, beaming with delight.

But the instant she entered, her eyes landed on a sight meant to stay private.

Liang Yuan’s toned physique stood under the shower spray in the bathroom.

Caught off guard by the girl’s impulsiveness, he reflexively activated the [Hundred Rivers and Seas] ability.

In a flash, streams of water swirled around him, shielding the embarrassing moment.

"Oh, I, I saw nothing, absolutely nothing."

Dong Yan snapped to her senses at last, spun on her heel, and fled the bathroom, her cheeks burning crimson.

The nineteen-year-old, unaccustomed to such encounters, felt her face heat up in mortification.

Once outside the bathroom, a twinge of regret hit her.

"Darn, if I’d been braver earlier, maybe I could’ve thrown myself at him?"

Odd notions swirled in Dong Yan’s head.

Right then, another silhouette hurried to the entrance.

It was Song Wen, covered in dust from her travels, charging back and spotting Dong Yan, promptly inquiring, "Yanyan, has Brother Liang returned? Where is he?"

Dong Yan pointed hastily toward the bathroom, "Brother Liang’s taking a shower."

Song Wen, thrilled, exclaimed, "He’s truly here. I figured the rumors outside were just chatter."

Dong Yan rushed to confirm, "Yes, he’s really back."

Song Wen nearly dashed inside, but Dong Yan warned quickly, "Sister Wen, Brother Liang is in the shower."

Hearing that, Song Wen halted, blinked her eyes, and then told Dong Yan, "Yanyan, I just got back from the fields and I’m all grimy, so I need a shower too."

With those words, ignoring Dong Yan’s reaction, she snatched fresh clothes and bolted into the bathroom.

Dong Yan gaped in disbelief at the unfolding scene, her youthful heart struck hard.

"Sister Wen, you... you two... boo hoo hoo..."

She stomped her feet in frustration; Sister Wen used to be so reserved and distant.

But now, she didn’t even hesitate around her.

Dong Yan felt like shedding tears without reason, especially since she’d arrived home first.

Soon enough, the water sounds from the bathroom intensified, mingled with odd murmurs.

Dong Yan, ears burning, scurried to her room and shut the door tight. Those brief strides set her pulse pounding and breath ragged.

Visions of rushing water flooded her thoughts.

"Argh, Sister Wen is such a pest!"

She collapsed onto the bed, her lithe legs thrashing about, face shoved into the pillow, hoping it would ward off the intrusive images.

Roughly thirty minutes passed before Liang Yuan emerged from the bathroom, leaving Song Wen quivering faintly in the tub.

In that brief span, Liang Yuan hadn’t wrapped up the "engagement."

Regrettably, after their lengthy parting, Song Wen’s endurance had waned sharply.

She buckled after barely half an hour.

Liang Yuan had no choice but to halt the "clash," get dressed, and step out.

While he busied himself preparing food in the kitchen, Yang Mei arrived home.

"Little Brother? Little Brother!"

Yang Mei came back, eagerly searching for Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan stepped from the kitchen, chuckling inevitably, "Sister Mei!"

Their eyes met, and smiles bloomed on both faces.

Like a bird darting back to its nest, Sister Mei flung herself into Liang Yuan’s arms.

Liang Yuan breathed in the fresh scent from her shampooed hair, sensed her yielding form, and brimmed with delight, asking: "Sister Mei, how have things been for you lately?"

Yang Mei gazed up at him with warmth: "I’m fine, just missed you terribly, but otherwise all good. What about you?"

Liang Yuan grinned and replied: "Same here."

Noticing the stove lit in the kitchen, Yang Mei urged: "You haven’t had a proper meal yet? Let me whip something up for you."

Liang Yuan responded: "I grabbed a snack before, but hunger struck again; I can handle it."

Yang Mei held him back: "Now that I’m home, how can I let you cook? Relax, I’ve got this."

Liang Yuan smiled, yielding without protest, though he didn’t lounge idly; instead, he propped against the kitchen doorway, engaging in light banter.

"Where on earth did you get that cruise ship? It’s enormous."

"That’s President No. 7, one of the nation’s premier luxury liners before the apocalyptic flood hit."

"A premier luxury liner?"

"Yeah, they say a night there runs tens of thousands, and that’s for a standard cabin—only the elite could indulge."

Yang Mei marveled aloud: "Tens of thousands a night, heavens, even selling off two of my family’s houses wouldn’t cover it."

Liang Yuan laughed softly: "You folks with demolition windfalls are the rich ones; us mortgaged homeowners are the true sufferers."

"Without the flood, I’d probably never set foot on a ship like that in my life."

"Actually, in my old social circle, I might not have even known it existed."

Yang Mei murmured tenderly: "Little brother, you’ve got real potential; Sister has faith in you. Flood or no, you’d make your mark someday."

Liang Yuan couldn’t suppress a smile; though he recognized the consoling intent, it still warmed his heart.

They conversed in fits and starts, and soon Song Wen, having composed herself in the bathroom, slipped out with rosy cheeks to join them.

Dong Yan, drawn by the lively voices outside, ventured from her room at last.

Suddenly, the home buzzed with animated talk and joyful laughter.

Not much later, nearing midday, Ding Yan bustled in as well.

Spotting Liang Yuan and Yang Mei, her rushed pace slowed to a stop, a grin lighting her features.

"You’re back?"

Liang Yuan beamed: "Yep, I am."

Yang Mei called: "Ding Yan, come wash up and join us for lunch; I cooked your beloved red chicken with braised beans."

Ding Yan chuckled and agreed: "Give me a sec."

She headed in to clean her hands, shed her leather gear, unveiling her flawless, voluptuous silhouette.

After a swift spruce-up, she rejoined them at the table.

Liang Yuan quizzed Song Wen on the beans.

"Has the botanical garden started growing beans already?" Liang Yuan queried, amazed.

On his previous departure, such cowpeas hadn’t appeared yet.

Song Wen: "Absolutely, and not only cowpeas—we’ve got red beans, peas, and lentils too."

"Our explorations in the Meishan fields yielded tons of mutated crop seeds, which we’ve nurtured successfully. Soon, Yangshan will be fully self-sufficient in veggies."

Liang Yuan grinned broadly: "This success owes much to your efforts."

Song Wen beamed with glee, radiating contentment.

The midday meal proved lavish, and Liang Yuan devoured multiple helpings.

Afterward, he shared tales of his latest expedition with the ladies.

"Wait, you’re telling me that Floating Island is really some creature’s remains?" Ding Yan gasped in shock.

Yang Mei chimed in curiously: "How vast is that island? Does it resemble the Turtle Island we ran into before?"

Liang Yuan shook his head lightly: "Far bigger than that Turtle Island—at least the size of a downtown district, by rough measure."

"It hosts not just a woodland but an icy expanse too."

"What? An area that huge? How could a mutant beast grow so enormous?"

"Indeed, it’s only been a brief while since the flood; where do these monstrous beings come from?"

The women voiced their astonishment in chorus.

Liang Yuan shook his head again: "I doubt this beast mutated post-flood; it might be a relic from prehistoric times or perhaps from another realm."

"Another realm?"

"Prehistoric relic?"

The ladies froze in surprise, left speechless momentarily.

Next, Liang Yuan described venturing into the Floating Island’s carcass, hunting for its heart core and brain core.

His vivid accounts of navigating the colossal body drew awed breaths and gasps from the women.

When he reached the topic of Genetic Species, Ding Yan, Song Wen, and Yang Mei grew intently focused.

"So, it’s a blessing we seldom consume exotic beast meat and blood here?" Ding Yan probed eagerly.

Liang Yuan shook his head faintly: "It’s neither better nor worse, merely a matter of preference."

"Skipping exotic beast blood and flesh slows down power gains, whereas devouring it accelerates them."

"However, for forming Genetic Species, the clutter of mixed genes grows more pronounced."

"From what I’ve learned, reaching 50 Points in your primary attribute ensures over ninety percent success in condensing Genetic Species."

"Alright, once we’re done eating, I’ll check your current primary attribute levels."

At that, Ding Yan set aside her utensils mid-bite, declaring: "How do we do it? Start with me."

As a resolute woman, she never eased up on her training.

Among the group, she alone stuck faithfully to the Yangshan Gene Activation Technique daily, and solely she stuck with the patrols to sharpen her abilities.

Liang Yuan, catching her intent, grasped her thirst for power.

He promptly retrieved the Spiritual Ability Glasses from his inventory, explaining: "These Spiritual Ability Glasses reveal the numerical value of your primary attribute inside you."

Ding Yan snatched the glasses eagerly and slid them onto her face.

She peered down at her form right away.

Figures materialized across her ample chest.

"48!"

Ding Yan’s eyes sparkled with elation.

Her primary attribute had hit 48 Points!

A sudden realization struck her, and she lifted her gaze to Liang Yuan.

For ages, she’d strived to keep pace with him, dreading becoming dead weight.

Thus, she burned with curiosity about Liang Yuan’s current primary attribute level.