Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1157 - 498: Dance and Song

Liang Yuan chuckled: "I've just obtained a power generation device; it'll supply electricity for our spot here."

"Where'd you find it? Got any more power generation devices?"

Wang Ling’Er inquired eagerly.

Liang Yuan shook his head: "Picked it up from a power plant."

He sure wasn't about to reveal his system that lets him snag prizes.

Disappointment flashed across Wang Ling’Er's face right away.

But moments later, spotting those radiant sunflowers in the sunroom, her eyes popped wide open once more.

"Liang Yuan, Brother Liang, could you sell me some of these mutated sunflowers?"

Liang Yuan grinned at her words: "You're interested in them?"

"Yeah, yeah! You have no idea, Spirit Jade Island gets zero sunlight. When our clothes soak through, we depend entirely on Water Attribute Superpower Users to dry 'em."

"Bedding stays soggy too, super uncomfortable. A sunroom like this would skyrocket the happiness of everyone on Spirit Jade Island."

At her words, Liang Yuan couldn't help recalling those cramped snail shell homes on Spirit Jade Island.

Truth be told, sticking some mutated sunflowers into one of those shells would whip up a cozy little sunroom.

No more fretting over chills in the cold.

No worries about airing out clothes or anything similar.

Suddenly it hit Liang Yuan: these mutated sunflowers appeared exclusive to Yangshan.

After all, they came straight from his system extraction.

Nowhere else had them.

So, weren't these mutated sunflowers Yangshan's special treasure?

Anytime something's one-of-a-kind, it screams value.

Liang Yuan mulled it over; soon he'd settle scores with Guangfu and the Three Great Sects.

Yet he'd also engage with Guangfu—they boasted tons of superpower techniques and top-tier superpower experts.

How could Yangshan outshine Guangfu?

By luring over those talents, naturally.

But what's the hook?

Yangshan's exclusive resources and peaceful vibes made the perfect bait.

Mutated sunflowers could be the ultimate lure!

In this Great Flood era, "sunshine" felt like a forgotten dream.

No telling how long folks had gone without real sunlight.

Only those starved of sun could grasp that ache.

Wang Ling’Er, Wang Yu’Er, and their crew truly wanted nowhere else—they just craved sticking to that sunroom.

Even at noon when Liang Yuan called them for lunch, they balked at leaving, demanding the table right there in the sunroom.

Liang Yuan had no option but to go along.

Wang Ling’Er circled back to it: "Brother Liang, I mean it—these mutated sunflowers are gold. I want to bring them to Spirit Jade Island. Quote a price; if I can swing it, I'll pay up."

Noting her earnestness, Liang Yuan dropped the casual vibe, stating gravely: "Ling’Er, if you want the mutated sunflowers, I won't hold back, but you gotta meet one condition."

Wang Ling’Er quickly replied: "Brother Liang, name it—as long as it's in my power."

"Easy: I'll supply mutated sunflowers to Spirit Jade Island, but no reselling to outsiders or groups."

Wang Ling’Er breathed easy and chuckled: "Brother Liang, that's all?"

"That's it!"

"Haha, no worries, I get the big picture; these mutated sunflowers stay Yangshan's secret weapon. Leastwise, Guangfu's never had anything like 'em."

"They're stuck with torches or mutated mushrooms for light."

Liang Yuan laughed; as Spirit Jade Island's Island Lord, Wang Ling’Er grasped the value sharp.

Now Liang Yuan added: "Perfect then. Head back, and I'll send folks to transplant some mutated sunflowers your way."

"Thanks, Brother Liang—I'll drink to you." Wang Ling’Er lifted her glass.

Liang Yuan smiled, clinked and downed a glass with her, then said: "Hold up, let's toast proper once the food hits the table."

Next came a feast assault, leaving Wang Ling’Er and crew slack-jawed.

Yangshan overflowed with delicacies—not mere rice and flour, but heaps of seasonings too.

Guangfu had plenty, sure, but in New District lands, they were rarities.

This zone flooded first; such stocks vanished ages ago.

Even Island Lord Wang Ling’Er rarely savored these flavorful sauces.

Maybe humankind's top invention was seasonings.

When it came to chow, they leveled the playing field—no rich-poor divide in flavor.

Rich or poor, everyone savored oil, salt, sauce, vinegar; ingredients varied at most, but taste stayed close.

Post-feast, Liang Yuan guided the group to check the mining zone.

From afar, enchanting melodies drifted from the mining area.

This tune held healing vibes, easing tensions and sparking joy unbidden.

Wang Ling’Er marveled: "Is that Spirit Healing?"

Liang Yuan caught on quick; Meng Youyou must be soothing the wounded miners.

They soon ran into Dong Yan.

Liang Yuan queried: "Youyou singing?"

Dong Yan eyed Wang Ling’Er suspiciously, sensing a rival to Brother Liang's harem, but nodded: "Not only Youyou—Yu Yan too."

"They've teamed up for a Spirit Healing song-and-dance act; crowds love it."

Liang Yuan blinked in surprise: "Yu Yan's there as well?"

"Yep, wanna check it out?" Dong Yan offered at once.

Liang Yuan paused, then nodded: "Ideal timing with Ling’Er and crew here—let's all catch the show."

Wang Ling’Er's bunch buzzed with curiosity, trailing Liang Yuan to the mining spot.

In the mining town, a mini sunroom gleamed.

Beneath a vast bamboo canopy, mutated sunflowers bloomed everywhere; warm sunlight bathed all.

In the sunflower ocean stood a grand stage.

A girl like a Sailor Moon heroine twirled elegantly onstage.

Starlight energy swirled from her, forming glowing butterflies that fluttered to the crowd.

Those brushed by the light butterflies lit up with blissful faces.

Stage-side, Meng Youyou in white sang tenderly.

Her spirit-infused melody flowed like a soothing brook, mending souls.

Liang Yuan eyed Lu Yuyan onstage; she'd shed her old shy shell completely.

The performer glowed with inner poise, a total transformation.

Her cute steps brimmed with pep, like an anime cutie sprung to life.

One look refreshed and energized onlookers.

Liang Yuan grinned wide.

Sensing Liang Yuan's group, Lu Yuyan peeked mid-dance to Meng Youyou's tune.

Spotting him, she froze a beat, cheeks tinting pink.

Yet her moves flowed on; she shifted gracefully, bowing lightly in inviting gesture toward Liang Yuan.

This flowed perfectly into her choreography.

It blended seamless, like always part of the set.

Still, Liang Yuan knew: she beckoned him onstage.

Clueless on dance, Liang Yuan shook his head smiling, waving them on.

Disappointment flickered in Lu Yuyan's gaze, but she beamed anew.

Mr. Liang watched her perform.

So she danced fiercer, bursting with vigor.

Dance done, the audience lingered spellbound in song and sway.

All basked in body-and-soul bliss.

Liang Yuan sensed their healing aura, smile widening.

"The dancing was splendid."

Wang Ling’Er snapped to, praising lavishly.

Wang Yu’Er blurted: "Sis, they're gorgeous. Can we get them to visit Spirit Jade Island awhile?"

Wang Ling’Er glanced at Liang Yuan: "Mr. Liang, possible?"

Liang Yuan smiled: "Ask them yourself."

Wang Ling’Er pondered, then said: "I'll hang in Yangshan a bit, then invite the pair for island gigs."

Liang Yuan nodded smiling: "Not my call—sort it among yourselves."

As they strolled, Liang Yuan saw no war-crush on the people.

Many dove back into rebuilding, quietly restoring homes.

Some shook off old biases, uniting under survival's crush.

Trials faded, leaving not mere scars but wonders too.

Yet Liang Yuan wouldn't forget the pains.

The Three Great Sects would pay dearly!

"Yangshan lacks top experts now; can't stray yet."

"Gotta fast-track genetic species pros to guard us."

"Plus, surge Yangshan's superpower tech."

"Homegrown research drags; snag elite superpower tech from Three Great Sects or military."

This clash exposed Yangshan's edge over Three Great Sects.

Defense stayed feeble.

Key sites needed shields like Spirit Jade Island's giant turtle barrier.

At minimum, hold off genetic species assaults.

"Hey, where's Ding Yan?"

Liang Yuan recalled abruptly; back ages, no Ding Yan sighting!

He turned to Dong Yan: "Yanyan, Ding Yan's whereabouts?"

Dong Yan's lips twitched, she wavered, then: "Sister Ding swore me to silence."

Liang Yuan's brows knit: "What gives?"

His tone sharpened, spooking Dong Yan.

She bit her lip: "Sister Ding joined Li Qinghua hunting genetic mutation beasts. She... she..."

Liang Yuan's face shifted; he pressed: "Spit it out!"

"Said she won't drag you down; aims to power up!"

"Told us zip to you."

Liang Yuan's frown deepened: "Ridiculous! Spill the genetic mutation beasts' spot?"

He'd set safe channels for genetic species hunts—why ghost him!

"No details, but Li Qinghua scouted this one; Ni Qi might know."

Liang Yuan barked: "Fetch Ni Qi—now!"

Dong Yan bobbed: "On it."

She bolted, dodging Liang Yuan's wrath.

Moments later, Ni Qi arrived.

The youth beamed admiration at Liang Yuan: "Mr. Liang, you summoned me?"

"Ni Qi, know Li Qinghua's crew location?"

Ni Qi paused, then nodded: "Yeah, Mr. Liang."

"Lead me there!"

Liang Yuan commanded firmly.