Zhou Wen was somewhat surprised. He had heard of the Sun Strafe Art before. It was an Epic cultivation technique that was in no way inferior to the Invincible Connate Divine Art. In comparison, the Sun Strafe Art was even more precious.
After all, the Invincible Connate Divine Art had harsh cultivation requirements, but the Sun Strafe Art didn't have many requirements. As long as one was willing to put in the hard work, even someone with mediocre talent would have a certain level of success.
Furthermore, the Sun Strafe Art was a Primordial Energy Art with strong offensive capabilities. It was much more popular than the Invincible Connate Divine Art that was mainly used to strengthen one's physique.
However, according to what Zhou Wen knew, the Sun Strafe Art was a Primordial Energy Art unique to a bigwig in the League. Apart from the bigwig's descendants, no one else had a chance of obtaining the Sun Strafe Art.
Why does Dad have the Sun Strafe Art? It's most likely obtained through the An family's influence, right? Zhou Wen guessed inwardly.
Zhou Wen didn't reject the Sun Strafe Art because of such a guess. Since Zhou Lingfeng had given it to him, even if he had borrowed the An family's influence, Zhou Lingfeng had to have paid the price. Since he had paid the price, Zhou Wen naturally had no reason to reject it. He couldn't let Zhou Lingfeng down.
After all, apart from his living expenses, Zhou Lingfeng had only given him a limited number of things since he was young. He could count them on his fingers.
At least he didn't forget about his son. Zhou Wen didn't immediately look at the Sun Strafe Art. Instead, he switched off the computer, pulled out the USB drive, and prepared to get something to eat.
Cultivating a Primordial Energy Art wasn't something that could be done overnight. Even if he already had a foundation of 9 Primordial Energy and cultivating other Primordial Energy Arts was faster, it wasn't something that could be mastered in half a month. There was no need to rush it.
When he opened the refrigerator, he realized that there was nothing left inside. Looking at the cardboard box in the corner of the living room, there wasn't even a packet of instant noodles inside.
Zhou Wen hesitated for a moment and gave up on ordering takeout. He washed his face, changed his clothes, and prepared to head out to get something to eat. He also planned on buying some food.
At eight or nine in the evening, there were very few pedestrians on the streets.
When he was young, Zhou Wen had heard from his grandfather that before the dimensional storms, even a small city like Guide City would be brightly lit in the middle of the night. Nowadays, such scenes were rare.
The streetlights were a little dim, making Zhou Wen feel uncomfortable. His anemia seemed to be worsening.
During this period of time, he had consumed too much blood. Fortunately, he was young enough and his body was strong enough. If he was an old man, his body's hematopoietic function would definitely not be able to keep up with the blood consumption.
"I'll buy some brown sugar at the supermarket later. I'll boil some brown sugar water to drink. I hope it'll be useful," Zhou Wen muttered to himself.
He also knew that it wouldn't be of much use. Even if he went to the hospital to see a doctor, it wouldn't solve his actual problem.
To truly resolve the problem of excessive blood loss, there was only one way — to reduce the blood-colored avatar's death in-game. As long as the blood-colored avatar didn't die, he wouldn't have to waste his blood.
"Cough cough!" As Zhou Wen walked, he heard a man cough in front of him. He looked up and saw an old man walking over with a hunched back. He had his head lowered and one hand was placed in front of his mouth as he coughed from time to time.
Zhou Wen thought nothing of it and continued walking forward. However, to his surprise, the elder fell to the ground with a plop when he was less than three meters away from him.
"Uncle, are you alright?" Zhou Wen walked over to check on the elder.
The elder seemed incorporeal as he sat on the ground, unable to get up. He said weakly, "I'm fine. It's just that I'm old and have more illnesses. I'm useless. I'll be fine after some rest."
"Then let me help you to the side." Zhou Wen saw a bus stop not far away. There were benches for passengers to rest on while waiting for the bus.
The elder nodded. Zhou Wen reached out to hold his arm and helped him sit on the bench.
Zhou Wen habitually sized up the elder. He looked to be in his seventies or eighties. His hair was gray and his face was covered in wrinkles. However, from his thin cheeks and facial features, he was likely a handsome man when he was young.
Zhou Wen felt some pity for him. An elder of his age was considered the most tragic generation.
When the dimensional storms subsided, it caused huge chaos. Those ten years were the most chaotic and darkest period in human history.
And the source of this chaos wasn't the terrifying dimensional creatures, but humans themselves.
Most dimensional creatures were unable to rush out of the dimensional zones. Therefore, apart from the regions that were originally invaded by the dimensional zones, humans in other regions weren't in too much danger.
However, when humans discovered that they could use dimensional crystals to become superhumans, many humans who had obtained strength revealed the darkest and most terrifying side of humans.
In that turbulent and dark era, there were many demons and ambitious people who made people tremble in fear. Humans killed each other, and it could be described as a bloodbath.
At the elder's age, he had lived through that dark era. His age had already exceeded the golden age of cultivation. Furthermore, that era didn't have such stable education and resources. Most men of his age didn't cultivate much. Even if they did, their achievements would be very limited.
Not dying in that dark and chaotic era and being lucky to live to this day wasn't something to be happy about.
This was because humans who cultivated from a young age not only had strong immunity and were rarely sick, but they also aged relatively slowly. Their lifespans were extended to a certain extent, far from what the elders of that era could compare with.
Now, many humans in their forties or fifties looked like they were in their twenties or thirties.
Even if they grew old in the future and reached the elder's age, they wouldn't be as weak and sickly as the elder.
"Uncle, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first." Zhou Wen prepared to leave when he saw that the elder's condition had improved.
"Young man, it's fate that we met. Can you accompany me for a chat?" the elder looked at Zhou Wen with his turbid eyes as he said weakly.
"I don't know how to chat." Zhou Wen wasn't rejecting the elder, but he really didn't know how to chat.
"It's fine. Let me ask you a few questions." The elder revealed a smile, but he immediately coughed again.
"Go ahead," Zhou Wen said as he stood in front of the bench.
He usually gamed and seldom interacted with others. Having someone willing to chat with him didn't seem like a bad thing.
Of course, the premise was that the elder's question wasn't too difficult for Zhou Wen to answer.
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