346: Chapter 346 Room 015 Strange Activity

The Ark continued to orbit.

The door to Room No. 15 was closed.

The white crystal stone in Qin Lin's pocket was warm, not glowing.

Qing He was still not pregnant, but she was not anxious.

Qin Lin stood on the Observation Tower, watching the gray, hazy planet outside the window.

Inside The Ark behind him, people were laughing, children were crying, and women were cooking.

He reached out and touched the white crystal stone in his pocket; it was warm.

...

On the day the mist in Room No. 15 completely dissipated, The Ark was turning from the day side of the planet to the night side.

The land outside the window changed from gray-white to black, with only the sporadic bright spots in the distance being the spiritual fires of Cultivators.

Qin Lin was looking at the star map in the Bridge when the white crystal stone in his pocket suddenly became scorching hot.

It was not just warm, but hot; he could feel it through his pants.

He took the crystal stone out of his pocket and held it in his palm.

The crystal stone was glowing, not with the previous faint light like charcoal, but with a bright, blinding light like a small sun.

The light surged from within the crystal stone, illuminating the entire Bridge.

Qin Lin stood up, walked quickly out of the Bridge, crossed the corridor, and arrived at the door of Room No. 15.

The door was closed, but the light leaking from the door gap was brighter than the crystal stone in his hand.

He reached out and pushed the door open.

The room was so white it looked like it was covered in snow.

Everything was glowing—the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and the woman on the bed.

She lay there, her body wrapped in a layer of intense white light, like a cocoon in the process of hatching.

Qin Lin stood at the doorway, holding the crystal stone in his hand.

The light from the crystal stone merged with the light in the room, making it impossible to distinguish which was emitted from the crystal stone and which was emitted from the woman.

The woman's eyelids on the bed were moving.

It was not the slight, barely perceptible tremor from before, but a distinct, forceful effort as if she were about to open them.

Her fingers were moving, curling and uncurling one by one.

Her lips were moving, opening and closing, as if she were saying something.

Qin Lin walked in, squatted by the bed, and placed the crystal stone next to her pillow.

The moment the crystal stone touched the pillow, the light became even brighter.

Han Qing went in once a day to check and record the data of the woman's vital signs.

Breathing, heartbeat, body temperature, spiritual energy fluctuations—every single one was slowly but continuously rising.

Previously, her breathing was very light, almost imperceptible; now, the rise and fall of her chest was much greater, like a person surfacing from deep water.

Her heartbeat had increased from fifty beats per minute to sixty, her body temperature had risen from thirty-six point five degrees to thirty-seven degrees, and the spiritual energy fluctuations had changed from almost zero to a stable, continuous flow of energy.

Han Qing showed the data to Qin Lin. Qin Lin looked at it for a long time and asked, "When will she wake up?"

Han Qing shook her head. "I don't know."

Qin Lin would go to sit in Room No. 15 for a while every night.

He would bring the white crystal stone and place it by the woman's pillow.

The crystal stone would emit a faint light, with a flickering frequency consistent with her breathing.

When she inhaled, the crystal light was brighter; when she exhaled, it was dimmer.

He sat by the bed, looking at her face; her face was still so white, so exquisite, and so unreal.

Her eyelashes were long, the Bridge of her nose was high, and her lips were pale in color.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked softly.

No one answered him.

The Ark had been sailing on the outskirts of the Tianxuan Galaxy for a long time, circling this cultivation planet over and over again.

The scanning array could detect new survivors every day; Qin Lin sent out probes to investigate every day, and every week, one or two new passengers would be brought on board.

There were more and more passengers on The Ark, and more and more children as well.

Qin An was already two years old; he could run, jump, and talk.

His favorite thing was to chase Qin Yuan in the corridor; Qin Yuan ran in front, he chased from behind, and Qin Yue followed behind them, with the voices of the three children echoing in the corridor.

Qin Xu could say more and more words.

He could call for Mom, Dad, Grandma, and Big Sister.

The Big Sister was Qin Nian, Su Yuling's daughter.

Qin Nian was younger than him, but he called her Big Sister because she was born before him.

Qin Xu liked Qin Nian very much and often shared his toys with her.

Qin Nian did not know how to play with toys; she would only put the toys in her mouth to taste them.

Qin Xu watched her taste them and followed suit, and the two of them chewed on the same toy together.

Days on The Ark passed day by day.

Qin Lin was very busy every day; during the day, he handled affairs of The Ark, received new passengers, and arranged accommodation, and at night, he went to the rooms of Qing Yue, Hong Yao, and Qing He.

Their conception windows had passed several rounds, but the System had never given a prompt.

Qin Lin was not anxious, and neither were they.

Qing Yue said, "What is meant to come will come," Hong Yao said, "Is there something wrong with my body?" and Qing He said, "Let nature take its course."

Qin Lin felt that Qing He was right: let nature take its course.

The Ark was not short on time, and neither was he.

That night, Qin Lin was checking route data in the Bridge.

On the holographic screen, the star map of the outer region of the Tianxuan Galaxy was slowly rotating.

He had already traveled through all the habitable points in this area, and the survivors who met the scoring requirements had basically all been brought on board.

The number of female Cultivators from the Cultivation World on The Ark had increased from the initial three to hundreds now.

Qin Lin leaned back in his chair, looking at the star map, thinking about the next step of his plan.

Just as he was about to turn off the screen, the System popped up a notification.

[System Notification: Abnormal energy fluctuations in Room No. 15, it is recommended to go and check.]

Qin Lin's hand paused above the control console.

He stood up and walked quickly out of the Bridge.

The corridor was very quiet, and the night lights had been dimmed.

He walked to the door of Room No. 15; the door was closed, but white light leaked from the door gap—not the faint, breathing-like light, but an intense, blinding light that illuminated the entire corridor as if it were day.

He pushed the door open.

The woman on the bed was still sleeping, but her body was glowing. It was not the light of spiritual energy, but another kind of purer, more ancient radiance, like the core of a star.

The radiance spread from her chest, flowing over her shoulders, arms, waist, and legs, illuminating the entire room brightly.

The white crystal stone was glowing violently by her pillow, its light synchronized with her breathing, but the frequency was much faster than before.

Qin Lin walked to the bedside and squatted down, looking at her.

Her eyelids were moving, not the unconscious tremor, but as if she were dreaming, her eyeballs rotating rapidly beneath her eyelids.

Her lips were also moving, slightly opening and closing, as if saying something, but there was no sound.

Her fingers gently curled on the sheets, then relaxed, then curled again.

Han Qing ran over from the other end of the corridor, holding a stethoscope.

She squatted by the bed, placed the stethoscope against the woman's chest, listened for a long time, and then lifted the woman's eyelid to check her pupils.

"She seems to be waking up."

Han Qing's voice was very soft, but very certain.

"Her consciousness is recovering, and her body is also recovering; her body is adjusting."

Qin Lin looked at the woman on the bed; her eyelids were moving more and more frequently, and the range of her finger curling was becoming larger and larger.

Her lips opened and closed; this time he heard a sound, very, very soft, like a leaf falling on the surface of the water.