Qian Ling entered her space during the second power outage and spent the entire night there. The "Qian Ling Jue" was already in her sea of consciousness, and she just needed to cultivate according to the method.
In the study, she was fortunate to find a bottle of Marrow Cleansing Pills, which were specially left behind by immortals to help later generations cultivate smoothly. There were only six pills, suggesting they were very precious.
With the apocalypse upon her and being in a foreign country, Qian Ling was extremely anxious, but she knew she had to stay calm and think things through step by step. Therefore, improving her strength and ensuring her own safety were of utmost importance.
She still had her most beloved and important family to protect, so she couldn't afford to be weak or discouraged. She had to charge forward bravely and resolutely, with the main goal of returning safely to her homeland.
Without any hesitation, Qian Ling immediately took a Marrow Cleansing Pill. After enduring inhuman torment and pain, she succeeded in cleansing her marrow. Then, she capitalized on the momentum and used the spiritual energy in her space to awaken the "Qian Ling Jue." Finally, as the sun rose the next day, she successfully guided Qi into her body and stepped onto the path of cultivation.
After cleaning herself in the space and putting on a disguise, she left the space. She smoothly received many supplies ordered the previous day. The modified vehicles and her custom-made special protective suit would arrive in the afternoon, while the weapons and a batch of military supplies had to wait another day for delivery—by tomorrow evening.
When the dead of night came again, twelve modified vehicles—including off-road vehicles, minivans, and small trucks—were delivered to the warehouse. After successfully receiving them, Qian Ling stored these heavily armored vehicles into her space's storage room, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
In the apocalypse, even if she had never eaten pork, she had at least seen pigs run. In this age of widespread information and advanced networks, apocalyptic novels and movies were abundant. So people weren't completely ignorant about the apocalypse; even if those were fiction, there must be similarities. Hence, having powerful transportation was an essential tool for survival!
This was the main reason she prioritized vehicles right after weapons.
After receiving some of the main camping supplies and part of the food supplies—though some were delayed and some didn't arrive on time—she accepted whatever came. After all, something was better than nothing.
Then, large quantities of long-term storable compressed foods, canned vegetarian foods, seeds, saplings, and poultry arrived one after another. Qian Ling felt a bit more at ease. Relatively speaking, M country's credit system and logistics speed were not bad.
Although the supplies were not vast in quantity, as long as the seeds arrived, she could plant them in her space. Even if the apocalypse came, food, fruits, and vegetables would grow continuously in her space, so there was nothing to worry about.
Since she chose 24-hour delivery, Qian Ling had no rest. Over a dozen container trucks carrying various foods, clothing, daily necessities, electrical appliances, and farm equipment had all arrived.
Because she had paid the container usage fees, the trucks simply dropped the containers off in the storage warehouse and drove away with the cabs, saving a lot of loading and unloading time. Fortunately, she had rented a high-priced port transit warehouse, so the frequent delivery trucks didn't attract attention.
Qian Ling was busy all night without a break. The next day, she continued to receive gourmet food ordered from various restaurants and supplies from some stores. Combined with the modified vehicles received earlier, the storage room in her space had absorbed so many supplies without any noticeable change. She was thrilled—truly a super divine artifact!
The sun rose and set, and night came again on schedule.
Two box trucks slowly drove into the storage warehouse. Qian Ling had finally received the heavy military firearms and other supplies she had ordered.
The weapons and ammunition, worth 1.3 billion, were of many types, mainly firearms, sniper rifles, explosives, and rocket launchers. The quantity was large. A dozen masked men deftly detached the cargo containers from the truck cabs. Qian Ling opened the containers and carefully inspected the goods.
Her fluent M country language and bold, decisive demeanor made the deliverymen not dare to underestimate her. In particular, she was wearing a state-of-the-art close-fitting protective suit. From the outside, it looked like ordinary leather, but ordinary sharp cold weapons could hardly cut through it. This suit was so rare that it had a price but no market.
The suit used the most advanced technology: warm in winter, cool in summer, comfortable and breathable, water-resistant, and even safe for brief passage through fire. Just this suit alone was extremely expensive.
Without any cover, Qian Ling openly displayed the holster on her waist, the dagger strapped to her thigh, and the high-end walkie-talkie on her shoulder. She faced the weapon deliverymen alone, calm and unruffled.
For a descendant of the Qian family, obtaining legal and self-defense firearms and some high-end military equipment was not difficult, especially since M country allowed gun ownership to a certain extent.
Moreover, Qian Ling was not a poor wreck as Qian Jingyao had sneered. On the contrary, she was not short of money thanks to a skill of hers. This outfit was one she had accumulated and purchased over the years for self-defense. When she left the school, she took it out of her dormitory safe, and now it came in handy.
Furthermore, because she had undergone marrow cleansing and begun cultivating the "Qian Ling Jue," she had been reborn, exuding an inexplicable aura and pressure from within. When she released a bit of her spiritual sense, her entire presence became exceptionally sharp.
The empty warehouse was pitch black, with only a generator powering a few spotlights illuminating the area near the entrance. Thus, the men did not know what the rest of the warehouse held or whether there were any ambushes. They were also speculating about the identity of Qian Ling, who was wearing night-vision goggles.
However, seeing that she dared to receive the goods alone as a woman, they knew she was not to be trifled with. Qian Ling used her laptop to connect to the still-functioning satellites and paid the remaining balance. The arms dealers quickly left.
After storing the weapons in her space, Qian Ling removed all her gear, threw on a lightweight black tracksuit over it, and drove a modified off-road vehicle toward the port.
It was now the dead of night. Due to the widespread power outages, the view was pitch black. The few lights still on were powered by backup generators supporting critical units and equipment.
Because of the strange weather over the past two days and the late hour, there were few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, a few cars inched along in the darkness. In the distance, the occasional horn of cargo ships could still be heard at the port. Searchlights powered by backup electricity illuminated the port, but few workers remained; most areas were shrouded in darkness.
Qian Ling parked her car in a dark spot, stored it in her space, and slowly approached the port wearing night-vision goggles. As her figure moved, many excellent private yachts, speedboats, and small cargo ships moored at the port disappeared.
She slipped into an area dense with shipping containers, carefully examined the markings on several containers, and selected a container from a food company to store in her space. Sending her spiritual sense into the space's storage, which still showed no change, she excitedly selected several more extra-large containers and stored them all. Only then, satisfied, she swiftly left.
Returning to the main road hidden in a corner, she retrieved her car, agilely got in, and drove toward the airport along the predetermined route.