That's right, I am indeed this cunning.

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The night was shrouded in a hazy darkness.

A lone figure moved swiftly through the shadows.

Indeed—

That figure was Qin Xiaofan.

His pace was rapid, reminiscent of a leopard, surging forward in silence and with fierce determination.

Guided by the radar in his mind, Qin Xiaofan gradually halted in front of a statue.

At a glance, it was a young woman with long hair, dressed in a light sports outfit that accentuated her flawless figure.

But such things held no interest for Qin Xiaofan at this moment.

He had far more pressing matters to attend to.

“My apologies…”

Qin Xiaofan spoke to the statue with genuine regret.

Without hesitation, he hoisted the statue onto his shoulder and ran toward the nearest lake.

Beside the lake, Qin Xiaofan heaved the statue into the water.

He did not linger.

Following the radar’s guidance, he moved quickly to the next statue.

This time, it was a middle-aged man in a tailored suit.

Again, Qin Xiaofan murmured an apology to the statue.

He carried it to a nearby deep pit and, with no second thought, hurled it in.

Then, with all possible speed, he buried the pit.

When the work was done, Qin Xiaofan exhaled slowly.

According to the radar, there were five superhumans above Class A in the area; now, two had been dealt with.

Qin Xiaofan dared not pause, hurrying toward his next target.

He had to hide all the statues of superhumans above Class A before dawn!

Yes—

Hide them!

This was the monumental decision Qin Xiaofan had reached after a sleepless night of contemplation.

The human heart is the hardest thing to predict.

For now, Qin Xiaofan could keep the group in check, but only because he was currently the strongest.

What about the future?

He was now a Class C superhuman, and with the enhancement of the radiant energy within him, he was confident he could handle someone at Class B.

But when it came to Class A, he had no assurance at all.

If the group ever included someone stronger than him, could he continue to act with such authority?

The answer was no!

Worse, his own safety would be in jeopardy; he might even become someone else’s blood bank…

If he were to personally revive every statue, this precaution would be unnecessary.

But Qin Xiaofan had other plans—

Starting tomorrow, he would distribute his blood to others, letting them handle the revival of statues for him.

Therefore!

He had decided to temporarily hide all statues of superhumans above Class A.

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Indeed!

He freely admitted to being so devious.

The era had changed; there was no point pretending to be noble and upright.

Survival was paramount—nothing else mattered!

In a world without any rules or constraints, power determined everything. Only the strongest could be assured of their safety.

One wrong step, and it would be a plunge into the abyss.

Not to mention, there was no guarantee that these revived Class A superhumans would willingly obey Qin Xiaofan.

If any of them turned out to be members of the opposition, it could spell his doom.

Thus, hiding these Class A and above superhumans until his own strength surpassed theirs before reviving them was the wisest course.

Call it selfish, call it shameless.

In the darkness, Qin Xiaofan’s eyes shone with resolve.

With the key to humanity’s revival in his hands, he had every right to maximize his own security.

…

Time crept by.

The statues of Class A superhumans were either sunk to the bottom of lakes or buried deep underground by Qin Xiaofan.

As night gradually faded, Qin Xiaofan carried the last Class A statue and threw it off a bottomless cliff.

Thud!

A muffled sound echoed from below.

Qin Xiaofan scratched his head. “It shouldn’t break, right…”

After all, the statues were protected by some mysterious force and couldn’t be destroyed—he had already tested this thoroughly.

He glanced up at the sky and quickly returned to his base.

There was still one important task left.

Dawn had not yet broken; except for Xiaoyan, who was on night watch, everyone else was still asleep.

Seeing Qin Xiaofan return, Xiaoyan breathed a sigh of relief but remained puzzled about what he’d been doing in the dead of night.

Qin Xiaofan gestured for silence.

Then he beckoned Xiaoyan over.

Puzzled, Xiaoyan silently followed.

Beneath a grove of bamboo, Qin Xiaofan stopped.

The bamboo of this era was different—each stalk as thick as a tree, clearly mutated.

Qin Xiaofan drew his blade.

Under Xiaoyan’s astonished gaze, a bamboo as thick as a barrel toppled.

He cut off a segment to make a water container.

Then, he cut smaller bamboo stalks, fashioning a pile of cup-like vessels.

Gradually, Xiaoyan understood.

This was—

To prepare the liquid for reviving statues!

The bamboo forest was dense, and near it was a small pond. Qin Xiaofan filled half the bucket with water.

Then, carrying the bucket, he found a secluded spot with only a small opening.

“Huohuo, keep watch for me.”

Xiaoyan nodded earnestly, guarding the entrance and watching for any disturbance.

Qin Xiaofan took a deep breath.

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This step was crucial.

If possible, Qin Xiaofan would have preferred not to reveal that his blood could revive people—such secrecy would spare him endless trouble.

But how could he prevent others from noticing?

The only way was to muddy the water…

As long as the liquid contained a certain amount of his blood, no matter what else it held, it would be effective for reviving statues.

He had confirmed this repeatedly with the system.

Qin Xiaofan cut his palm and let the blood drip into the water.

The blood spread, quickly dyeing the bucket red.

Next, he had to make the liquid murky enough that no one could detect the blood.

First, mask the scent.

Qin Xiaofan took off his shoe.

After half a month unwashed, he soaked his foot in the bloodied water.

Xiaoyan was utterly dumbfounded by the sight.

Now for the color.

Qin Xiaofan produced a heap of grass he had prepared, twisted it into cords, and squeezed out a torrent of green juice into the blood.

Instantly, the color of the mixture became bizarre.

Still not enough.

He added a handful of black stone powder.

After a moment’s thought, Qin Xiaofan loosened his belt, took out his member, and added a steaming stream of pale yellow liquid to the mix…

Xiaoyan, keeping watch, was left speechless.

Qin Xiaofan stirred the concoction with a branch.

Gradually, the liquid turned a strange brown.

He sniffed it.

“Ugh—”

Qin Xiaofan nearly retched.

The stench was absolutely revolting!

Satisfied, he nodded. “If anyone can still tell there’s my blood in this, I have nothing more to say…”

He beckoned to Xiaoyan.

“Huohuo, I’m counting on you.”

Xiaoyan pulled a face of utter misery.

After much hesitation, he reluctantly picked up the bucket, held his breath, and carried it back to the camp.

Qin Xiaofan carefully erased all traces of his activity.

He gathered up the bamboo containers he had made, and just then noticed that the cut on his palm had already healed.

He was stunned.

How could the wound heal so quickly…

Could it be that the white radiance had not only strengthened his body, but also accelerated his self-healing abilities?