Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!

The mutated Fusang Tree is incredibly important for humanity and cannot be casually handed over to someone driven by greed.

Otherwise, the Fusang Tree would become a tool for some to amass wealth, making humanity work for a few individuals.

This is not what Bai Xiqin wanted to see. She doesn’t possess particularly noble qualities, but she doesn’t want humanity to become strictly ranked because of a single Fusang Tree either.

What she desires is for everyone to have the opportunity to benefit from the Fusang Tree without having to bow and scrape—free of charge.

”Such high-quality ginseng must be mutated ginseng. Where did you get it?”

Zhong Beihai was trembling as he held the ginseng, as if holding the world’s most important treasure.

As a doctor, he clearly understood the medicinal value of this ginseng.

Even if it couldn’t cure the zombie virus, it could be made into a considerable number of medicine pills, which could be used to nourish the elderly.

During times when it is impossible to guarantee consumption, past ailments like obesity and high blood pressure are gradually disappearing.

Malnutrition has become an obstacle for everyone.

Ginseng is a good thing, capable of replenishing the bodies of the frail.

The more Zhong Beihai thought about it, the more excited he became, eager to snatch the ginseng from Bai Anhai’s mouth.

”We found it in a park, dug up some mutated ginseng. Lately, dad’s health hasn’t been good, so we let him eat it like a radish!”

Bai Xiqin said calmly.

”What?”

Zhong Beihai was so shocked he couldn’t speak for half a day, even holding his breath.

Such a fine ginseng, the pills made from it could be distributed to many elderly and children to improve their health.

And it was just eaten like a radish?

Such... a waste of resources!

”Do you still sell your family’s radishes?”

The cold-faced man next to Zhong Beihai suddenly became bashful, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

He had poor vision.

He actually thought Bai Anhai was munching on a radish and felt Elder Zhong was too extravagant to spend a Second Rank Crystal Core on it.

His current emotion was, if possible, he’d sell his five brothers to buy all of the Bai Family’s radishes!

”None left.”

Bai Anhai waved his hand, ate the remainder of the ginseng in one bite, and spread his hands expressionlessly.

Zhong Beihai: ...

Middle-aged man: ...

Eat so much, aren’t you afraid of a nosebleed!

”This thing is too precious. I can’t just take it from you for free. Its value far exceeds a Second Rank Crystal Core; at the very least, it’s worth dozens of Fifth Rank Crystal Cores.”

Zhong Beihai lovingly held the ginseng, continuing,

”Consider these dozens of Fifth Rank Crystal Cores as my debt to you. The Alliance gives me quite a few Cores monthly; I’ll repay you bit by bit.”

”It’s okay, you keep it! It’s more valuable in a doctor’s hands, but we don’t have anymore. If we did, we’d surely give them to you; you could definitely use it to save many lives.”

Bai Anhai said politely.

Seeing Bai Anhai’s polite demeanor, Zhong Beihai exhaled deeply.

Apologies, got a little worked up.

This doesn’t seem like something a person who could swallow half a fine ginseng in one bite would say.

Bai Anhai said so, and Zhong Beihai had no choice but to believe him.

How can a beggar complain about the quality of the meal!

”It’s only right to give it, I get one Fourth Rank Crystal Core from the Alliance each month! I’ll repay bit by bit!” Zhong Beihai said.

Bai Anhai paused, quickly calculating an invisible abacus in his hand.

Zhong Beihai gets twelve Fourth Rank Superpower Users a year.

A Fifth Rank Crystal Core is worth about over a hundred Fourth Rank Crystal Cores.

In other words, ten years for one Fifth Rank Crystal Core.

Dozens of Fifth Rank Crystal Cores... that’s equivalent to dozens of Zombie King heads!

Bai Anhai thought there was no need to demand it.

No need to wait either.

Not to mention whether Bai Anhai himself would live to that age, but Elder Zhong was already in his nineties...

Legally speaking, it could already be considered premeditated fraud.

Bai Anhai practically had sufficient reason and evidence to ensure the old man wouldn’t have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his days.

It’s a pity that, as a big lawyer, there was no opportunity to eloquently argue a case!

”Ahem, don’t worry, I can hold on, definitely won’t go before you.”

Zhong Beihai, noticing Bai Anhai’s gaze, coughed with a hint of embarrassment.

Despite being in his nineties and never having developed a superpower, the world still needed him; he couldn’t die yet. Even if he were to die, he’d wait until humanity’s life returned to calm.

”No, don’t be so insistent.”

Bai Anhai’s lips twitched, hastily waving his hand.

What do you mean ”won’t go before him”?

He’s in his forties, and men in their forties are in their prime!

Moreover, as a High Rank Superpower User, there’s much life left to live!

Almost got sent straight off by Old Sir Zhong!

”Don’t worry, I certainly won’t die!”

Zhong Beihai raised his eyebrows, happily putting the ginseng into his pocket, already planning how to turn the ginseng into medicine pills.

Such a large ginseng, mixed with other medicinal materials, could produce a large pile of medicine pills, immense value!

The group talked as they climbed the mountain, with Zhong Beihai and Bai Yifan becoming the first to run out of energy.

Being a man in his nineties without a superpower, such exertion nearly reached his limits, even if his spirit was much better than many young men, his physical condition was less than those with superpowers.

”Whew—”

Bai Yifan gasped, holding onto Leng Yebai’s backpack, borrowing Leng Yebai’s strength to continue forward.

”Let’s take a break!”

Leng Yebai suddenly stopped.

”Okay!”

As soon as Bai Yifan heard they were taking a break, he plopped onto the ground, leaning against a big tree to enjoy some shade.

The sun filtered through the thick leaves overhead, occasionally casting small specks of light on the ground, lacking the burning feel of the noon sun.

The Bai Family watched as Elder Zhong’s forehead continued to sweat profusely, deciding to rest in place for a while.

”Grandpa Zhong, why are you cherishing the ginseng so much?”

Bai Yifan noticed Zhong Beihai, even though very tired, did not rest immediately but first took out the ginseng from his pocket to make sure it wouldn’t be damaged before sitting down.

He held the ginseng in his hands all the while, gazing at it reverently.

”Ginseng is a good thing; there are many elderly and children in the Alliance who it can help nourish.”

Zhong Beihai said with a smiling face.

This statement sounded official and cliché.

But coming from Old Sir Zhong, it made one feel he would certainly do so.

Without a hint of pretense.

When he spoke, a serene aura seemed to emanate from him.

”Oh.”

Bai Yifan responded, opening his mouth to say something, but left it unsaid.

Zhong Beihai was also an elderly man, but he seemed to have forgotten himself, only thinking of other elderly and children.

”If the cure is developed, will each of us have the chance to use it?”

Leng Yebai glanced at a swaying plant not far away, casually asking.

”Of course, that’s the purpose of us doctors studying the virus.”

Zhong Beihai replied without hesitation.

He was so very tired, wishing to close his eyes and never wake up.

But his mission wasn’t complete; he wished for everyone, every zombie, to consume the cure he developed.

Zhong Beihai, in his aged eyes, gazed steadfastly toward the mountaintop.

Nearly there, so nearly there.

Xiao Zhang had said, follow the Bai Family to the mountaintop and you’ll find the cure.