Chapter 2

The Earth's G-Spot

The Kunlun Mountains were covered in snow, while the grass at the foot of the mountains was lush and green, and a cool breeze blew.

Snowy owls flew proudly between the blue sky and the snow-capped mountains, constantly watching the mountain goats grazing on the cliffs.

If it weren't for the ugly scar nearly twenty meters long on the emerald green grass, this place could be called a paradise on earth.

Neither the snow, the green grass, the cool breeze, nor the snowy owls and mountain goats were particularly important to Yun Chuan, who was diligently digging a geological trench.

Digging a trench twenty meters long, eighty centimeters wide at the top, fifty centimeters wide at the bottom, and eighty centimeters deep was more important to him.

The meaning of three thousand yuan per trench was too important to him; even if it destroyed the paradise-like environment, it wasn't a big deal.

The more trenches he dug, the more three thousand yuan he would earn, and the closer he would be to the wedding he desired.

His fiancée was not a beauty, and her figure was not particularly good, but she was suitable for marriage.

Yun Chuan was not particularly eager for the wedding; he had already done what needed to be done on the wedding night a year ago. The reason he was working hard to earn money for the wedding was merely to satisfy the sense of ceremony for his parents, in-laws, and fiancée.

As for him, no one cared, only whether he could earn more money to decorate a wedding that had little to do with love.

The G-spot for his parents was that as long as their son got married, they had fulfilled their duty as parents.

The G-spot for his in-laws was to marry off their ordinary daughter with great fanfare, so they could feel proud among their relatives and friends.

The G-spot for his fiancée was not on her body but in the beautiful traditional wedding dress.

As for Yun Chuan's G-spot, it was how to satisfy these people's G-spots. Such a G-spot naturally did not excite him in any way; it was just hard labor.

Sometimes he didn't understand why he had to live like this, but there was no answer.

His body couldn't get excited, so working was very tiring, especially in the semi-high altitude area at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains.

The pickaxe broke the virgin soil; what he, the geologist, had to do now was to break this ancient virgin land and see if there were any treasures underground.

The place he was digging was on a cross-section of a deep valley, with nothing special except for the broken rocks.

He was not disappointed.

That's what digging trenches was like; if one out of a hundred trenches had any significance, it was a remarkable achievement.

As the trench was about to be completed, Yun Chuan looked up at the towering Kunlun Mountains that seemed to have no end, then at the earth he had broken, gritted his teeth, and raised the pickaxe to strike down heavily.

"Thud—"

The pickaxe struck as if it had hit a giant drum, and a desolate drum sound echoed. The pickaxe bounced high and flew out of Yun Chuan's hands, passing by his ear and disappearing.

Before Yun Chuan could celebrate, he found that his hands had been turned into a bloody mist by the visible sound waves.

The tingling sensation had just reached his brain when his body exploded into a larger cloud of blood mist.

Before his eyes turned to powder, he seemed to see the snow-covered Kunlun Mountains turn golden, and a majestic palace appeared faintly.