bestfiction Chapter 397
Chapter 397
Zhong Ming spent a boring month in solitary confinement. During that time, he was afraid of being watched and dared not take out the black scroll. He could only engage in the same boring cultivation day after day.
For some reason, based on past experience, the mother and child swords, after such a long period of "co-cultivation," should have improved their magical artifacts by at least one grade, but they showed no signs of improvement.
But if it is a spiritual artifact, then the rate at which it consumes spiritual energy is too slow.
The spiritual energy entered the sword from the left toe and exited from the right toe, then entered from the left finger and exited from the right finger. One cycle of the twelve meridians was equivalent to someone else traversing nineteen meridians, making it highly efficient.
Furthermore, the advantage of this cultivation method is that his "talent for cultivating immortality" does not depend on his talent, because he has no talent and no spiritual root at all.
The speed of cultivation depends on the dragon vein, the grade of the treasure, the surrounding spiritual energy... but not on him.
These leisurely days, day after day, are precisely what normal cultivators desire most.
Zhong Ming laid out several spirit stones to provide some spiritual energy to this almost spiritless area. He counted the pills in the bottle and sighed at how much cultivation costs; it was really too expensive.
In just one month, most of the pills have been used up.
Last time I was in solitary confinement, Sister 01 came over to give me some silver needles to rub it. Now I guess she was scared by the "silver needle strike" last time and doesn't dare to come again.
It's going too far to not even have anyone deliver food. I haven't committed any heinous crime. Just because I'm of a higher moral character, does that mean I won't get food?
You didn't even give me the fasting pill!
Another month passed like this, and as his inventory was about to run out, he began banging on the door violently.
"Is this ever going to end? They're not even going to try or sentence me! Are they trying to starve me to death?!"
He yelled and shouted, finally attracting the attention of a soldier.
The kind-hearted soldier asked his supervisor, who replied, "Damn, I forgot he's still locked up inside."
Ten minutes later, the bell rang again.
"What exactly happened? Has the matter been investigated? You've detained me for so long, give me an explanation! If you don't, I'll sleep in the central command tent!"
Zhong Ming acted as if he were going to throw a tantrum in the battalion commander's bedroom. It was obvious that the deputy captain he was dealing with was not familiar with Zhong Ming. If the deputy captain had just said that he would give up all the military merit points he had promised, Zhong Ming would have happily gone back to sleep.
There's been a bit of a situation at the camp; we'll let you know later.
"What nonsense! The cannon explosion incident has been going on for over a month and it's still not resolved? That's incredibly inefficient. If you can release me, you must have found the real culprit, right? Still can't get it sorted out?"
“No, fellow Daoist,” the man revealed a chilling situation, “almost all the captains are seriously injured, and during this time, political efficiency…”
"Almost all?"
"To be precise, all the captains except you." That person is now also an acting captain, and he came to pick him up from prison in person, which is theoretically a great honor for Zhong Ming.
Zhong Ming immediately tensed up, "Were you attacked? What are the casualties?"
"Casualties...not high, it was just...a martial arts contest. Oh, right! The contest was held in your castle, so the logistics staff suffered more casualties."
At first, the person considered whether to tell him in a gentler way, but then thought that since he couldn't hide it from him anyway, he should know what he needed to know, so he simply gave up.
Zhong Ming's face darkened. "Tell me the details."
"Only cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage are qualified to know about this matter."
"Where's the battalion commander?"
"The battalion commander is busy; he has to manage everything in the entire battalion all by himself now."
Zhong Ming resisted the urge to immediately go find the battalion commander. "Alright, I understand. I'll go back to the castle and check the situation first."
After a short while, Zhong Ming arrived at the foot of the ruins.
There was a lot of scaffolding outside, and there were several huge cracks in the castle walls, which looked frightening. The top two floors were almost completely cut off, leaving only a stone pillar standing alone.
The sixth floor of the castle suddenly transformed into an open-air balcony, an open pavilion, and a “castle ceiling” with pits at every step.
The wall was mostly broken, and through the broken holes, you could vaguely see a few workers listlessly moving things.
One of them stared blankly out of the cave, lost in thought. When someone called him, he snapped out of his reverie, glanced around, and suddenly noticed Zhong Ming.
"Don't shout, don't shout! Look, isn't that Lord Cuihong?"
"Ah, right! It's Lord Cuihong, I'll go call the boss."
Everyone quickly ran down, but the energetic look they had a month ago was gone. Some people were too afraid to see the bell ring, hiding behind the door or at the back of the crowd, peeking out furtively. Some ran directly through the hole the castle had been blown open. Others mustered their courage and came forward, their faces stiff.
Their leader, who was also the deputy captain of the engineering team who had contacted Zhong Ming earlier, hesitated for a long time before stepping forward with an embarrassed look on his face.
"Lord Cuihong, I'm so sorry, we haven't finished repairing the castle yet."
"No need for repairs. Stop now and tell me what happened."
"Sir, do you mean to start from...?"
Zhong Ming touched the seemingly intact city bricks, but they were actually riddled with cracks. The bricks on the first floor were in such a state that the repairs here were almost like a complete reconstruction.
"From the moment the cannon exploded, after the fire was put out, Fang Qianqian's sister threw me into solitary confinement. I'll settle the score with her later."
"You mean, the battalion commander's wife? She's also seriously injured... Oh, a few days after the explosion, the battalion commander of the 135th Battalion came to provoke us, wanting to have a captain-level arena match, and then forcibly occupied this castle. The battalion commander's wife immediately led the captains of each team to forcibly expel them, but who knew that the seemingly lone battalion commander had used some means to hide all the Foundation Establishment stage experts under his command by his side, and launched a sudden attack while the battalion commander's wife was attacking..."
Zhong Ming frowned repeatedly as he listened. Could such a thing really be allowed? A sneak attack before the assessment?
"Although the captains fought desperately, the battalion commander was not at the camp at that time, and we were ambushed, so we were at a disadvantage. In the end, I heard that the battalion commander's wife charged towards the other side in a suicide attack, which drove them away."
"It is said that?"
“I was unconscious at the foot of the castle… Look, right there.” He pointed to the main street outside the castle gate, where the bloodstains had long been wiped away by the dust, and whatever happened a month ago was now completely gone.