bestfiction Chapter 393 Old Guo's Kindness
Chapter 393 Old Guo's Kindness
An hour later.
These simple-minded yet cunning people lay on the ground, groaning and crying out.
Zhong Ming said that these people's ideas about combat were so simple that they were hard to look at. Perhaps they had been in the Flame Wolf Army for too long and had become accustomed to the scene of the enemy being blown to pieces when the cannons fired. To them, it seemed that fighting was just a group of people carrying weapons and charging forward. If they couldn't win, they would run back and wait for the cultivators behind them to condense a powerful spell and throw it out.
In the first round, because everyone rushed to Zhong Ming's side, no one protected the cultivators who were charging up their power behind them. Zhong Ming used his speed advantage to "kill" those "great sorcerers" and then defeated them one by one.
The second round featured players who had practiced all day the previous day. They formed a sturdy wall around the "Great Sorcerer," but the tall, imposing front-line warriors completely blocked the view, forcing the players behind to lift the "Great Sorcerer" up so he could aim.
Zhong Ming saw a bald man emerge from the crowd and "finished" him with a single sword strike.
There has been some progress, but not much.
After repeating this for several days, Zhong Ming realized that doing so would delay his cultivation.
It's not that training with them takes too much time, but training them really affects my mindset. It takes even longer to enter a meditative state because as soon as I sit down, I unconsciously start recalling one bizarre question after another, and my mindset can't calm down for a long time.
'Was Instructor Xueyan like this when she first started teaching us?' This thought flashed through his mind for a moment before disappearing.
'At least I'm not that clueless.' He reassured himself, calmed down, and prepared to cultivate. But just as he got his power flowing, there was some noise outside the door.
Upon opening it, I found it contained commands.
He had previously reported to the battalion commander his requests to train temporary "militia" to fill the gaps in the Third Guard's combat capabilities and to train logistics workers.
I suppose everyone agrees.
Zhong Ming opened the battalion commander's response with great interest, his expression gradually becoming strange.
The battalion commander agreed to his request, and then... gave him a whole host of tasks.
In short, after intense and continuous discussions among the high-ranking officers of the 134th Battalion of the Flame Wolf Army, mainly involving a heated debate between the two strongest Foundation Establishment stage cultivators in bed, it was decided to select representative figures from the two battalions.
Chi Tong, a genius who broke through the Foundation Establishment stage extremely quickly and was exceptionally admitted to the military academy, was regarded as a key figure in propaganda outside the camp, while Zhong Ming was a key figure in propaganda within the camp.
Use your "personal charisma" to quickly unite these "scattered soldiers" of the Flame Wolf Army. The glory of the 134th Battalion depends on you!
Quickly raise your cultivation level! Quickly gather your forces! The time has come, so don't hesitate, start the rebellion!
If you take over the camp, I'll get a promotion! I might even become a staff officer in the regiment!
In short, Zhong Ming, having spent so many days in the camp, would often forget that he had joined the Flame Wolf Army, not just an artillery battalion. The Flame Wolf Army truly regarded him as a reserve senior officer, the battalion commander of the 134th Battalion. To get such a good thing, as long as Zhong Ming didn't die and successfully broke through to the next realm, would be a great achievement for him, and he would be promoted to a higher position.
The more Zhong Ming looked, the more he felt something was wrong, as if he had taken on a heavy burden. To be precise, he suddenly realized this.
He took a deep breath, glanced around his quiet room to make sure no one was around, then roared to the sky, "Battalion Commander! I'll f*** you!!!"
.....
Amidst the sea of clouds and the constant rumble of thunder, only a small section of the inner city remained above the clouds, where several powerful figures stood gazing into the distance.
"Old Guo, when are you going to catch another golden bream so we can have a taste?" The speaker was none other than the "ethereal and otherworldly" bandit from before. After Zhong Ming caught the golden bream and cooked it, he rushed down and ate it without any hesitation.
The monk called "Old Guo" had a graceful figure and looked exactly like a woman, and her voice was also pleasant to hear.
"If you're craving something, go fishing yourself."
"No, I mean, is there anything as good as last time? Just grabbing a golden wind and finding a hook in the sea of clouds to hang on, it's a very simple thing. I can do it a hundred or eighty times a day. I can eat a meal after just a few hours. I'm very patient and can wait."
"Patience? If you had patience, you would have become a god long ago." The moment "Old Guo" replied, his entire body underwent a tremendous change, transforming into a white-haired "little old man" who looked like a child.
"Hey, what's that kid's background? Why does he need such special treatment? Why not just give him two bottles of pills? Why force them into Huang Jinfeng's body and let him eat fish and meat?"
Old Guo snorted coldly, "At your age, you've wasted all your cultivation? I really don't know how you haven't been scammed out of your life, being so carefree. Look at that kid, he sold all the pills others gave him to the military merit point exchange and bought another bottle. You expect him to suddenly appear and give him a bottle of pills and then eat them?"
The "old bandit" swallowed hard and laughed awkwardly, "Isn't it because I have a body that can withstand all poisons? The more poison someone tries to give me, the faster my cultivation improves. Oh, wait, how did we get to talking about me? What is that kid's identity? Is he only at the Qi Refining stage and you're already giving him a Seven Spirits Eight Treasures Nourishing Spirit Pill?"
"It's nothing. Many people owe a debt of gratitude to someone who has no descendants, and suddenly they see a chance to repay that debt." Old Guo transformed back into a voluptuous and beautiful woman, her eyes lowered, exuding charm.
"Oh, you're talking about me now," the man laughed. "Even when someone is dead, you're still thinking about repaying favors. With that mentality, what kind of path can you possibly take? Isn't it a great thing that the creditor who owes you money is dead? Whether it's money or feelings, the path of cultivation is about seizing everything, taking everything, and refining everything. Being ruthless and self-serving is the way to reach the heavens."
Old Guo smiled and did not refute the point of view. He just watched as a terrified fish was being pulled down by the fishing line in the upper part of the sea of clouds.
"I'm telling you, you humans are just more heartless than us. You monsters are too sentimental."
"Haha, that's quite a joke. To be precise, it's just that your Faceless Dog Clan is quite trustworthy in keeping its promises."
"Alright, what did we agree on? If you mention this, get out of here right now!"
"okay."