bestfiction Chapter 322 Solitary Confinement? Not at all.
Chapter 322 Solitary Confinement? Not at all.
"Is it done inside?"
"Brother, move aside, I'm about to fall."
The rustling sound, the melodious sound of wealth.
Countless spirit stones poured out from a small opening, the sheer quantity surprising the person catching them. "Brother, you're amazing! So powerful?"
"No, no, this should be more than the amount due today. Take the extra for drinks, brother. We'll talk again when I get out."
"Oh dear, how could I dare? Just tell the brothers inside what they want. We may not be able to get magic weapons or spiritual treasures, but we can certainly get some good wine and meat."
Without any hesitation, the man counted today's quota and then happily stuffed a large bag of spirit stones into his storage bag.
Alas, as the saying goes, if you don't take what Heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences.
He couldn't refuse these spirit stones that were offered to him so readily. With the Yanlang Army's current environment, and if he took charge of the God of Wealth's little room for a few more days, he would definitely be able to accumulate enough capital for a breakthrough. He had been eyeing that bottle of pills at the military merit point exchange office for a long time, and he would definitely get it in the next few days.
Having thought this through, the cultivator turned around, immediately adopting a bitter and resentful expression, muttering and cursing, "Useless thing, you only exceeded the quota by one spirit stone? It'll be the same tomorrow, you can just wait to find food in the mud."
He walked away nonchalantly.
Zhong Ming leaned against the wall of the small room, idly sliding his arm and stirring it back and forth among a large pile of spirit stones.
These are all discarded spirit stones, spirit stones that have lost their spiritual energy after the cannon has been used. His task is to inject spiritual power into these discarded spirit stones every day.
Sigh, these things inject far more spiritual energy than a normal spirit stone can absorb. They leak spiritual energy as they inject it.
It interferes with cultivation.
No one has given him a hard time these past few days, except for the food...
It was made by the "chef" who treated him like a close friend, and it was absolutely awful.
Lying on vast stretches of discarded spirit stones, every night, powerful water magic would wash over the cannons outside. It has quieted down in recent days, presumably because the cleanup is almost complete, and the blacksmiths should come up to patch up the spirit runes.
Zhong Ming idly played with a spirit stone. Even a useless spirit stone still contained a trace of spiritual power, which made it easier for them to find a spirit stone that matched their own attributes.
Zhong Ming, for example, could only rummage through countless discarded spirit stones for a long time in search of water-attribute spirit stones.
The one in his hand is a rare lightning-attribute stone. I don't know who went crazy and used such a precious spirit stone as a cannonball, or whether cannonballs have requirements for the attribute ratio of spirit stones.
He couldn't infuse his own spiritual energy into the spirit stone, but he could use it as a small ornament. Even the worst spirit stone was still a precious gem in the mortal world. Without spiritual energy, it would just have a duller luster.
"Dong dong dong."
"Brother Cuihong."
"Here I am."
The visitor was a female cultivator with a sweet voice. They had reached a deal, and she came to see him every day only to...
Sharpen the silver needles.
Zhong Ming felt it was necessary to build his reputation; after all, he was part of the maintenance team, and he needed to earn some extra money.
So, one day, a random shout attracted the attention of this female cultivator whom he had never met before.
"Three spirit stones, here you go."
Five spirit stones fell into the small opening through which the food was being delivered, followed by a dim silver needle.
"Oh, another new one?" Zhong Ming was quite surprised. These days he had been grinding silver needles every day, and each day was different.
“I told my sisters that your skills are truly reliable, so today another sister asked me to ask you for help.”
"No problem, no problem. You must be the sisters in the medical team. I'll have to rely on you to save my life in the future." As soon as Zhong Ming saw the fine needles, he knew they were for acupuncture. For cultivators, meridians and acupoints are extremely important. Even a slight mistake can have a crucial impact on cultivation. Acupuncture can, at best, unblock spiritual meridians, and at worst, save a person from the predicament of qi deviation. It is truly miraculous.
The person came and went in a hurry. After all, it was a solitary confinement cell. Although no one was really watching over you at this time, it was still necessary to put on a show.
This shows that the battalion commander was not lying to him; there really wasn't anyone keeping a close watch on him.
Bored, Zhong Ming tossed five spirit stones into the small basket of spirit stones he would have to hand over the next day.
Seriously, how can you replenish old spirit stones with spiritual power as quickly as directly earning spirit stones?
With that thought in mind, he casually stuffed an equal amount of discarded spirit stones into the storage stone denture, specifically choosing those with precious attributes.
Take out the mirror polishing brick and polish it. After a few polishings, it shines like new. Although it is a mid-grade magic weapon, it should be one of a set. Its power is weak and its spiritual energy storage is even more scarce.
He casually placed the silver needles on the ground, waiting for her to come back and retrieve them.
The needles had a faint floral scent, but Zhong Ming dared not smell them for long, fearing that they might be residue from incense used during acupuncture, such as calming incense, and that he might faint if he took a big sip.
He's in a dilemma: whether he cultivates or not, he's in a dilemma. The spiritual energy within his body has reached a bottleneck. No matter how he cultivates, the spiritual energy just flows in from the top and out from the bottom, without increasing at all.
"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."
Someone else is coming.
What's for today's meal?
"Hey, we have big pork ribs today, please enjoy your meal. Please take good care of these bowls and chopsticks, don't break them."
It's not just about preventing it from breaking; it needs to be properly polished.
Zhong Ming was doing this out of boredom, but a certain chef was so devoted to serving good food and wine that he asked Zhong Ming to help polish the bowls and chopsticks.
A meal was brought in through the small hole. Zhong Ming skillfully picked up several pieces of ribs, stuffed them onto the rice, then picked up the spirit stone hidden under the ribs and threw it into the basket. The same was done with the stir-fry bowl.
Finally, he picked up a large bowl of rice and vegetables and started shoveling it in. A few seconds later, his chopsticks hit something hard.
"Murder! How come there are spirit stones hidden in my food today? Are you trying to choke me to death?"
Zhong Ming muttered a few words and picked out the spirit stones from his food.
Fights frequently broke out in the canteen of the Flame Wolf Army, resulting in the "sacrifice" of a large number of bowls and chopsticks. Later, someone made a drastic decision and directly used good materials to create bowls and chopsticks of the low-grade magic weapon level. As a result, the bowls and chopsticks were not easy to break and were almost stolen to extinction.
The remaining inferior ritual implements, such as bowls and chopsticks, were naturally "treasured" by certain people in charge.
Now, thanks to Zhong Ming's tireless efforts, he unexpectedly upgraded a pair of chopsticks to a mid-grade magical artifact one day.
This has stirred up a hornet's nest. As a gift meant to curry favor with superiors, this thing certainly has prestige.
You might painstakingly craft a mid-grade magic weapon longsword, but would you use a mid-grade magic weapon bowl or chopsticks?
If you give a Foundation Establishment stage captain a mid-grade magic weapon longsword, he won't even look at it; I always use spiritual weapons.
But if you give him a set of ritual utensils, he might really appreciate it.