bestfiction Chapter 305 Small Toys
Chapter 305 Small Toys
The Flame Wolf Army didn't seem to want to waste any more words with the locals, and neither did the Azure Wolf Army.
Here, they are the highest authority.
Zhong Ming saw countless messengers and flying swords coming and going, and perhaps even divine commands. A series of urgent shouts came from afar, like a string of firecrackers exploding in Zhong Ming's ears.
"Prepare to fire!!!"
This was the first time Zhong Ming had seen a spirit cannon firing from directly behind it. He climbed out of the crater where he was, revealing half of his head, and stared intently at the huge muzzle.
A magnificent, thick beam of light surged from the cannon's muzzle, carrying destructive power as it flew into the distance. The spiritual energy condensed into an extremely unstable ball the instant it left the muzzle, and was pulled into an oval shape during its rapid flight.
The cannon in its fully activated state possesses a magnificent beauty. The complex spiritual patterns glow slightly after being activated, as if they have come to life. The spiritual power within is clearly visible, moving along the cannon's sound according to mysterious laws, resembling the graceful dance of dragons and phoenixes.
When the cannon is truly ready to fire, it is like a giant Kun lurking in a bottomless abyss, waiting for the gunner to start it. Then, it transforms into a roc, spreads its wings and flies into the sky, its momentum like thunder and light filling the pillar, soaring straight up to ninety thousand miles.
The repeated firing filled Zhong Ming with excitement; the power to destroy everything was so captivating, as if sitting atop the cannon emplacement granted him the ability to control the universe.
He was engrossed in watching, unaware that a dark hand had already descended behind him.
The number 01 boss punched Zhong Ming on the forehead, knocking him back into the pit.
"What are you doing? Slacking off on your first day? Get back to work, there's plenty to do."
Although she said that, there was actually nothing important to do.
After she pulled Zhong Ming down, she asked No. 021 to take care of him. The key point is that No. 021 didn't know what to do either. Wasn't this the only time he could rest?
But then he finally came to his senses and realized that the kid hadn't received any training yet, so he had to start teaching him from scratch. Sigh, his good rest was ruined.
He led Zhong Ming to a corner and said in a hoarse voice, "What can you do? Show me."
"Oh." Zhong Ming randomly picked a hammer, not knowing what it was for, stroked it slightly, and then took out a mirror polishing brick to start polishing.
Soon, the entire hammer was polished and became full of vitality.
The time frame was too short to produce a significant change, but it was still satisfactory for 021.
"Very well, since you know how to handle a hammer, then try this."
He took out a strangely shaped metal rod from his storage bag. It looked like just a small part of the cannon, but it was about a meter long.
"Try this."
This is a small part of the cannon's elevation mechanism, which, as the name suggests, is the device that controls the cannon's up and down adjustment of the muzzle.
A spare part is regularly maintained so that it can be replaced immediately in critical situations.
"021, what are you doing? This time, I only brought one spare part with me, and someone else's newbie broke it."
“He doesn’t have that ability.” 021’s hoarse voice didn’t show any contempt for Zhong Ming; it was simply stating a fact.
This thing is made of incredibly hard material. You, a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, want to break it? You'd have to burn your life essence to make a cut.
Zhong Ming took the small stick whose purpose was unclear, scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, and said, "I feel a little embarrassed that I can do this all by myself."
"There's a war going on here! We can't provide a quiet room. Either do it or get out." The words were rough but the reasoning was sound. When war breaks out, even great cultivators can't afford to worry about such trivial matters. Zhong Ming had no choice but to bite the bullet and go along with it.
It's definitely not possible to use cultivation methods, like stepping on this pole with your feet and holding the polishing brick with your hands and head...
Never mind, it'll just be a normal hand-grinding process.
When grinding by hand, activating the Body Refining Technique, although the effect is not as good as before and the depth of spiritual energy penetration is not enough, it is more efficient and can quickly complete a round.
"Hey, what is this thing? Don't grind this part down too much, or it won't fit properly."
"No need to worry, this is a transfer of spiritual energy, there will be no physical wear and tear."
Zhong Ming used his spiritual power to stimulate the spiritual energy inside the mica stone, causing it to envelop the polishing bricks. Like a lubricant, it intensely rubbed against the bricks, constantly penetrating the interior of the component. Then, Zhong Ming released the control, allowing the spiritual energy transmitted through the polishing bricks to become uncontrolled spiritual energy, thereby increasing the density of spiritual energy here.
After this process, the component gradually became smooth and shiny, and even improved further.
Number 021 didn't understand the operation at all, but he felt that the part was lying perfectly in Zhong Ming's hand.
"Ahem, very good, your skills are very useful, then you can try this."
He took out a half-meter-long brown cylinder from his storage bag. Its texture was somewhere between warm jade and well-preserved ox horn, and handed it to Zhong Ming.
"Pour spiritual energy into this area, being careful not to let any of it seep outside the spiritual runes. If all goes well, you will see a red light at the end of the cylinder."
After handing over the cylinder, he struck a pose as if watching a show. However, because he was covered in black, Zhong Ming thought he was just standing with his arms crossed, waiting for him to do as he was told.
"Okay, I'll start right away." Zhong Ming took a deep breath, held the cylinder with both hands, and poured his spiritual energy into it.
In less than three breaths, a wooden needle suddenly pierced out of the cylinder at an extremely fast speed, almost impossible to react to. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and his hand was sent flying, leaving a white spot on his palm that was faintly painful.
Zhong Ming instinctively wanted to throw the cylinder away. There was no other reason than that he had been with Xuan Jing for a long time and always felt that this thing was something that could explode.
Number 021 easily caught the cylinder and said calmly, "This is a little toy for practicing spiritual power control. If you don't control the flow of your spiritual power well and it hits the outer wall of the spiritual pattern, it will remind you by pricking you with needles. When you can continuously flow the spiritual power through the entire spiritual pattern without getting hurt, and make its tail light up red, then you will be able to do the most dangerous task of maintaining the cannonballs."
Zhong Ming immediately thought, "Then I won't do it."
'With my ability to upgrade magical artifacts, I can earn many times more military merit points than you in the same amount of time. Why would I bother practicing this?' But then I thought again, practicing controlling spiritual power seems to be useful in any situation.
He bowed deeply, and while No. 021 was puzzled, he decisively requisitioned this "little toy".