pjbooks Chapter 469
Chapter 469
A sunny day.
The dragon in the relief blinked and looked down at the bustling gate below.
Xuan Jing looked at Zhong Ming with a dark expression and reached out to take the jade bottle he was offered.
Showing off, blatant showing off!
What's with your nonchalant tone? What do you mean, "I didn't need this Foundation Establishment Pill for my breakthrough, so I gave it to you?"
Am I a dog? Even dogs won't eat food offered with contempt!
I'll eat.
"I owe you a lot. I've used quite a few of the talismans you gave me over the years. Now that I have a chance to repay that favor, I won't miss it."
It wasn't that he was hurting Yue Kaishan's feelings; it was just that the other party still owed money for the robotic arm, and his cultivation level was somewhat low, so he didn't need it for the time being.
Chen Dahai blinked and looked at Zhong Ming with great anticipation.
"Can you teach me your... technique? Is that what it's called?"
"No way, the difference between people can be this big?" Chen Dahai was shocked. Brother Cuihong, you're not playing by the rules. You're asking me for something?
"What are you talking about? Dahai, you are a disciple of a prestigious sect. How can your pride compare to Xuanjing's? If I give you something directly, you definitely won't accept it. We must exchange something for it."
He placed a jade slip in Da Hai's hand.
Divine Weapon Master
This is a jade slip about puppetry. I bought it with Miss Yao for over a thousand military merit points. However, after truly entering the Foundation Establishment stage, Zhong Ming's experience was completely different from before.
Puppetry? No need.
Why don't I just use telepathy to transmit my voice?
Miss Yao isn't a real puppet; she's just acting as one, wearing her own scale armor. To the outside world, she's the puppet she controls. As for her... you can just give her orders through telepathy.
I must have been out of my mind to forget that.
Chen Dahai squinted and examined it carefully, then gave his signature wry smile.
"Brother Cuihong really thinks this is more valuable than the 'Striking Technique'... then give it to him." He understood Zhong Ming's good intentions; he probably thought the 'Striking Technique' was an introductory Qi Refining stage technique, like the Sword Drawing Technique...
“I’ve thought about it a lot, Da Hai. You still need your own puppet. If we’re not around, it can block spells for you and carry you around. At least your chances of survival will be much higher.”
"Thank you, Cuihong. As for the 'Striking Technique'... I don't have a jade slip on me right now. If you want to learn it... I can only use the most basic method. I'll teach you."
"Haha, then our army will have a great story to tell. You, a Qi Refining stage cultivator, will be the master, and I, a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, will follow behind and learn." At this point, Zhong Ming suddenly remembered something and said seriously, "Here's what we'll do: don't tell anyone about my breakthrough yet. I'm planning to launch a surprise attack at the right time."
Although Yue Kaishan didn't understand, seeing Xuan Jing and Chen Dahai both showing "as expected of you" expressions, he also started to laugh foolishly.
My brother Cuihong has broken through to a higher realm, of course I'm happy, extremely happy!
"Wait a moment, I'll go buy a treasure to conceal my scent."
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Zhong Ming, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, walked out with gritted teeth.
"I'm leaving! I'll never come back to this awful place again."
He used up all his last savings, and the jade pendant he obtained could only block the aura of those in the Foundation Establishment stage. Any powerful figure in the Golden Core stage would be exposed if they came down to inspect it.
"Hey, Xuanjing, could you buy me a boat ticket back home?"
"Ok?"
"I really have no more military merit points."
"I also want to be a master in the Foundation Establishment stage."
"roll!"
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Cliff City, Flame Wolf Army Camp.
The battalion commander, his face grim, stared at the briefing in his hand and said to the messenger, "Explain to me what you mean by 'combined artillery battalion'? What do you mean by 'combined artillery battalion'?!"
"As the name suggests, the 134th and 135th Battalions are now operating together. Congratulations, you now have command of two cannons."
"Get out! Do you know the feud between us and the 135th Battalion? Do you want the camp to be blown up?!"
"Respected Battalion Commander, after careful consideration, our command has determined that the 134th Battalion's strength has been greatly reduced due to the 135th Battalion's surprise attack. As a result, the enemy's officers have all been placed under martial law. Therefore, it is most appropriate for you to serve as the temporary battalion commander of the two battalions. This will effectively replenish your lost combat strength."
The battalion commander was furious; the muscles on his face folded up from the exertion, making him look like a wrathful Vajra Buddha.
"Do you really think I'm a three-year-old?! I'm one of the thirty-eight heroes who fought my way out of Panlong City! A proud recipient of the National Protection Medal! You...."
"Don't announce these names here. This is an order from headquarters. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Yes! I have a lot of objections!" His momentum rose steadily, like a towering mountain pressing down on the other party, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Opinions? You can give your opinions..."
"I'll write a reply right now, and you can send it back directly! Before I finish writing it, if you dare to leave the command tent even a step, you will be executed for leaking secrets. This is an order!" The battalion commander's imposing aura pressed the messenger's body lower and lower. He finally knew fear, and he knew what it meant that a million soldiers of the empire behind him were no match for a three-inch blade in front of his neck.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but under the immense pressure, his throat became an uncontrollable rock, and no matter how he shouted, there was no response.
Finally, after half an incense stick's time, the battalion commander carefully put the secret letter into an envelope and tossed it to the messenger.
"Take it and get out!"
The messenger scrambled out of the tent.
What he didn't know was that the secret message contained only three words: "Understood."
You should watch the owner before beating a dog.
After confirming that the person was far away, the battalion commander's wife came out from behind the tent.
"Zhao Wuji is in trouble." His face was gloomy, and the clear sky seemed to be filled with the impending storm.
"We'll meet force with force, and water with earth." The lady crossed her arms and coldly watched the direction the messenger had left in. "If Zhao Wuji is in trouble, surely the ones above him can't be in trouble too, can they?"
"This is not something we can figure out. The problem now is that the 135th Battalion is just swaggering into our camp. What are we going to do? The enemy has planted hundreds of assassins and spies in our camp like this?"
The lady came before him, stood up straight, cupped his sorrowful face in her hands, and gently smoothed away the wrinkles.
"It's all kept in my heart."
......
Zhong Ming swaggered into the camp. He was a triumphant one, an undeniable triumph. He had completed twenty-eight bounties in a month, earning him the title of a legendary order-taking king!
The messenger approached, soaked to the bone, his clothes drenched in sweat.
He was in a terrible mood, and when he saw the soldiers of the 134th Battalion walking towards him face to face, he became furious.
"What are you looking at? Salute your superiors! You bastards, didn't anyone teach you manners?"