latelenovela Chapter 436
Chapter 436
"Captain Cuihong, there's a letter for you." This time it was a male cultivator who spoke. He knocked on the door and entered the room after receiving permission.
The place was brightly lit by the illuminating stone, but there was only a futon and a jade bed. Even being locked up would be better than this. At least in the solitary confinement room, one could do some work and add some spiritual energy to the waste spirit stone.
"Captain Cuihong, this is a letter that Fellow Daoist Yue Kaishan has given to you."
He slowly approached the young man in the wheelchair in the middle of the room. The man had his head down, seemingly asleep, and ignored him.
He was also a little flustered. If he accidentally interrupted his cultivation, it would be a very dangerous thing. His footsteps were getting closer and closer, and he slowly lowered his body, wanting to put the letter on the ground.
Suddenly, Zhong Ming stood up abruptly, took three steps in two, rushed to him, turned his fists into claws, and grabbed his shoulders with lightning speed, like a golden eagle hunting a lamb, holding him tightly in one go.
Zhong Ming's scarred face suddenly loomed close to him, startling him so much that he wanted to activate his shield immediately.
"you you...."
"I need a medicinal bath to temper my body."
“Ah….Ah?”
"I need a medicinal bath to temper my body. Prepare it for me. Put it on the bill under the battalion commander's wife's name. If that's not possible, put it on Fang Qianqian's name. I'll pay it back when I go out. If you don't know what medicine to use, go ask the battalion commander... Or should we call Yue Kaishan and have him give you the formula? Hmm... Is this his letter?"
The male cultivator was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and could only nod repeatedly.
Zhong Ming gently pinched one corner of the envelope, pulled it, and took the envelope.
"Is there anything else?"
“No…no more.”
"As soon as possible, it has to be as soon as possible. Is three days enough?"
"It should be enough... The military merit point exchange point isn't far." The male cultivator didn't want to agree at first, but then he thought, he's just a messenger, what's there to be afraid of? At worst, he can just embellish the story and tell the battalion commander's wife.
He looked at Zhong Ming, walked backward until his back was against the door, then turned around and opened the door as if flying, his movements were smooth and seamless.
Zhong Ming sighed. This should have frightened him. If he was frightened, his message would be carried out quickly.
He sat down, bored, and opened the envelope. It was from his grandfather again. He skipped over the long string of compliments at the beginning and looked at the rest—it was truly…
The Yue family has been making a lot of noise with gongs, drums, and firecrackers for days now, and it just won't stop.
From the moment the Flame Wolf Army headquarters set out to make the Yue family a model family, preferential treatment from above began to appear subtly.
The reason for using the word "descend" is because resources that were truly high and mighty suddenly poured into their family. First, a large group of experienced recruiters came to this place and checked the talents of each young member of the Yue family. And that wasn't all; they immediately provided cultivation plans and techniques based on their talents.
The old man hadn't even heard of those plans, let alone dared to consider them.
In a declining family, the old patriarch was already exhausted from training his children to the Foundation Establishment stage. He was being urged to help mentor the younger generation and serve the family. Who would dare to plan for them to reach the Golden Core stage? The list of training was enough for the old patriarch to manage by gritting his teeth and training one person. But to train all the younger generation indiscriminately? Even selling him to a music and dance troupe wouldn't be enough to support him.
Just as he was awkwardly trying to discuss things with these people, another celebratory procession arrived with gongs and drums. A powerful family came directly to them with betrothal gifts, offering spirit stones, medicinal herbs, minerals, spirit fruits... whatever they wanted, as if they were eager to marry off their daughter.
The old man was dumbfounded. This... is it really necessary to force it on someone? My impoverished little family can't even find a suitable descendant.
That family was quite generous, waving their hands and saying, "We've already given you the person; when to get married is up to the young couple. What's the rush, old man? Do you think the man isn't good enough for you? What are all these cultivation materials for? Just for display? Use them!"
He thought it was a windfall, but little did he know, this was just the first round.
Now, some people even want to introduce him to fellow Daoists, but this old man blushes so much that he can't even open his eyes, and he quickly declines, saying he's drunk too much.
After making inquiries, he confirmed that it was Zhong Ming's choice that had helped the Yue family, and immediately had the idea of bringing Zhong Ming into the Yue family.
These days, he has looked at all the girls in his family, but he has not found a suitable one. Otherwise, he would not have mentioned the beauties of his grandmother's generation in the last letter.
This time, Grandpa Yue tried a different approach.
Since finding a wife won't work, then I'll just have to find a father!
All the younger generation of the Yue family's direct descendants recognize Zhong Ming as their godfather!
As the saying goes, if a person is shameless enough, they can do anything.
According to the old man's logic, Zhong Ming was the greatest contributor to the revival of the Yue family. If he were the emperor, Zhong Ming would be a king of equal rank.
Based on our generational relationship, I'll sit next to him at meals from now on.
Zhong Ming was filled with questions. He was a young man, still "pure" and with a lot of children.
Doesn't this overstep the bounds?
He was also annoyed. If he didn't accept something now, the old man might cause some trouble. But being a father was something he absolutely couldn't do.
"Sigh..." He sighed. It might not be a good thing to tie the entire family to him so hastily.
"What should I do? What should I do?" He murmured, pen in mouth, as he lay back in his wheelchair and fell into a deep sleep.
"dong dong dong~~"
"Hmm? I accidentally fell asleep." Zhong Ming rubbed his eyes, and then there was another knock on the door.
It was the same male cultivator's voice again, "Captain Cuihong, your medicinal bath is ready. Shall we bring it in now?"
"Okay, come in."
As soon as he finished speaking, two cultivators carried a large bathtub into the room. The dark green medicinal liquid inside was constantly sloshing around, and a suspended restriction was floating above it, sealing off the aroma of the medicine and slowing down the evaporation of its effects.
"It hasn't been that long."
"Reporting to the captain, it took three and a half hours from when I left until the medicine arrived. We have done our best."
"Brother, you've worked hard. No need to rush. I meant within three days..."
The male cultivator was a little embarrassed. He had exaggerated the story, but the battalion commander's wife got anxious and thought it was something urgent, so she immediately sent the head of the procurement team to get it.
"It's alright, it's what we should do. Please take a look, is this medicine suitable? If not, we'll adjust it."
Zhong Ming couldn't see anything wrong either, as he knew nothing about pharmacology.
"I'll give it a try. I trust your expertise; I'm sure there won't be any problems."
The two lowered the bathtub and then watched the clock strike.
"Captain Cuihong, do you need someone to protect you?"
"No need, you can just leave."
When he finished speaking, it didn't mean that no one was watching the medicinal bath anymore; on the contrary, even more people sat in front of the monitor.
The battalion commander's wife personally oversaw the operation, sitting right outside the intensive care unit, ready to rush in at any moment.