latelenovela Chapter 94: Meeting an Old Friend
Chapter 94: Meeting an Old Friend
The spiritual energy was more concentrated than before. Zhong Ming carefully controlled the massive amount of spiritual energy and slowly advanced, cautiously guiding it into the hook-and-sickle spear.
The "late spring chill" emitted a crisp, resonant sound, and the tip of the spear gleamed with silver light. Zhong Ming, with his eyes closed, felt a suction force coming from the spear, absorbing all the spiritual energy that had not yet been fully refined.
Hey, should I cultivate or fight?
After all the spiritual energy gathered during this Great Circulation was absorbed, the hook-and-sickle spear showed no sign of stopping; its suction force did not decrease at all, but instead increased.
"Hey you."
Zhong Ming was immediately enraged. No matter what level you were before, you're just a magic weapon now. Do you think I can't handle you?
He mobilized all the spiritual power of the fourth level of Qi Refining, and countless spiritual energies converged into the spear. Zhong Ming also released his other hand, and with a flick of his wrist, a spirit stone was held in his hand.
Come on, if you like to eat spiritual energy, eat as much as you want.
Anyway, you're mine now, and whatever you eat is stored with me.
Countless spiritual energies surged into the hook-and-sickle spear, making its chill grow stronger, but the bell ringing in its hand felt warmer and warmer, like holding a girl's hand, her blood surging with shyness and excitement, her palm burning hot.
Just as Zhong Ming was about to exhaust his spiritual power, the "late spring chill" stopped. The blood melting on the gun barrel and tip began to flow under the pull of an unknown force, moving together towards the sharpest edge.
The divine weapon, upon its opening, was found to be drinking the blood of its own master.
Zhong Ming shook his head speechlessly. It seemed like there was something like this mentioned in some jade slip; there was indeed this step when using an offensive magic weapon for the first time...
Hey, you've already fallen to the level of a magical artifact, but you're still maintaining the pretentiousness of a magic weapon? Aren't you tired?
Zhong Ming gently tapped the tip of the spear, producing a sound like a dragon's roar.
Hmm, not bad. I still have some dragon blood in my blood, so hopefully it won't be too bad.
He stood up, swung his sword twice, and shattered a rock with a single blow, feeling no resistance at all.
"What a fine gun!" he exclaimed, then suddenly tossed it away as if discarding a hot potato.
"Holy crap, I was almost drained dry." Zhong Ming collapsed to the ground with a thud. Normally he could dance for a few minutes, but when he first recognized the master, too much spiritual energy was absorbed, and now the dragon vein was almost dried up.
Wait, that spiritual energy just now... was it used for binding with its master? Or is it the necessary spiritual energy injection for each activation?
Zhong Ming didn't have time to investigate such matters right now, so he first used the most primitive method to cultivate, completing a full cycle while carrying the mirror-polishing brick and the mother-and-child sword.
An hour and a half passed, and he regained his composure and gripped the gun again.
This time I'll be more honest. I'll practice a few moves of the "Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Technique" without infusing it with spiritual power, just enough to get a semblance of its form.
This spear technique, which is half martial arts and half arithmetic, is characterized by its wide and sweeping movements, with positioning subtly aligned with the twenty-four solar terms. It originated from the methods of spear and staff fighting and was originally a powerful weapon against cavalry, capable of hooking helmets and horses' legs. Its fighting style is geared towards military use.
Zhong Ming practiced for an hour and actually made some progress, but as he continued practicing, he found that his back ached, his legs hurt, and his feet cramped. Before long, he was panting heavily.
It's strange, with my physique, let alone this big spear, he could lift and swing something twice as heavy for a long time.
They're definitely got something out of them.
Zhong Ming happily... lay down on the ground.
Sleep, sleep, rest. The little cave is too small; we'll find a bigger place to practice later.
After a good night's sleep, with an hour to go before their reunion, Zhong Ming decided to go for a walk to see if the storyteller was still there, and if so, to listen to another segment.
It doesn't take long to go down from the top of the mountain.
At the mountain pass, the grand formation was being activated little by little. Some light blue, armor-like barriers appeared out of thin air in the sky and then slowly disappeared after a while.
The guards at the mine gate stretched and relaxed. The bigger the situation, the more relaxed they became. In the current tense situation, almost everyone who could take refuge had already come in, so they actually had nothing to do.
The two sentries were staring blankly at each other when they faintly heard a commotion. Turning around, they saw a group of soldiers escorting a group of people, with carts and wagons arriving at the scene.
"Behave yourself and don't even think about running away."
The soldiers roughly shoved the shackled prisoners, who were dressed in rags and looked like they had been wandering around for days, their bodies filthy.
Seeing the group approaching, the guard greeted them, "Hey, brother, you've worked hard. Don't push yourself so hard. Everyone has their own fate. If they don't want to seek refuge and want to die, let them be. There's no need to go out looking for people at a time like this. Aren't they just taking their own lives for granted?"
“Ha!” the soldiers said happily. “Guess what we found? These aren’t refugees. We caught a bunch of fugitives. Hehe, we’ll send them straight to the mine. They’re going to die anyway if they stay out there, so we might as well give the mines some manpower.”
The sentries' eyes widened immediately. "Wow, brother, you've hit the jackpot! So many people, that must be a major achievement!"
Zhong Ming saw this scene clearly; those mortals looked somewhat familiar.
Isn't that the waiter? I bought my pickled fish sausage from him, and he's also known as the notorious bandit... what was that civilian self-defense patrol team on the water again?
Zhong Ming strode forward and greeted him with a smile.
"Hello you all."
Several mortal soldiers looked at him with suspicion. The sentry bowed first and said, "Greetings, Immortal Master."
Although their status in front of cultivators was not much different from that of slaves, after seeing many great cultivators, they were able to view them with a normal attitude and would not act as loudly and boisterously as ordinary people.
"Gentlemen, may I ask what crimes they committed? I know a few of them."
When the waiter saw Zhong Ming, his eyes lit up, and he cried out in a mournful voice, "Immortal Master, save me!"
The soldiers cursed inwardly. They couldn't possibly compete with the immortal masters for people, could they? Damn it, they lost their credit. It was all because of these guys who, relying on their connections with immortal cultivators or having immortal cultivators in their families, committed all sorts of evil deeds and caused widespread suffering.
The soldiers' leader looked troubled; he really didn't want to give up such a great achievement. He said, "Master, they committed robbery. When we caught them, they were transferring stolen goods. Now we've caught them red-handed; they're all behind us. What do you think..."
This statement, seemingly a request for instructions from the immortal master on what to do next, is actually a venting of frustration.
To his surprise, Zhong Ming said calmly, "I don't want to disturb you. I just want to chat with them for a bit. Could you give us some time?"
"Of course, shall we all go in through the mine gate first?"