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Chapter 477
Chapter 477
After watching Mo Li leave, Zhong Ming finally relaxed when he saw that there were no outsiders around. He slumped into a chair, swinging his arms and grimacing as he pressed acupoints on his arms.
It's not fair to say he was faking it, because taking the full force of both of their "ultimate moves" puts a lot of pressure on his body. He's not a professional body cultivator like Yue Kaishan, so even he couldn't help but feel soreness in his arms after enduring it.
"It's been a while, Fellow Daoist Ge," he said casually, exposing the other's pretense.
This cultivator, who called himself Qing Yizi, was actually Ge Sanqiu, the captain of the Fourth Guard Team, in disguise.
Ge Sanqiu wasn't angry. He sat there lazily and casually said, "There's nothing I can do. If they had even one person who could stand up for them, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble."
"So, how exactly did you manage to create the image of a strong person who seems to have been in the military for a long time?"
As far as he knew, Ge Sanqiu had arrived later than him and had joined their camp directly as a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"Well, just say you have a withdrawn personality, that'll do. Anyway, once you go up and win a few matches, even if no one remembers you, everyone will come up to you and call you brother. Besides, I'm a captain, so getting identification for the cultivators below is pretty easy."
"So, the higher-ups mean to maintain a state of not losing?"
Ge Sanqiu shook his head.
"Oh, you're determined to win? Why are you so angry?"
Ge Sanqiu shook his head again.
"What does that mean?"
"They said to observe and observe."
"Huh?" Zhong Ming found it hard to believe. When did our battalion commander become so indecisive?
"Can I understand this to mean that cultivators in the Qi Refining stage are allowed to come and go as they please?"
“That’s one way to put it, but…” Ge Sanqiu winked at Zhong Ming, “Are you really still in the Qi Refining stage?”
"Fellow Daoist has excellent eyesight!" Zhong Ming gave a thumbs up. "I have already broken through to the half-step Foundation Establishment stage. Now, below the Foundation Establishment stage, I can walk sideways and they would all praise my unique gait."
Ge Sanqiu looked at Zhong Ming with some doubt, "Half-step Foundation Establishment? I've never heard of this realm before?"
Zhong Ming felt the weight of the jade pendant that concealed its aura and said calmly, "This is the cultivation method of my Maoshan Taoist Temple. It emphasizes gradual progress. There is a special state between the Qi Refining stage and the Foundation Establishment stage. You can understand it as a special state obtained when my Qi Refining stage cultivation method has reached the Great Perfection."
The captain of the fourth guard nodded as if he understood, or perhaps he had heard the term before.
He thought back carefully. He realized that the force he used wasn't so great that only a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator could withstand it, yet he managed to catch it without flinching...
"Fellow Daoist is truly remarkable. No wonder you are a team leader at the seventh level of Qi Refining." Ge Sanqiu was completely unpretentious, giving a thumbs up in praise.
Zhong Ming was relieved; it seemed the jade pendant was working very well.
"Not at all, not at all. I'm just an agent. Without reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, I'm nothing but an ant."
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While they were chatting, Mo Li also arrived at a secluded quiet room. Unlike Zhong Ming, he used a lot of magic to construct a magic array before starting to participate in the secret meeting.
Three faces rippled within the magic circle, all of them experts from the 135th Battalion.
"That Master Cuihong has appeared. His strength is even more terrifying than we imagined. I can't measure his true power. Perhaps even two people working together wouldn't be enough. To be on the safe side, we need at least a four-person team."
"That's outrageous! Is he even considered a Qi Refining stage cultivator?"
"I don't know, but four of us working together could kill a newly promoted Foundation Establishment cultivator." Mo Li's answer regained his confidence. He looked at the three faces and covered his face with his hand so that the others could see his condition.
"I used this hand to unleash a sword-fist technique, employing six swords, but he grabbed my wrist and blocked it. His spiritual power is immense, and I don't know where the limit is. He also blocked Qing Yizi's strongest attack at the same time, but I can't rule out the possibility that the two of them were putting on an act."
A dark grip mark on his wrist had not yet disappeared.
"This...that's quite a skill. We need to keep a close eye on them. By the way, how's your cultivation of that technique coming along?"
"We can master it in no time. With our talents, three months is enough. Once we master that technique, we can inject spiritual plague into our opponent's body during combat."
Mo Li also laughed. This spiritual plague is really a good thing. At first, the enemies who left the battlefield would only think that they had suffered some minor injuries. The chaotic spiritual energy during the battle flowed around the wounds, and it could be suppressed by just a few days of seclusion.
However, after a while, they will find that this little bit of chaotic spiritual energy is not enough to suppress.
When they were about to leave it for the time being and go out to find a doctor, it was too late. Once they let go, that wisp of spiritual energy would let him know what a plague was.
"There's still one problem," Mo Li said, suppressing his excitement. "Master Cuihong wants us to stop the competition."
"He can just stop whenever he wants?"
"Can he stop us from fighting in private?"
"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, does he think he's a battalion commander?"
The mocking voices continued, but Mo Li remained very serious; he was the one who had gathered the most information about Cuihong.
“He has a high prestige. Now that he has won the war, he wants to stop the war. No one in the 134th Battalion will object. He just needs to find a reason to put everyone under martial law.”
"Martial law? What's the reason? Did he attend the meeting? Does he know about our plans? What reason does he have to force everyone to listen to him?"
"He is the captain of the guard. He can kill anyone who gets into a conflict with the soldiers of his battalion on the spot, as long as they are within the patrol's... perception range."
"Then let him get infected first, and let him go into seclusion."
"Yes, this is a safer approach."
The group finalized a temporary plan. Their superiors had all gone into hiding in prison as planned, and now it was their turn.
Mo Li deactivated the magic array. After the meeting ended, he opened his storage bag with a worried expression and took out the scroll containing the spell.
It looked like a heretical spell from a demonic cultivator. There were many parts he couldn't understand, but he vaguely felt it was a complex mark that could only be used to cast the spell after being imprinted on his body. Any mark carries risks.
He closed the scroll and took out a white jade bottle containing a powdery substance that had an effect similar to that of a spiritual plague, but was extremely expensive.
Let's use this to get by for now.
With that thought in mind, he closed the scroll and put it back into his storage bag.
It's better to be cautious; staying alive is everything.