bookrandom Chapter 391
Chapter 391
After so many days, the captain of the Third Guard Team finally returned to his "fortress".
Zhong Ming sat at the highest point of the entire castle, gazing at the distant scenery.
This place is dangerous because the group of people built the fortress according to the highest height limit. A little above that is a no-fly zone. Zhong Ming suspected that if he jumped, he would be blasted into dust by the zone.
The entire camp was within his field of vision. Looking into the distance, he could vaguely see the city walls he had once guarded. In the middle, a large urban area was brightly lit, and the construction troops belonging to Cliff City were rapidly rebuilding the ruins. Below, people were densely packed, like busy ants.
He squinted, so that only an orange-red patch and a blue-black patch were visible in front of him, separated by an antique silver-gray line.
It's a pity there's no bright moon; it would have been even more beautiful.
Zhang Youcai also climbed up; to be precise, this was his spot when Zhong Ming wasn't there.
The sound of footsteps on the top bricks and tiles is crisp and clear.
"coming?"
"Here you are, Captain." After saying that, Zhang Youcai stared straight at Zhong Ming, his hands fidgeting, unsure of where to put them.
"Thank you for your hard work these days."
"The captain worked even harder... The captain was gloriously wounded..."
"Alright, alright, if you can't praise me, then forget it." Zhong Ming stretched and lay completely on the top of the castle, his tone softening.
"Do you have any ideas about your Taoist name?"
"I'll listen to you."
"What do you think you're best at? Of course, which aspect of cultivation you're good at?"
Zhong Ming really wanted to give him the Taoist name "Duobao Daoren," but judging from his master's cautious attitude in choosing a Taoist name for himself, this must be something quite important.
"I... um..." This question stumped Zhang Youcai. What was he good at? It seemed like he wasn't good at anything, and there were always more capable seniors in every area.
"No rush, you're still young. Since you don't know what you're good at, just try everything. Planting, engraving spirit patterns, drawing talismans... try until you make a decision. No rush, take your time."
Zhong Ming looked at the boy; at his age, he was still...
Wait a minute, it doesn't seem so wonderful after all.
He blinked, and his demeanor instantly changed.
"Alright, go ahead, I'll stay by myself for a while longer."
Zhang Youcai acknowledged and withdrew.
Seeing that no one was around, Zhong Ming silently took out a piece of paper, which someone had asked Zhang Youcai to give to him.
It describes what happened during the three months he spent in the maintenance team.
"When Chi Tong entered the Foundation Establishment stage, he fought with a student from the military academy, won, and was immediately recruited and taken away by the military academy teacher."
The words written on the paper seemed calm and unassuming, but Zhong Ming was terrified when he read them.
Three months? Breakthrough? Defeat an elite?
Is this the strength of a genius from Wanbing Valley? He recalled the scene of Su Longshan breaking through his cultivation level and defeating his enemy, but he still felt it wasn't enough. Without witnessing that battle firsthand, he might never understand what a genius is.
With his other hand, he took out another pill, a Foundation Establishment Pill, which was given to him by a big shot when he was working as a security guard at the auction house.
Back then, he was still young and inexperienced; now, he has decided to sell it to the military merit point exchange office.
Who knows if this bottle really contains Foundation Establishment Pills? It would be better to hand it over to the exchange office, add a small handling fee, and use military merit points to buy another bottle. At least that way, you can be absolutely sure there won't be any mistakes.
Alas, the Foundation Establishment stage seems a long way off.
He looked inward at his dantian. After reaching the ninth level of Qi Refining, all the meridians in his body were completely connected, and the capacity had greatly increased. He wondered when it would be full.
He lay there and fell into a deep sleep; it was the best night's sleep he'd had in months.
The next morning, a group of people arrived early. There was some noise at first, but they quickly quieted down, afraid of disturbing the bell.
Zhong Ming was walking down from the top of the castle. The fortress had eight floors plus a basement. The lowest floor was a large banquet hall, with doors on either side leading to toilets, kitchens, and fresh food storage rooms. The second to fifth floors were the living quarters for ordinary people, including empty armories and long-term water and food storage rooms. The sixth floor was his "court hall," the seventh floor had several luxurious living areas, and the eighth floor consisted of observation rooms and large, empty rooms.
At this moment, Zhong Ming looked at the large room on the eighth floor, shook his head, and gave up his plan to train there.
Going up the stairs is too slow, let's just jump down.
With that thought in mind, he jumped from the eighth floor.
Outside, a group of people were whispering among themselves.
"What if Lord Cuihong was drunk and talking nonsense yesterday?"
"Bullshit," the leader turned around, lowered his head slightly, and whispered in the other's ear, "The lord hadn't even had a drink when he said that... If you really don't want to admit it, we can just say we're here for renovations. The large bathhouse on the eighth floor isn't finished yet, is it? Otherwise, if Lord Cuihong has a lover, he can't just stare at the boring city guard arrows here, can he?"
The man turned his head back and saw the bell fall from the sky with a "thud" and land right in front of him.
"Good morning, sir/madam."
"Good morning, everyone."
The man took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and asked, "Sir, about the training we discussed yesterday...?"
"Of course, what's done is done. Those who want to build the castle, please do as you please. Those who want to train with me, come to the open space."
Once inside the small wall, the small open space couldn't accommodate many people. Dozens of people looked at each other in bewilderment, and those who reacted quickly squeezed to the front and stood in the side corner of the small open space. This way, even if it got crowded later, it would be impossible to squeeze them into the main banquet hall.
Those who react slowly are so frustrated; why did they have to be a step too slow at this moment?
A group of people reluctantly entered the castle, looking enviously at the people standing in the small open space outside.
"Come on, tell me, what are you good at, and what are you most comfortable doing?" Zhong Ming shouted, pointing forward.
The person pointed at was so nervous they couldn't speak, stammering, "I...I..."
A burly man nearby couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in to help him out. "This kid is my apprentice. He's good at carrying things on his back. His nickname is '100-pounder.' Of course, compared to an adult, his strength is that of a child."
"Oh, so you are...."
Just call me Jack.
.....
Zhong Ming said it didn't matter, being strong was a good thing.
Then, Zhong Ming, not looking down on the others, began to introduce what they were best at.
Yan Langjun did a very good job in assigning tasks. After listening to their report, Zhong Ming's only conclusion was that he had been assigned a professional construction team.
"You all know how to build offensive fortifications, right?"
"Of course, we will build any fortification we can."
"Hey, do you guys think it's possible that if a fight breaks out, we send a bunch of people in to buy time, while you guys quickly build fortifications?"