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Chapter 297 Who called me?
Zhong Ming's arrogant words were already a serious provocation. The old man was furious and threw himself to the ground. He rushed to Zhong Ming in three steps.
Zhong Ming appeared unmoved, but in reality, he was ready to make a move. The mother and child swords returned to his hand, and he pressed the hilt with one hand, assuming the posture of drawing his sword.
This old man is in the Foundation Establishment stage.
Without much thought, it's obvious from his terrifying speed. However, the opponent doesn't seem to be a physical cultivator, as his movements are similar to those of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet he closes in so quickly. I wonder what his intentions are.
Does he really think I'm afraid to draw my sword?
Just as Zhong Ming made up his mind to deliver the final blow, a voice suddenly rang in his ears: "I am Zhao Wusheng. I want to see you. Come with this old man."
The next moment, the old man rushing towards him suddenly increased his speed. His left hand moved with lightning speed, grabbing Zhong Ming's wrist and holding it tightly, making it impossible for him to move an inch.
"You brat, do you really think I'm made of clay? Today, you have to go to the Hall of Enforcement whether you like it or not."
The method of nourishing qi involves condensation.
The sword-drawing technique is swift.
With a single slash, the sword energy surged forth, its sharpness unmatched. The black sword was even faster, surpassing the black one. The old man was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, releasing Zhong Ming's wrist. He gritted his teeth and instantly turned into dust, exploding into a cloud of smoke, before reforming his form more than ten meters in front of him.
"Kid, you really want to kill me?"
“Go up on stage and fight, go down and drink, it’s all the same to you.” After saying this, Zhong Ming turned around and was about to jump off the high platform, leaving everyone confused.
Zhong Ming was thinking... 'What kind of nonsense is this? Do they think I'm a complete idiot? If this could make people give up resistance, then I'd just use my divine sense to shout this phrase in battle and make the enemy lay down their weapons.'
He struck with his sword, but although it was ineffective, he was in a great mood; at least he felt relieved.
Since everyone thinks my second-place finish is impressive, then I'll show you how impressive I am today.
The old man was momentarily embarrassed. He couldn't really take out the Immortal Binding Rope to take the person away, could he? It seemed inappropriate to make a scene like this.
The old man thought about it for a moment, then hurried after him.
However, Zhong Ming glanced casually to the side and saw someone whose cultivation level he couldn't fathom. He casually said, "Let him take me there. I find him more agreeable."
This statement was directed at the so-called "Zhao Wusheng." At the very least, it needed to be confirmed that it truly represented the will of a higher-up, and not just something the old man casually said to control him.
The "square-faced" male cultivator that Zhong Ming pointed to looked confused, then turned his head and nodded towards the distance.
“This… cultivator, please come with me.” He said this, which startled the old man beside him. Now he had no choice but to accept it. He secretly remembered this grudge and followed his words, saying, “You took him away and attacked me. You’ve gone too far.”
Without waiting for any response, he flew away.
The 134th Battalion's camp is located in a remote area, and the no-fly zone is set up relatively high, allowing low-altitude flights.
Xuan Jing gave a wink, and Zhong Ming beckoned, so he immediately pushed Chen Dahai to follow.
Passing through the noisy crowd, and through gazes of regret, admiration, and indifference, a huge pit appeared in the middle of his low-lying houses.
"This place was created by a secondary explosion of an ammunition depot," the male cultivator in front casually remarked.
Zhong Ming estimated the size of the place; it was definitely over two hundred zhang deep. It was extremely deep below, with thick logs stuck along the edge of the rock wall to serve as stairs. Below was a large plaza surrounded by countless openings, the exact destinations of which were unknown.
The group exchanged a glance and then jumped down.
If everyone can fly, then there's no need to worry about stairs.
Zhong Ming used his sword control technique to drag Chen Dahai's wheelchair down with him, while Xuan Jing silently plummeted to the ground beside him.
Flying is not as fast as jumping.
The moment he landed, his armor flashed, and he landed steadily, kicking up a cloud of dust and drawing a chorus of curses.
After landing, the male cultivator led the group toward a cave entrance. There were only a few cultivators coming and going along the way, and their terrifying auras were so overwhelming that even if Zhong Ming tried to conceal them, they still made his hair stand on end, and he unconsciously wanted to grab his weapon.
"That door in front is where Lord Zhao is located."
"Okay, thank you, senior."
The man looked at him strangely, but didn't offer any explanation, and simply slowed his pace.
Zhong Ming quickly arrived at the door and knocked. Cultivator cave dwellings usually have a doorbell so as not to disturb the person inside if they are in seclusion. However, this place was just a bare stone door with none of those things.
"Senior Zhao, I am Master Cuihong."
"Enter."
The stone door suddenly opened, revealing the person inside—the recruiting officer of the Flame Wolf Army.
Zhong Ming remembered it clearly; he had even left afterimages as he ran with himself in his arms.
Zhao Wusheng was dressed in coarse linen clothes and had an ordinary face. In front of him was a set of antique table and chairs made of an unknown material, with some tea sets on them. The golden dragon tea ornament could even "move" in place.
"Come, young friend Zhong, have a seat."
The man took the bell-ringing record and placed it aside, inviting the group to sit down. His spiritual energy and rising mist merged into one, and the teapot floated up to pour tea for the three newlyweds.
"Thank you, senior." Zhong Ming was quite adept at this; when in doubt, he would first offer a bow.
Zhao Wusheng smiled slightly and said jokingly, "Why are you being so polite now? Weren't you just about to kill my servant with a single sword stroke?"
"Senior is too kind. The arena is full of deceit and treachery. How could I risk my life over a single word? Now that I have seen your true face, I should apologize."
Just as Zhao Wusheng was about to see what unusual way Zhong Ming would apologize, Zhong Ming raised his hand and held up a teacup, saying, "I'll punish myself with a cup first." With that, he drank the steaming spiritual tea in one gulp.
Then.....
Zhao Wusheng watched the "monkey call" performance for a few minutes.
After taking a sip, Zhong Ming felt as if he had swallowed a red-hot iron ball. The scalding hot tea was like lava, flowing wherever it went, causing a violent burning sensation. The pain made him "howl to the sky," but when he opened his mouth, a large amount of mist came out, and when he closed his mouth, the mist sprayed out of his nose, which was quite comical.
Subsequently, the burning sensation spread through the esophagus and stomach, beginning to spread throughout the body. The highly aggressive spiritual energy rushed into Zhong Ming's body, constantly washing over him. Although he had a polishing brick protecting his meridians, it was ultimately only the Foot Taiyin Spleen Meridian, which could not protect his entire body.
Zhong Ming had no choice but to immediately circulate his cultivation technique. The spiritual energy in the dragon vein was water-based, so he immediately began to circulate it through his meridians, performing the Great Circulation, and sending the spiritual energy that was constantly seeping into his body to the dragon vein and his dantian.