NOVPUB"My lord..."
The Deputy General tried to stop him, but was pushed away.
Liao Fang continued discontentedly, "And the result? Up to now, aren't we still at a deadlock? If it were me, I would have captured that Fake White Robe Shanshi long ago!"
"Bang—"
In the midst of his tirade,
the door was kicked open.
A cultivator, smelling the full room of alcohol, frowned and coldly chided, "Han has repeatedly ordered that no one should drink alcohol before the end of the war. Wu City is crucial for food and fodder, it must be strictly obeyed!"
"If you won't let me command, what's wrong with me drinking a little?!" Liao Fang abruptly stood up, "Stop pestering me, believe it or not, I, 'Fang White Robe', can wipe out your three hundred thousand army in a snap of my fingers!"
"Clang—"
Before he could finish speaking,
a spirit light flashed.
A flying sword landed on Liao Fang's neck, causing bright red blood to flow where the skin met the sharp blade, sobering him up considerably.
"Mortal trash!"
The cultivator ultimately did not strike: "If it weren't for you still being of use, I would have slaughtered you by now! If you do not account for the rations by tomorrow morning, just wait for death!"
Having said this, he left with a flick of his sleeves.
"Ah..."
Liao Fang collapsed on the ground, covering his bleeding neck with his hand, first gasping for air in panic, then gradually turning his panic into rage, "Too bullying, too much bullying!"
"My lord, just endure it,"
the Deputy General said helplessly, "After all, we need to rely on these immortal masters to fight the war."
"Get lost, you too get out!"
Liao Fang dismissed the man, feeling utmost grievance.
About half an hour later,
a white-haired old man appeared silently in the room.
It was Yan Yingli, a cultivator who had switched allegiance to Dasheng, who began, "How about it, Wang Jun asked me to see whether you've considered it carefully?"
"Did they agree to my conditions?"
Liao Fang cursed, "That Wang Jun is so stingy, why should I save them?"
"They agreed, not only did they agree, but Chen Sansi even personally wrote you a letter."
As Yan Yingli spoke, he threw a letter scroll, "Take a good look at it yourself."
"Who? A Chen?"
Only then did Liao Fang pick up the letter to read, and soon scoffed, "Isn't he supposed to be formidable? In the end, he still needs to beg me for something! Who is the real White Robe?"
"Better think quickly,"
Yan Yingli reminded, "If it's too late, you might lose these conditions."
...
Time flew by swiftly.
The two armies were in a tense standoff, and in the blink of an eye, another two months had passed.
With only one month left until the Sheng Dynasty ran out of food and fodder.
In a remote place,
Chen Sansi was not discomposed by anxiety; on the contrary, after handling the necessary military duties each day, he would find a place to cultivate, day after day, with utmost calm.
To outsiders, it seemed as though he was unconcerned by the war at all.
The Jing Shen in the human body, representing different parts, do not merely refer to these organs, like the Eye God Ling Jiansheng, it's not that the eyes are divine, rather within this location, Divine Power dwells, concealing a 'Jing Shen' who is merely dormant there.
Thus, more accurately, it's the 'God within the Eyes'.
At this moment, Chen Sansi was practicing the seventh of the upper Eight Sceneries Elements, 'Nose God,' not actually cultivating the nose, but the Jing Shen in that location.
The human body, in equilibrium between Yin and Yang, encompasses all phenomena, and its potential is boundless; these Jing Shen, linked by specific Dao Positions, can exert power.
Bursts of Spiritual Energy began converging towards the position of Chen Sansi's nose, where seemingly a dead tree, under the nourishing rain, gradually revived, sprouted roots again, and then robustly grew.
Suddenly, a spirit light of blue, yellow, white colors shone.
The Nose God, named Zhong Longyu, styled Dao Wei, two and a half inches long, dressed in blue, yellow, and white;
[Cultivation Technique: Dragon Scripture (Entry-level)]
[Progress: 86/100]
Eight Scenic Gods, seven unfolded! 𝚗o𝚟pub.𝚌𝚘𝚖
With only the last Jing Shen left, he could step into the True Power Realm.
And time was also left with only one month!
Chen Sansi next prepared to go without sleep or rest, unsure if there was enough time.
He put away his long spear, mounted his White Horse, and rode back to the city.
As he approached the city gate, he encountered a squad of soldiers returning to camp, about a dozen or so, led by an Assistant General; some had food loaded on their horses, others tied up chickens and ducks, and even led a cow.
"Chen, Commander Chen?"
The Assistant General was taken aback, clearly not expecting to encounter the Commander here. They all dismounted and bowed, "We greet the Commander!"
"You."
Chen Sansi scanned the group, "Where did these things come from?"
The group's eyes shifted around.
"Commander..."
The Assistant General stammered, "We went hunting, we went up the mountain to hunt."
"Up the mountain."
Chen Sansi paused, "And you managed to hunt for food?"
"Thud!"
The Assistant General fell to his knees, "Sir, we actually bought it from nearby villagers."
"Bought it?"
Chen Sansi eyed the blood stains on one of their armors, "Or stole it?"
"Someone!"
"Take them all down!"
Immediately, they were restrained inside the city.
The investigation also clarified things quickly.
"Our food supplies could last another month in theory, but in truth, the supply began decreasing a month ago, and in the last half month, our brothers have hardly anything to eat,"
Teng Le reported, "So, these people went to the village to buy food, but before the war began, the food had already been requisitioned, and the common people barely had enough for themselves, let alone extra to sell... those brothers then started to steal, and accidentally killed an old man."
