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Chapter 47 Precious Meat and Precious Medicine
Liu Sheng and his senior brother explained.
I have already mastered the art of skin refining. Is there any way to advance my cultivation level further in a short period of time without damaging my foundation?
"Yes, junior brother, yes."
Liu Sheng had only asked casually, but he didn't expect it to actually work, and his eyes lit up.
The senior disciple pondered, "The cost is a bit high. It would be more cost-effective if you were willing to practice slowly."
What do you mean by practicing slowly? You can't practice slowly at all right now, not to mention the new skills that can only be unlocked in the Body Training Realm.
From a more practical perspective, if one cannot even persevere to the third round of the martial arts examination, then one is not a martial arts scholar.
Paying taxes for another 3 years on your own shop would be a complete waste of money.
Moreover, the actual improvement in strength is far more important than temporary wealth. Especially after just surviving a robbery by wolf demons, if one's strength were even slightly weaker...
The entire caravan may have been wiped out.
So if spending money can solve the problem, then we should spend it.
Needless to say.
Now holding a huge sum of 300 taels of silver, the wealthy and arrogant Liu Sheng had no idea what it meant to spend too much.
"It's just money, I have plenty of money now!"
Liu Sheng was secretly pleased with himself.
Lu You saw his smugness.
The latter is understandable. When he first joined the sect, he also felt that his family had a business that should be able to support his immersion in martial arts.
But who would have thought that this internal training method would be so expensive? In the end, I followed my master and obtained an official rank within the rebel army, earning some money to supplement my income.
That's how he cultivated to the Yi Jin Jing level.
Of course, he didn't want to punish Liu Sheng too early.
Instead, it was explained as follows:
"At the very least, it would be monster meat and tonics, which we martial artists would call precious meat and precious medicine."
Upon hearing the words "monster meat," Liu Sheng indeed recalled that he had eaten a piece of monster meat provided by Old Man Kang before his fist technique had even reached a minor level of proficiency.
The effect was immediate, and he remembers it vividly.
Liu Sheng suddenly thought of the 12 werewolf corpses.
What a waste!
Although he was somewhat disgusted by eating human-shaped things.
But now, if I run back and start gnawing on the wolf carcass, is it too late?
Lu heard his junior brother's sigh.
I laughed when I heard that:
"Junior brother, the monster meat must be from a beast-shaped creature. The meat of a humanoid monster is poisonous and cannot be eaten. It can only be made into an external ointment by a specialized physician."
"Oh, no wonder they just disposed of the body so easily."
Liu Sheng thought to himself.
Even in this small county town, the meat of these demonic beasts isn't so easy to obtain.
But we can ask Second Sister tomorrow. Hongliu Restaurant is the most upscale restaurant in the county and has a supply channel for mutton. It wouldn't hurt to ask her.
Now he can only ask about another approach:
"What about that precious medicine?"
"You've probably heard of precious medicines before, like ginseng and lingzhi."
Lu You didn't say anything too mysterious.
He explained that the essence of martial arts practitioners' internal cultivation methods is "guiding qi into the body".
Therefore, many tonics that have grown for a long time and have been "soaked" in diluted spiritual energy can effectively assist martial artists and accelerate their internal cultivation techniques.
It's like the spiritual energy was stored in the tonic, and now it's being used.
But it must be an edible tonic, otherwise everyone would be clinging to the tree and gnawing on it.
"I've heard that some people are too weak to tolerate strong tonics. Could there be side effects from taking too much?"
Liu Sheng was quite cautious about anything that required his own self-cultivation, and he would ask questions whenever he thought of something.
The eldest brother said with a smile:
"That's only if you eat too much. Eating normally is fine; if you only eat and don't practice, your strength will be weak. Besides, precious medicines are quite expensive, so it's not that easy to overeat them!"
Oh, so it all comes down to dosage.
It's not the kind of poison that will kill you immediately if you eat a little too much; it just sounds like it costs a lot of money.
Liu Sheng was relieved.
It's getting late today.
He plans to visit Qianjin Medical Clinic and Hongliu Restaurant tomorrow to inquire. Perhaps he can find one of these precious meats or precious medicines?
He bid farewell to his senior brother and went home.
late at night.
In the vast desert.
The silvery moonlight cast a cold glow on the headless general statue and the pile of hideous wolf heads in front of it.
A breeze swept by, making a mournful sound.
A group of about three hundred demon soldiers walked silently along the official road under the moonlight.
The soldiers wore red-tasseled leather helmets, felt armor inlaid with iron plates, curved swords at their waists, and carried hard bows or spears on their backs. Among them were goat-men, monkey-men, minotaur-men, and so on, of varying heights, but the marching formation was orderly.
Two goat-man nobles stood before the headless statue, their eyes filled with complex emotions.
The leading general looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His facial features were not much different from those of a human, except for his skin color and pupils.
Her hair was tied in braids, she wore a gilded Buddhist crown, black chainmail, and a dark red auspicious cloud-patterned noble robe. She had a sable cloak draped over her shoulders, and a leather belt inlaid with red coral around her waist, from which hung a long curved sword engraved with runes.
He stood tall and imposing, exuding authority without anger.
Bai Lang was the youngest commander of a thousand households in the Great Fan Dynasty.
At this moment, Commander Lun let his soldiers advance, while he and his deputy remained where they were, looking at the headless general statue before them.
The lieutenant frowned slightly as he looked at the pile of wolf heads before him.
"Lord Commander, he's a deserter... Judging from the wolf head's features, he's a wolf clan border soldier who fled from the front lines. He was beheaded here, and considering the way the ears were cut off, it's very likely that it was done by Zhang Tianxing's rebel army nearby!"
Bai Lang did not answer immediately.
He bowed solemnly before the stone statue of Guo Wusheng, performing the etiquette of a great Tibetan nobleman to an elder.
The ceremony is over.
His gaze returned to the pile of wolf heads, his tone flat but with a hint of coldness: "Deserters, utterly devoid of military honor, using them to commemorate this human hero is an understatement."
The lieutenant, upon hearing this, dared not refute it.
But he still harbored a sliver of resentment:
"But...but even if these wolf soldiers are guilty, they should be dealt with according to military law. Zhang Tianxing's abuse of private punishment is a blatant disregard for the imperial court. These lowly humans are truly..."
Lun Bailang raised his hand, stopping the deputy general from making any further, potentially more inflammatory remarks. He pointed to the stone statue and said:
"Guo Xiao, the last Martial Saint of the human race, guarded the lonely city with white hair and died standing on the city wall. His bravery and integrity... It must be said that for the human race, to kill them all is the only way to show respect, not to just curse like a shrew."
Upon hearing this, the lieutenant remained silent for a moment.
When he looked at the statue again, the resentment in his eyes lessened slightly.
After that, the two remained silent.
Seeing this pile of wolf heads, it's highly likely the work of the rebel army. This indicates that the situation of the Sandbar people is far worse than they imagined.
They had already guessed the true intention of the imperial court in conscripting their tribal warriors from thousands of miles away.
The war with the Bone Bird Khanate.
It's probably just a smokescreen.
If the rebel army really has become this rampant.
This so-called external war may well turn into the final battle to completely wipe out the human race.
Of course, this is all on the premise that the Shang tribe does not cause any disruption this time, and that the Bone Bird Khanate does not actually launch a large-scale military invasion.
The family's tasks going forward will essentially fall into these three categories.
Zhang Tianxing, Shangzu, and the Bone Bird Khanate.
There is only one focus.
That's a sandbar.
After a long silence, the deputy general asked for opinions:
"Lord Commander, shall we proceed to Crescent Moon County next? I've heard that Lun Ren, that good-for-nothing who relies on nepotism, has been making a lot of trouble lately, but has repeatedly failed. He has truly disgraced our Lun clan."
As the commander mounted his horse, his gaze fixed on the direction of Qili County, his tone resolute:
"We'll take the tribal men and head to Qili County first. The county military commander there is one of my father's old subordinates. We'll go there to find out the real situation on the border."
The lieutenant reminded him, "But your father instructed us about your brother's matter..."
Upon hearing this, the commander frowned.
This includes disdain for the younger brother's choice.
There was also dissatisfaction with the arrangements made by her father.
But that doesn't stop it.
When the topic of benevolence was raised, the commander's face was filled with undisguised contempt:
"After a few days, once I've finished my business... could you go to Crescent Moon County for me and take my younger brother there?"
"yes!"