Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 416 is also a form of search and withdrawal.
After entrusting the work at the site to Jiang Shu, Pei Xia followed Feng Yao to the stream she had mentioned.

There are underground springs on Jiangcheng Mountain, and a sizable lake at the foot of the western mountain, so there are quite a few streams on the mountain.

What Feng Yao was referring to was a relatively large stream not far from the palace.

When I first met Li Qing, she was washing her feet upstream in this stream.

The stream flows along the mountain, and there is a break in the stream, which forms a ravine that is almost fifteen feet deep. At the bottom, there used to be a deep, green pool. Pei Xia had seen it before, and it was very beautiful.

However, when you peek inside, you see nothing but thin, pale-skinned white ghosts surging about.

The stream was narrow, slippery, and deep. These hundred or so white ghosts had fallen in and, with their limited wisdom, had been unable to climb out for several days.

"There's a crevice in the rocks on the other side, no wonder I can't find the way..."

After observing from a distance, Pei Xia slowly raised her eyebrows.

Feng Yao asked, "Should I go down?"

With her current strength, she could easily tear apart a hundred or so Japanese soldiers.

However, Pei Xia shook her head: "No need. Here's what you do: go back and find Jiang Shu later, and have him cordon off this area to see where they might escape from, and also reinforce it."

Judging from Pei Xia's words, is this a plan to lock up these hundred-plus white ghosts?

Feng Yao blinked her bright eyes, didn't ask why, nodded and went to find Jiang Shu.

Pei Xia took another deep look at these white ghosts; this was, in a way, an unexpected windfall.

He then turned around, figuring it was convenient to go to his bedchamber along the way.

Just as Feng Yao had said, the palace was largely intact and had not suffered much damage; even the barrier was still functioning stably.

After swallowing a Yangchun Pill and covering her mouth and nose, Pei Xia went inside.

Beside the central bath, which was filled with earth, twenty large urns, neatly arranged, remained untouched. This foul water had consumed nearly half a bottle of the Glazed Immortal Elixir from Pei Xia, and it would be a real shame to throw it away.

Before entering the dungeon, Pei Xia removed all the jade ginseng, and now the muddy ground in the middle is full of pits.

He hesitated for a moment and did not choose to replant.

His previous experiments on the land of Qinzhou had perfectly verified his conjecture.

If we can reconnect with Lao Han, what he needs most right now is definitely an array that can draw spiritual energy, as this is related to whether he can break through to the Opening Mansion Realm.

Currently, this piece of land seems to be the most suitable place to be used as a retreat room.

As for spiritual plants and elixirs...

He had figured it out in the dungeon: as long as the Jade Palace remained open, some things might not need to be... too formal.

When Pei Xia returned to the outside of Wangjiang Tower, the simple repair work had already been completed.

The doors and windows are temporarily blocked off with fences; the temperature is still quite nice in late spring and early summer.

There weren't enough roof tiles for the time being, so they could only put a few branches down and cover them with straw mixed with clay and mortar, which would at least keep them dry.

Regardless, returning to the shelter they built themselves made everyone feel at ease.

The kitchen wasn't damaged, and Pei Xia generously took two jade ginseng roots and asked the cook to stew them together to nourish everyone.

However, the meal was not very lively.

Especially after nightfall, standing at the edge of the square and looking down the mountain, the two great rivers flowing eastward are dark and silent, which makes people feel uneasy.

In the past twenty years... no, even in the old days, the two ships had never been so quiet, without sound or light.

This only serves to accentuate the fact that Jiangcheng Mountain looks like a dead place.

Pei Xia held a bowl of hot porridge, shoveling it in her mouth while gazing at the massive shadow of the shipyard in the distance below the mountain.

Jiang Shu came up from behind, carrying a bowl, and said as if reporting, "There aren't many places in that stream that can be reinforced, so I just blocked off a few places that looked low."

"Mmm," Pei Xia mumbled, her mouth full of porridge.

Why are you keeping those monsters around?

"Practicing martial arts."

Pei Xia turned to look at him: "Perfect timing. Starting tomorrow, in addition to cultivating and entering the martial arts world, you can also teach them martial arts. Oh, remember that the martial arts of Yunhu Mountain are not to be passed on to outsiders."

Jiang Shu nodded first, then realized, "Oh, you're keeping those white ghosts for sparring." White ghosts are swift and powerful, and their individual strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, but is slightly inferior to low-grade copper-skinned cultivators. They are very suitable sparring partners for copper-skinned cultivators who are just starting out on the mountain.

After all, fighting the White Demon is a real fight, not just a friendly sparring match between fellow disciples. This kind of practical experience is extremely valuable for newly entered cultivators.

What's even more remarkable is that these white ghosts are oblivious to pain and fearless of death, acting like expendable resources, giving their all until they burn themselves out.

They don't even need to eat!
It was easy to use, but after thinking about it for a while, Jiang Shu felt a chill down his spine.

I always feel that it's hard to evaluate my mentor. Sometimes he's incredibly brilliant, and other times the ideas he comes up with are really not like those of a normal person.

"There are two more things, write them down," Pei Xia said while slurping her porridge.

Jiang Shu nodded: "Please speak."

“One is a bucket. Go tell Cao Hua and Guo Gai to gather the disciples who have not been able to enter the practice and search all over the mountain to find and prepare all the sealable containers.”

Jiang Shu didn't quite understand what Pei Xia was going to do with it, but he still nodded in agreement.

"The other one is the ship captain."

Pei Xia stepped onto the railing and gestured towards the dark boathouses below: "Starting tomorrow, organize those disciples who have a chance to obtain copper coins into teams of ten, one for the Lu River and one for the Xian River. You and Feng Yao will each lead a cart down the mountain to search for supplies in the two boathouses. Remember not to be greedy; once the carts are full, return."

On Jiangcheng Mountain, a single Wangjiang Tower and a few row houses could house about a dozen white ghosts.

Two enormous three-story ships, with their many shops and residences, surely harbor a number of white ghosts who haven't yet left.

One is that it can find some resources that are not available on the mountain in a short time, such as cloth, fuel, ironware and so on.

Both of these are also ways to give these future spiritual seeds more training. After all, in addition to the actual combat that will be arranged in the future, this kind of caution and adaptability in the face of danger is also a very important ability.

There might be injuries, but with Jiang Shu and Feng Yao there, no one should die.

I don't know if this counts as opening a window for you in adversity.

Pei Xia never expected that one day she would be able to search and attack Qin Prefecture.

After giving the instructions, he ate his meal.

Pei Xia glanced at Feng Yao, and Xiao Chong met his gaze. Xiao Chong immediately got up and obediently followed Pei Xia back into the house.

Don't misunderstand, she went to protect Pei Xia.

Night fell, and at midnight, Pei Xia would enter the Jade Palace. He didn't know if today was some kind of "third day," but he had to try.

For Pei Xia, the situation in Qin Prefecture is of paramount importance, and whether he can break through to the Kaifu realm as soon as possible is of utmost importance.

……

Twenty miles south of Jiangcheng Mountain, in the darkness, a dozen or so figures emerged disheveled from the woods.

"Brother," a scarred man shouted to the man in front of him, "the sect is gone, what do we do now?"

The leader was a bearded man carrying a large knife. He spat out saliva mixed with mud and sand: "We're lucky to have survived. At least those white devils were after Jiangcheng Mountain."

No sooner had he finished speaking than several of his brothers' stomachs growled with hunger.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's eyes seemed to faintly glow green as they began to scan their companions in the darkness.

As a cultivator from a sect, after spending so much time on the mountain, one has actually forgotten the feeling of hunger.

But as soon as their stomachs growled, their Qinzhou instincts, honed over twenty years, would urge them to eat.

As for what they eat.

No one cares.

The broadsword slammed to the ground with a dull thud, drawing everyone's attention back to the battlefield.

The bearded man scoffed, "You guys really are like dogs that can't stop eating shit."

He gestured with his chin toward the ceaseless flow of the two rivers in the distance: "What's the rush? There are two huge ships right there. Li Qing had tens of thousands of men stationed there before, and now they're leaving in such a hurry, they must have left behind a lot of good stuff."

“Even…” the bearded man looked at the towering Jiangcheng Mountain, “If we take advantage of the situation and occupy Jiangcheng Mountain, then when the Eastern Marquis comes to take over, we might be able to climb the social ladder and get on his good side.”

Compared to their previous meager possessions, this is a million times richer!

He wiped the back of his broadsword and, in the darkness, muttered, "Let's hurry, before those filthy guys from elsewhere get there first!"

(End of this chapter)