I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

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76. Immortal

Jiang Ke'er lived peacefully in the cage and didn't feel anything out of place.

While people outside are shouting for war, all you have to do is sit back and wait for the results. This feeling of laziness is shameful, but it feels good.

"dinner time!"

It was soon time for dinner.

Although Jiang Ke'er was imprisoned, she also had her share.

She munched on the bread leisurely, looking at the soldiers who were queuing for food, laughing and playing - at this time they didn't know what was about to happen.

"You stinky glutton! Get out of here!" Suddenly, the cook in charge of serving meals cursed.

A short figure, head lowered, slipped out of the crowd carrying a large plate of food.

"It's time for you to grow up, little brat," Jiang Ke'er saw it and couldn't help but chuckle and shook her head.

After eating, she leaned against the cell door and closed her eyes to rest.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the army became enthusiastic and everyone felt that victory was within reach.

No matter how hard the Azure Dragon Army tried, they were unable to climb over the tall walls of the Suzaku Army. They just rushed up in waves to die, wasting their strength meaninglessly - this was the current situation that everyone could see.

Now the difference in numbers between the two armies has reached one to two.

What's more, by killing opponents, they can gain points, which can then be exchanged for abilities from the big white ball to strengthen themselves. With this balance of power, the Suzaku Army sees no reason to fail.

Few saw the danger.

Up to now, the decision-makers of the Suzaku Army have still not organized any proactive attack, but have been passively defending.

The reason is - in addition to the Azure Dragon Army, there are two more waves of enemies, the White Tiger and the Black Tortoise. We should preserve our strength to the greatest extent possible in order to achieve the final victory.

This is true, but now the food and grass are running out. Although the monks have not started to eat humans yet, they are not far from doing so.

But the hungry soldiers could only protest. In the absence of anyone to take the lead in causing trouble, they could only pin their hopes on the decision-makers, hoping that they had a plan in mind and were trustworthy.

Finally, good news came from the decision-makers.

"We will prepare for an attack in the coming days! Everyone, be prepared!"

"The White Tiger Army has already surrounded the Azure Dragon Army! Once they are both defeated, our Suzaku Army will attack and capture them all!"

Are we finally going to move out?!

The soldiers were in high spirits.

"General, since we are going to take the initiative to attack, we must fill our stomachs first!"

"That's true," the general said with cold sweat on his forehead, looking at the deputy general.

"We have run out of food and grass, but it doesn't matter," the old deputy general said calmly, "at least we still have meat to eat."

"Where does the meat come from?" the soldiers asked in confusion.

The general lowered his head and dared not say a word.

Just when the soldiers were puzzled, the old deputy general said calmly: "Those guys who have no military achievements and are just taking advantage of the situation on the battlefield are useless. It is better for them to become food for the victory of the brothers."

"This……"

The soldiers looked hesitant.

No matter how cruel they are, there is still some resistance to cannibalism.

However, listening to the rumbling sound in their stomachs, they couldn't help but clench their teeth, finding it extremely difficult to make a decision.

The food supply has been cut off for two days. They haven't eaten for two whole days and have maintained high-intensity fighting. Now they are so hungry that they feel weak and dizzy.

In this state, devouring the flesh and blood of one's own kind doesn't seem that difficult.

Anyway, for a monk, nothing is more important than staying alive.

They couldn't help but cast their eyes on Jiang Ke'er in the cage and swallowed their saliva.

"She can't be eaten. If all the drummers die, we'll have to keep him to play the drums," someone said, then looked at Zhao Gen, a casual cultivator in another cage, and said, "This kid is useless."

Zhao Gen was shocked, but he couldn't make a sound.

The deputy general nodded and said, "It's really useless to keep him here and send someone to guard him. Let's start with him... You don't have to hold a grudge. I am willing to demonstrate it myself."

As he said this, the deputy general ordered his men to tie up Zhao Gen.

Then he walked up to Zhao Gen, lowered his head, and bit Zhao Gen's calf.

"Squeak-"

In front of the silent tent, the only sound was the sound of teeth tearing flesh.

Blood flowed down the old lieutenant's white beard, rolling down like a stream.

The deputy general swallowed a mouthful of blood food, chewed it, swallowed it, and then wiped his mouth elegantly, smiling: "It's not bad, it tastes good when you're so hungry... But, be careful and gentle when you take this bite, don't bite the vital parts or the large blood vessels, otherwise he will die and disappear in a white light."

"You have to bite slowly and leisurely."

"vomit--"

Some soldiers were retching violently.

They were disgusted by the sight, but there was no food in their stomachs to vomit.

They could not accept the act of cannibalism. This shocking scene was beyond their tolerance.

To be precise, most people could not accept cannibalism, and only a few people began to swallow their saliva.

"That's it. Each team will report everyone's merit points, starting from the lowest merit points, as blood food." The deputy general ordered, "This is the only way to win. As for him..."

The deputy general glanced at Zhao Gen and continued, "Whoever wants to eat, come up and eat. This will also serve as a demonstration for everyone."

No one moved; the influence of civilization had not yet fallen.

The deputy general didn't care. He just asked someone to bandage Zhao Gen's wound and left Zhao Gen in the center of the camp.

It was getting dark.

Pei Min quietly crawled to Jiang Ke'er's side, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly took out a piece of bread from his clothes.

"Master, eat it quickly. This is what I saved up for the past two days."

Jiang Ke'er looked at Pei Min in surprise, quickly took the cake and hid it in her sleeve.

"Since we knew there was going to be a famine, I have been storing food since the day you were locked up," Pei Min said with a shy smile. "In the first few days, no one cared. At most, they called me a glutton, but I was the drummer, so they didn't dare to do anything to me. So I stored a lot during those days."

"I never thought you had the potential to be a hamster." Jiang Ke'er gave a thumbs up and swallowed the biscuit in no time, almost choking to death.

However, the burning hunger in my stomach finally subsided.

Without spiritual power to sustain himself, monks will become hungry like mortals and must rely on these worldly things to sustain their lives.

They look down on ordinary people and claim to be civilized and noble scholars, but when faced with hunger, they are as miserable as ordinary people.

Besides, monks who have never experienced hunger have no idea about food.

In the past few days, Pei Min witnessed with his own eyes how they went from extravagance to tightening their belts, and finally even killing each other for a piece of cake.

Everything he saw completely shattered his vision of the elegant image of an immortal.

But at least they haven't eaten anyone yet.

Still holding the last bottom line.

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77. Full

"Master, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

Pei Min lowered his head: "I was too naive and got you locked up."

"Your idea is correct, but you are not strong enough." Jiang Ke'er paused, "If you were strong enough, as strong as your master, you wouldn't have to be so cautious."

"Yes, yes, you are really amazing, but you are still locked up even though you are so amazing," Pei Min complained, "Don't brag about yourself at a time like this, okay?"

"Hehe, you're only on the second floor..."

"Yes, yes, you are on the 10,000th floor." Pei Min interrupted, "So what should we do now?"

"Wait."

"You'll starve to death if you wait any longer!"

"How many days will the food you stored last?" Jiang Ke'er asked.

"About three days."

"Then we'll talk about it in three days."

Jiang Ke'er leaned lazily against the cage, patting her belly with contentment.

It's getting light.

In a blink of an eye, it has been the tenth day since entering the secret realm.

"We will launch the attack tomorrow," said the old lieutenant.

"Why do we have to wait until tomorrow? How many tomorrows have you promised?" the soldier said angrily. "We are tired of your empty promises! We want to eat real cake!"

The soldiers below were already extremely angry. Even though they were somewhat afraid of the old man's identity as the "Lu family elder" and that there were always disciples from the sect maintaining stability, they could no longer hold back.

When nutrients are burned out, hunger begins to burn sanity.

Even though their brains were groggy, they began to sense that something was wrong.

"Why? What do you think?" The old deputy general smiled and said, "In your current state, can you go to the battlefield?"

The soldiers were stunned.

"Go eat," the old deputy general said gently, "after you are full, you will have the strength to go to the battlefield."

“……”The soldiers began to hesitate.

“Don’t hesitate, as long as you take that step, there will be a vast sea and sky of happiness behind you,” the old lieutenant looked at them kindly, just like a kind elder at home... He would have looked even more like one if there hadn’t been blood scabs on his beard from yesterday.

“……”The soldiers began to struggle.

"Everything in this world has a price. What you get depends on how much you are willing to pay," the old lieutenant looked at them sympathetically, "I understand how difficult this is, but...what is more important than surviving and becoming a winner?"

"..." There was light in the soldiers' eyes, as if they saw hope in the old lieutenant's words.

"We have endured so much pain. If we give up at the last moment, won't it all be in vain?" The old deputy general was heartbroken. "As long as we cross this hurdle, what awaits us is victory! To be at the top, to stand out from the crowd! To be the only victorious team in this secret realm! For these...what hurdle can't be crossed?"

"I believe in you! You can do it!" The old lieutenant said loudly, waved his hand, and walked back to the tent.

The general swallowed, looked at the old lieutenant in horror, and followed him into the tent.

After spending these few days together, he realized how terrifying the other person was.

The other party's position, his thoughts, and his lack of bottom line... are things that I can never imagine or do in my lifetime.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone could do such a cruel thing, and do it as casually and naturally as eating and drinking.

In the first few days, he still had the idea of ​​resisting, thinking that the other party's behavior was against etiquette and morality. But one night later, he completely gave up the idea of ​​resisting.

Because he suddenly remembered that the so-called etiquette and morality, the way of saints, and the behavior of saints that he had learned since childhood... were originally passed down from the Lu family.

The Lu family of Fanyang, the Cui family of Boling, the Cui family of Qinghe, the Zheng family of Xingyang, and the Wang family of Taiyuan.

The four major families, Cui, Lu, Zheng and Wang, claim to uphold the ways of saints and have passed them down for hundreds of generations. They have always been revered as saint ancestors by the world of monks.

No matter how dynasties change, they always stand firm and have always been the largest family force in the world of cultivators... Even now, there are still countless members of the clan serving as officials in the court.

As one of the four major surnames, the Lu family has always claimed to uphold the orthodoxy of the saints, cultivate oneself and establish virtues, and call on people all over the world to attach importance to courtesy, righteousness, and virtue like them.

Is this the Lu family's ethics and morality?

learned.

The cold wind brought with it a faint fishy smell, which was Zhao Gen’s wound that had not yet healed.

The soldiers swallowed.