Chapter 101 Qin Mo and the Brothel

As the sun rose, its warm light fell on the shivering Japanese people. They had endured the freezing night of minus thirty degrees Celsius with only their winter clothes and by huddling together for warmth, which showed Qin Mo's guards, who were on duty in shifts, the madness of these Japanese dwarfs.

Finally, there was movement in the camp. Two dejected figures emerged—the two Japanese brigade commanders and their captains. Beside them were the guards who had consistently looked down on Rao Qinmo, the Japanese. The guards patted their shoulders repeatedly, offering quiet words of comfort.

The crowd waiting outside the camp was deathly silent. The anxiety and fervor in their eyes had vanished, replaced by a thick sense of disappointment and a hazy fog.

"Sigh... You don't even know the Great Xia script. How can you possibly attain enlightenment based solely on the rubbings of human meridian diagrams?"

Liu Renguang was somewhat resentful about Qin Mo's decision to make him protect the three Japanese. In his opinion, the Japanese were wasting their use of the rubbing of the "Breaking the Secret" and the "vital energy potion," and it would have been better to distribute them to the soldiers of high-ranking officials.

The cultivation method that the Great Xia obtained from the ancient ruins was not "Zhiyong Polu". However, "Zhiyong Polu" was written in a script that was very similar to the Great Xia script, and the main idea of ​​the cultivation method was also very consistent with the Great Xia culture. Therefore, "Polu" is the most suitable cultivation method for the Great Xia, without exception.

Many soldiers of the empire, despite using numerous rubbings and "medicines," failed to attain enlightenment because they were illiterate and unable to comprehend the obscure incantations in the "Broken Record." Now, the Japanese are using such rubbings, which is akin to fishing with a straight hook; their chances of attaining enlightenment are as slim as can be.

As the two left the camp, they saw thousands of Japanese compatriots whose faces were blue from the cold, and they were overcome with grief and burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? If becoming a cultivator were that easy, would Lord Miyamoto have such a revered status?"

Kaihime stepped out from the crowd, her loud rebuke leaving the two weeping Japanese samurai utterly ashamed. If a mere woman could be so composed, why couldn't they be so forgiving?

A long howl rang out, and Kaihime and Qin Mo's guards turned sharply to look into the camp. There, a stubborn Japanese man persisted, even though the effects of the "vitality potion" had long worn off. He was still relying on his tenacious willpower to seek that sliver of an opportunity.

Finally, a solitary figure approached. His faint smile rekindled hope in the eyes of the Japanese. The subtle glint in his eyes... made Kaihime breathe a sigh of relief, and she turned to quietly leave. At this moment, only one protagonist was needed here.

"What a lucky guy. I used two doses of the rubbing 'medicine' back then." Liu Renguang stared at Inoue Hideo for a long time before muttering a curse.

"Awooo..." A cry even more terrifying than a wolf's howl broke through the air as they twisted their stiff limbs, venting the pent-up frustration in their hearts.

In Japan, cultivators have always been synonymous with the highest nobility. Only a few of the most illustrious families can cultivate legendary cultivators; they are born nobles. Commoners can only ever look up to them, never even having the right to dream, because they are simply not qualified to come into contact with those mysterious cultivation methods.

Now, the Crown Prince of Heng of the Great Xia has opened a door for them. Although the ticket to that door is to risk their lives, no one will hesitate now. They will all rush forward and squeeze through that narrow door.

"What's going on? What's going on? What are you doing? Have the orcs returned?" Kong Yue, with disheveled hair and clothes, rushed to the outside of the Da Yuan army camp, looked around, and then asked the sentry.

"It's the Japanese celebrating their victory," the sentry said politely to the nobleman who was well-known in the army.

"Damn it, what kind of victory are they celebrating? My side almost had a massacre, you know?" Kong Yue breathed a sigh of relief, cursing as he walked back. The Wu Ning army suffered heavy losses this time. He had finally managed to appease his men last night, but this commotion this morning really annoyed him.

Qin Mo was also extremely annoyed. Several groups of people had come to inquire, and he had always brushed them off by saying that the Japanese were celebrating. He ordered Kaihime to severely reprimand the Japanese, "What are you yelling about, you mere cultivators in the Breaking Human Realm? Do you want everyone to know that I've exchanged too many potion rubbings, and even the Japanese are using them?"

In contrast, three of the soldiers of the Great Xia entered the Dao and became cultivators in one night, but they did not make a sound. They were all silently accumulating strength and cultivating. Their uncles and elders would tell them that this was only the beginning and that the road ahead was both difficult and long.

Cultivation becomes increasingly difficult the more one cultivates. There are probably several hundred cultivators in the Human Realm within the army, but fewer than thirty are in the Yellow Realm, with the majority being white-haired old men. As for the Profound Realm, aside from the freak Qin Mo, there are only four. And if we exclude Allen, the "outsider," there are none in the Earth Realm.

Therefore, during this period of respite from the great battle, the Da Yuan camp was no longer filled with the fervor of the war; instead, people silently cultivated themselves and waited for the next great battle to begin.

Qin Mo walked silently through the streets and alleys of the trading city. He had memorized the streets of the trading city, but he still did not see that person...that carriage.

"My lord, Qin Mo walks past the door every day. Is he really that free? Why doesn't he come in and take a look?"

Qing Ning was combing the hair of Danfengyan; her long, straight, black hair felt wonderful to the touch, and she styled it into a beautiful shape. She was almost suffocating, cooped up in the room the whole time. No battles meant no military merits, and she hadn't come to the North to enjoy herself.

"Would he even look at the mediocre women in our building? Don't you know how picky he is?" The corners of her phoenix eyes curved slightly as she recalled the shameless appearance of a certain man, and her pent-up feelings eased considerably.

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