Chapter 18 Upper Body
I slept until noon, and I felt so refreshed.
After howling a few times at the sun in the sky, Zhang Yang felt that he could be resurrected with full health twelve times on the spot.
But today is destined to be an extremely busy and important day.
At this moment, Zhang Yang's mind was particularly clear. He quickly recalled what had happened in the past two days and immediately came to a conclusion.
"The process of cutting the wooden spear has no direct connection with the result of the wooden spear becoming a magical weapon, but there is an indirect connection."
"The main reason why I was successful was not because I mastered the confinement spell, but because the wooden spear cut by Wu Yuan was of very good quality and could withstand more confinement spells. The failure of the confinement spell turned into a mental shock, which meant that I used my soul power to constantly nourish the wooden spear, and finally I was able to imprint the confinement spell on it."
"So there is no need for me to release the imprisonment spell. I just need to make sure that my soul power can skip this step and directly nourish the wooden spear."
"In a word, soul power, or mental power, can change the matter in reality as long as it is strong enough. I don't need to care about the principle of this process. After all, I am not a nitpicker. The most important thing for me now is to keep making these imprisonment spears. It would be best if I could make more than a hundred of them. When the deer monsters come to attack, I will shoot them in the face!"
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"Village Chief."
Just as Zhang Yang was smiling strangely at the sky alone, Wu Yuan had already arrived in front of Zhang Yang with 19 elite soldiers.
"Their wooden spear throwing skills are all about the same at the moment. What level of throwing skill do you need?"
"Wait? What do you mean 'almost the same'?" Zhang Yang was stunned. He had asked Wu Yuan to pick out a few soldiers with the best throwing ability before, intending to let them all use the confined wooden spears. After all, if the accuracy is not good enough and they cannot hit the target, wouldn't it be a waste?
At this time Wu Yuan picked up a stone from the ground, raised his hand and threw it dozens of meters high. Then he quickly pulled out a wooden spear, and with a whoosh, he smashed the stone in the air in the blink of an eye.
This move was amazing, but it was not Wu Yuan's true throwing level.
Zhang Yang said nothing, waiting for what to come.
Wu Yuan said again: "Village leader, since these 19 people have just started training, their current throwing skills can only hit fixed targets within 50 meters. But if they are allowed to train for another two days and two nights, they will all be able to reach the level I just demonstrated."
Zhang Yang understood it instantly, but did they still have three days of buffer training time? Moreover, if people don't sleep and rest, their bodies will not be able to bear it.
Finally, if the deer monster suddenly attacks during this period of time, everything will be ruined.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Wu Yuan, "Even if we are lucky and the deer monster won't appear in a short time, how are you going to solve the problem of rest? In the past two days, they have been training until midnight and only sleep four hours a day. This will make them too tired and they won't be able to perform at their peak when they meet the enemy."
"Also, is their training progress so fast that they can become throwing masters in just five days? Or do you have any secrets?"
"Village Chief, regarding fatigue and recovery, this is not a problem at all. I have discovered in the past two days that as long as we are close to the Wood Demon Tower, our fatigue will recover quickly. All you need to do is allow them to enter the Wood Demon Tower to rest."
"As for your second question, there is no secret. The reason why their training progress is so fast is entirely based on the premise that they are already elite soldiers. I think five days is too slow for a soldier who is used to life and death and whose physical strength is at its peak to learn an attack skill that is not too complicated."
"In other words, their coordination between hands, eyes and body is very strong. As long as they master the basic skills, they will improve rapidly."
Wu Yuan explained it to Zhang Yang in detail, then hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Village Chief, I have a suggestion that I'm not sure if it's feasible. I don't know why you want to build the village here, but our number is too small. We won't have any problems facing sporadic monster attacks, but once we face a large number of enemies, it's easy to lose our way and fall into a complete disadvantage."
"So I think we should shrink our defense circle, with the Wood Demon Tower as the core, cut down trees, dig trenches, and build simple village walls. This way, we can avoid field battles with the enemy, and we don't have to rely too much on secondary defense. Once the enemy attacks, the wooden spear throwing we are currently training will come in handy."
"Okay, I'll do as you say, but don't forget to cut a wooden spear for me. I want the best quality."
Zhang Yang completely agreed with Wu Yuan's suggestion. This was also his idea. After all, now that he had the primary magic weapon, the Spear of Confinement, he had to study carefully how to fight.
Next, everyone started to move, and the 19 elite soldiers continued to train their wooden spear throwing.
Wu Yuanze took the time to cut the wooden spear.
After a careful deduction, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and recruited six more longbowmen. After using the incomplete demon souls to upgrade them to elite units, he asked them to work with the previous six elite archers to cut down trees and build simple village walls.
This is very important. In his plan, he relied on the village wall for defense and took advantage of the terrain of the hill to look down from a high position. He could use the spear of confinement to confine the enemy and then use an ordinary wooden spear to quickly kill the enemy. This was simply perfect.
However, the premise of this plan is that Zhang Yang can really produce enough Spears of Confinement.
"I hope luck is still on my side and the deer monster won't show up too soon."
Zhang Yang thought about it in his heart, but he didn't really pin his hopes on it. After all, he now had 31 elite soldiers, plus Wu Yuan, and he had the advantage of terrain, so he had the confidence even if he had to fight hard.
Afterwards, he did not rush to make the Spear of Confinement, but continued with his previous idea to see if he could skip the step of releasing the confinement spell and directly use soul power to nourish it, which would greatly save the consumption of soul power.
"Then this matter is a bit tricky. The reason why I can master the confinement spell is because the village construction order and the lord's demon soul directly act on my body. So I learned it in a flash, but how can I let the power of the ethereal soul act on real objects now?"
While thinking, Zhang Yang inadvertently looked up and saw Wu Yuan cutting the wooden spear.
Wu Yuan cut the wooden spear very quickly, with an indescribable rhythm. Every time the cut was made, the flying wood chips were extremely beautiful and looked quite comfortable.
Even Zhang Yang had the illusion that Wu Yuan was giving life and soul to a wooden spear, bringing it to life! "Perhaps maintaining absolute concentration is a good way, just like the awe Wu Yuan mentioned before."
Zhang Yang seemed to be thinking about something. "In fact, I took a detour or thought in the wrong direction. The awe that Wu Yuan mentioned is not just fear and terror, but it means that when you devote yourself to it, just like facing life and death, you can naturally gain more focused power. For me, this is the secret to connecting the power of the soul to reality! In fact, if my soul power is strong and precise enough, then I can definitely get more details than what I can see with my naked eyes."
Zhang Yang picked up a wooden stick, drew out his long knife, closed his eyes, and cleared his mind.
I don't know how much time had passed, but the sounds of insects chirping in the grass popped into Zhang Yang's mind, and then an unknown insect the size of a soybean with four pairs of wings appeared vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. No, even if he saw it with his own eyes, it would not be so real and detailed, because the internal structure of the insect was presented one by one at this moment.
Zhang Yang was startled, and the illusion disappeared the next second. In the grass a few dozen meters away, an identical insect exploded into a paste.
"Oh my god, it turns out this is possible!"
After calming down his inner turmoil, Zhang Yang continued to try. With the first success, everything went smoothly afterwards. He also gradually mastered the rules of controlling soul power.
He initially considered whether his soul power could be classified as magic or cultivation, but when he was able to control this power, he found that it didn't really matter.
“What really matters is that I’m in control!”
After killing seven or eight insects to pieces and turning a dozen weeds into powder, Zhang Yang successfully used his soul power to lock the wooden stick in his hand.
The feeling is magical. There is no need to see with the eyes or touch with the hands. The wooden stick appears out of thin air in a completely blank world, and then is continuously decomposed into bark, scars, wood grain, wood fibers, and then into finer and smaller structures.
"I see."
Zhang Yang muttered to himself while maintaining fine control over the log, and at the same time he cut it with a knife. It was not awkward because the cut was made completely according to the internal structure of the log, without any mistakes. From the inside to the outside, the depth of each scar, the direction of each fiber, the thickness of each layer of bark were all clearly decomposed.
Then, based on these internal details, the knife is used to lightly carve, not simply to achieve uniform thickness, but to ensure the integrity of each fiber and the stability of the entire log's internal structure.
From beginning to end, all in one go! This is the true use of a B-level soul, not just for casting spells.
If one thing goes well, everything will go well.
When Zhang Yang opened his eyes again, he saw Wu Yuanzheng's eyes wide open, so shocked that a goose egg could fit into his mouth.
"Uh--Village Chief, how--how did you do that? This is amazing."
"Me? Of course I'm possessed by a ghost!"
Zhang Yang laughed heartily, feeling extremely happy!
(End of this chapter)
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