Chapter Sixty-Six: That Damn Coming-of-Age Ceremony
The "Spirit Cleansing Potion" is a unique, non-saleable product exclusively produced by the Imperial Family. It is typically awarded to high-ranking civil and military officials who have rendered outstanding service. Its specific function is to grant ordinary people or even those with no talent the basic aptitude for cultivation.
Just how rebellious is it? I've heard of people who used ten copies of the "Broken Record" and ten "vital energy potions" but still didn't enter the Dao, but I've never heard of someone who used the "spirit cleansing potion" but didn't awaken and enter the Dao.
Now that such a powerful potion is on the exchange list, no wonder these nobles are huddled here, their noses running from the cold wind. Even a Xuan Realm cultivator like Qin Mo is tempted. He may not need it himself, but many of his uncles and granduncles' descendants do! There's never enough of this kind of good stuff for stabilizing power.
"Uncle Wu, let's go back!" Qin Mo called to Wu Shengze, intending to return to the camp. There were too many people and too much chatter here; he had many questions that Wu Shengze needed to answer. The two of them left the crowd and were just about to mount their horses when they saw Huang Yue returning from outside. It seemed she had finished her business outside and was heading back to the General's Mansion.
"Commander Huang, how have you been lately?" Qin Mo greeted him with a beaming smile, disguised as a spy.
"Your Highness, what are you doing here? Oh!... It's about exchanging merit points. Well, it's early! I'll just give you a list."
"Oh!...That's wonderful! How about we find a place to have a drink?"
"Alright, Your Highness, please let me go into the mansion to give you a few instructions. I'll be out soon." Huang Yue rushed into the General of the Northern Expedition's mansion, clearly still vivid in his memory of the potent liquor from Da Yuan.
The trading city was a large city in the orc territory, with a large population. Since the northerners loved alcohol, the city naturally had many restaurants and taverns. The three found a tavern run by Rakshasa people, ordered a whole roasted lamb and several specialty dishes, and Qin Mo brought out a few bottles of strong liquor. The three of them drank and chatted, quickly becoming somewhat tipsy.
"Commander Huang! ...Why didn't this merit exchange feature come out sooner? I've had so much free time, and now I have to compete with these nobles for prey...I've only ever hunted, never hunted beastmen! ...This is going to be difficult!..."
"Your Highness, you may not know this, but in the past few days, the General has sent many people to scout several cities around the trading city. They discovered that the enemy is gathering and our troops are insufficient in number. That's why we came up with this good plan... to send the strongest soldiers in the army to intercept and kill important figures in the enemy's army! In the past few days, the enemy situation was unclear, so how could we act rashly?"
Finally, we've reached the key point. Qin Mo's biggest concern was the enemy's distribution outside the city. If she were to actually go out to hunt orcs, being completely in the dark wouldn't be a good idea.
"Captain Huang, where are the enemy troops gathered? Especially the orc warriors, in which direction are they? And... who is the strongest orc in this area?"
"If Your Highness wishes to go hunting outside the city, the General's Mansion will provide you with an enemy intelligence report. As far as I know, the enemy is gathering in the southwest, consisting mainly of Rakshasa people from several nearby cities; the majority are orcish warriors. They seem to be trying to cut off our connection with Ulan City. When the Wu Ning army reinforcements arrived, they encountered a group of scouts, but due to their superior numbers, they were not attacked. As for the strongest orcs..."
Huang Yue looked around and then told Huang Yue with a heartfelt message: "The Great Witch Blackham has been dealing with our General for several years. The General is very familiar with his aura. According to the General, he is not within a thousand miles of the City of Trade."
"The other powerful members of the orc race are all in the southwest. There are several warlords there. They should... be no match for His Highness, right?" Huang Yue looked at Qin Mo's expression as she spoke. Qin Mo was a genuine Xuan Realm cultivator, but his reputation as "the weakest Xuan Realm cultivator in history" was so great that it was hard for people to believe that he had killed He Jin.
Are there any orcs nearby who haven't reached the level of "King of Victory"?
"If Your Highness intends to hunt down the Orc King, then you must head north. The Orc reinforcements should come from Irkutsk in the northwest or Ulan-Ude in the north. Whether King Ying is among them, I do not know." Huang Yue's gaze towards Qin Mo changed, finally showing some admiration. A Profound Realm cultivator going to hunt down the Orc King? Your father, Qin Lan, is a prodigy; are you also a combat talent?
Qin Mo carefully inquired about the details of the enemy situation from Huang Yue, who readily agreed to provide Qin Mo with a detailed map of the enemy's distribution. Qin Mo, naturally, was generous, saying that she had plenty of good wine and would definitely share a few bottles with Huang Yue.
As they left the tavern, the three of them clasped hands in farewell, displaying great warmth and familiarity. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were longtime friends!
Back at camp, Qin Mo immediately went to find Allen. Allen's behavior today surprised Qin Mo. In the past, when she tried to be unreasonable with him, he would at most beat her up. But today, he was too lazy to pay attention to her. How could Qin Mo not see the disappointment in his eyes?
"Dear Brother Allen, I'm back..." Qin Mo shouted as soon as he arrived outside Allen's tent, as if he had just returned home from playing outside. Qin Lan was often away from home, and among the officials, Lin Bo and Allen were the only ones he was close to. Qin Mo had always liked to cling to Allen, until he got older and the black flames became more and more intense, at which point he began to cultivate to resist the burning pain.
Allen's tent was sparsely furnished but very clean. He frowned when he saw Qin Mo's boots, which were wet with snow. This Qin Mo possessed strong elven blood power, but she had none of the noble tastes of the elves. She had no interest in poetry or songs and instead dabbled in all sorts of 'messy' things.
"Allen, I just came back from the General's Mansion. I'm ready to go out of the city to hunt orcs. When are we leaving?" Qin Mo took off her boots shyly, jumped onto Allen's bed, sat cross-legged, and asked casually.
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