Chapter 255
Although Zhao Ting's character is not good, his strength is still better than Jian
Ever since he defeated Zhao Ting with one blow in the ring that day, Cheng Ziyun's name has spread.
Although Zhao Ting's character wasn't great, his strength was quite strong. However, no one expected him to lose so quickly and so miserably...
To be honest, when some of Zhao Ting's uncles heard about this, I don't know how many of them threw their teacups. When Zhao Ting followed his father, he was obviously a young talent. How did he become like this now?
The one who has a good relationship with the big guys is Zhao Ting's father. For his father's sake, the big guys are willing to give Zhao Ting some convenience within the rules, but this does not mean that they will condone Zhao Ting's bullying of other military leaders.
Cheng Hui has already proved his worth through this ring match and the battle a few days ago, so no matter how much Zhao Ting jumps around, no one will come to help.
In just a few days, Zhao Ting felt the fickleness of human nature.
In fact, they were not targeting him in particular. It was just that the Shangwei Legion used to be stationed in the middle section of the city wall, and all the benefits were the best. But now, their defense position is far away from the center, so the relative benefits have naturally decreased.
The rules of Blood Battle City are so straightforward: if you have many military merits and make great contributions, you will enjoy the best benefits.
You don't have enough strength yet you still want to eat more and take more? What are you dreaming about!
The Shangwei Corps enjoyed welfare benefits that matched their military merits. For many grassroots corps, such welfare benefits were already good. At least before the Guangping Army went to the battlefield, they ate worse than them.
But for Zhao Ting, who was used to high-level treatment, he felt very uncomfortable.
He felt like he was being targeted!
He was unwilling to believe that the Shangwei Legion was currently enjoying treatment commensurate with their strength, but firmly believed that it must be Cheng Ziyun who was behind this.
Cheng Hui could probably guess that Zhao Ting must hate him to death. After all... this man made a mistake in command but blamed it on the soldiers, so he would naturally blame himself for his disrespectful behavior in the arena.
But it doesn’t matter. Cheng Hui didn’t come to the Blood Battle City to be a saint. He can hate if he loves or hates. It won’t hurt him to be hated by others.
Cheng Hui didn't take Zhao Ting seriously at all. Instead of worrying about him, he would have been better off training the soldiers to coordinate with each other.
The existence of the military soul skill makes all the soldiers regard Cheng Hui as a god. Under the idea of unity, Cheng Hui's military soul skill has the possibility of improvement, so during the recent rest time, he has been working hard to strengthen the cooperation between the two sides.
So far, there have been some small gains.
Soon, it was the Guangping Army's turn to go to the battlefield.
In this battle, the Guangping Army performed particularly well. Firstly, they have gradually adapted to the intensity of the war here. Secondly, Cheng Hui's military soul skills have been improved, and the ability of the red armor has become more powerful.
The outstanding performance of the Guangping Army soon received the due reward.
On this day, when Cheng Hui was fighting against the enemy, a breeze suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He was shocked and thought it was another sneak attack by the enemy, but the breeze ignored all his defenses and merged into his body.
Cheng Hui: …???
Cheng Hui hurriedly circulated his spiritual power, trying to force the breeze out, but he didn't expect that the breeze was extremely friendly and mixed with his spiritual power, and even he couldn't separate it.
Cheng Hui:……!!!
No, what do you mean? A deadbeat? You're not leaving once you come in?
Cheng Hui tried to intercept that spiritual power, but he immediately realized that it was impossible.
The breeze disappeared after it merged with the spiritual power. Unless he drained all the spiritual power in his body, it would be impossible to find it again.
It is not a good thing to have this inexplicable thing absorbed into his body. Cheng Hui was on the battlefield before. The fierce fighting made him unable to spare the energy to study it in detail. He could only try not to use his spiritual power as much as possible. Only when the battle was over and he took a break did he have time to study what that breeze was.
He sat upright in the tent, using his spiritual sense to patrol his body. He had checked all the vital points of his limbs and meridians. No place was damaged. The only things left were the most critical dantian, purple palace and sea of consciousness.
This time, Cheng Hui finally discovered the clue. When he looked inward at his Dantian Purple Palace, he suddenly found that his golden elixir had changed.
He was already in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir at this time. The Golden Elixir in the Purple Palace looked round and smooth, but in fact there were many imperceptible grooves and cracks on the surface.
These gullies and cracks will be filled and repaired as his cultivation level improves. When the golden elixir becomes round, smooth, perfect and flawless, he will reach the peak of the late golden elixir stage, which is the so-called half-step Nascent Soul.
Filling and repairing these gullies is a very slow and painstaking process that can only be achieved through accumulation. However, Cheng Hui discovered at this moment that in his Dantian Purple Mansion, there was a breeze swirling around his golden elixir, constantly polishing his golden elixir.
Cheng Hui:?!
The grooves on the golden elixir were smoothed out at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it was only a tiny strip, a drop in the bucket compared to the entire golden elixir, it was a task that Cheng Hui would need to accumulate for half a year or even a year to complete.
And this... is just the effect of a breeze!
Cheng Hui immediately realized that this was a rare and good thing, but... where did it come from?
Cheng Hui pondered this question for a long time until the end of the battle. When they were on break, Zheng Kai went out and brought him a piece of news. It was only then that he began to see a clue.
Zheng Kai is a little greedy, but not too much, he just pays special attention to money.
Therefore, they naturally paid special attention to military merits that were linked to money. They would check the military merit list from time to time, and when they saw the number behind the Guangping Army rising, they would come back happily to report the good news.
This time, he came back to tell Cheng Hui that the military merits of their Guangping Army had reached 50,000, which meant that their treatment would be improved again.
Who doesn’t like to live a life of delicious food and drink?
It was only after hearing what Zheng Kai said that Cheng Hui vaguely realized that perhaps... the breeze was related to military merit?
He has always wondered why those cultivators must come to participate in the bloody battlefield. After all, this world suppresses them greatly. If they just want to hone their combat skills, they can practice with those half-demons in the wilderness. There is no need to come to such a dangerous bloody battlefield.
Here, the greatest advantage of cultivators is suppressed, and they can only use the military spirits of their soldiers to fight like ordinary military leaders.
If a cultivator in the Jindan stage does not get along well with the soldiers, he will not be able to display the strength of the Foundation Establishment stage. Instead, his life will be in danger at any time. This is a very unprofitable deal no matter how you look at it.
Until today, Cheng Hui finally understood that these monks risked their lives to stay here, most likely for these military merits.
If that breeze was really related to military merit, he could completely understand why the monks were fighting so hard.
That breeze not only helps cultivators sharpen their golden elixirs, but also has an outstanding effect.
No one would want to miss the opportunity to shorten the time that would have taken at least twenty to fifty years to a dozen years or even less.
Cheng Hui guessed that the reason why military merit had such an effect might be related to the senior master who helped build the bloody battle pass.
Besides this, he had other conjectures. According to the rule that the more military merits one has, the greater the rewards, if 50,000 can get a breeze that can sharpen the golden elixir, then what will happen with 100,000? What about 150,000? What about 200,000?
If he stayed in the bloody battlefield for a full fifty years, would the things he gained allow him to break through the Golden Core stage and advance to the Nascent Soul stage?
Cheng Hui's mind was full of ideas, but he quickly calmed down.
There is no point in thinking so much. Instead of wasting time on random thoughts, you might as well accumulate military merit to 100,000 as soon as possible. By then, everything will be clear.
In this way, Cheng Hui began to frantically accumulate military merits.
If there is a rotation, go to the city wall to guard the defense area. During the rest period, take the team to actively apply for defense tasks.
Cheng Hui's madness shocked many people. In the past, some people wanted to accumulate a lot of military merit in a very short period of time, but they were definitely not as crazy as Cheng Hui.
Several times when Cheng Hui led his team of soldiers out of the city wall, the military commander of the neighboring defense zone looked at him as if he were a monster.
Instructor Chen and his colleagues even took the opportunity of drinking to ask him indirectly if he had any difficulties, and they, the older brothers, were willing to lend him a helping hand.
Cheng Hui was touched and at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He appreciated the kindness of these big brothers, but he really had no difficulties, nor did he owe a lot of debts and urgently need military merit to repay them.
But he couldn't tell them that the military function could increase his cultivation, so he could only gradually slow down the frequency of going up the city wall under the caring eyes of these big brothers.
After the frequency of battles decreased, Cheng Hui finally had enough time. During the rest time, he vaguely realized that his previous state was indeed not right.
His pursuit of military merit seems a bit too persistent, which is somewhat contradictory to the lazy part of him.
"Could it be the inner demon?" Cheng Hui thought, touching his chin.
Inner demons are very common in the world of cultivation, and cultivators often have to face them. Generally speaking, inner demons are often opposite to the cultivator's personality. They may be obsessions caused by some regrets in the cultivator's heart, or they may be some kind of guilt. In short, this is a very idealistic thing.
Cheng Hui didn't know what his inner demon was, but he knew that if a cultivator found that his temperament suddenly changed at certain times, then he should be careful, because it was likely that the inner demon was at work.
Cheng Hui was not a bloodthirsty person, but he had to admit that in the past period of time, whenever he stood on the city wall and fought with the demons, he would feel very happy.
He thought it was his excitement about his increased military achievements, but when she calmed down and looked back, it was clearly a desire for killing and the pleasure of having her desire satisfied.
"So... my inner demon is a murderer?" Cheng Hui touched his chest, feeling a little stressed for no reason.
"What kind of murderer?"
"That's it..." Cheng Hui was halfway through his words when he realized something was wrong. This voice didn't come from his head, but...
He suddenly stood up and turned around, just in time to see Lin Qingyang smiling as he lifted the door curtain and looked at him.
"Qingyang!" Cheng Hui rushed over and hugged the dusty man tightly in his arms. "I missed you so much!"
Lin Qingyang smiled brightly and fell into his arms, putting his face on Cheng Hui's chest. Listening to his strong heartbeat, his excited mood gradually calmed down.
"Hiss--" At this moment, two very unpleasant gasp sounds were heard.
Cheng Hui looked up and found that Zheng Kai and Wei Yuanzhou were following Lin Qingyang.
"Well, we didn't see anything..." The two men laughed awkwardly, turned around and ran away.
Cheng Hui watched them run away and heard the two gossiping about the relationship between him and Lin Qingyang.
Cheng Hui: ..._(:з」∠)_
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