859. Clever people keep things hidden.
Furthermore, it was announced that a quick method for some talented servants, farmers, and laborers would be taught, and anyone could practice it. Those who succeeded would be rewarded with a beautiful woman, a private room, and meat to eat every day.
Suddenly, the servants, who had been living in fear, felt that the Cheng family were the greatest benefactors.
The method of gluttony involves eating and squeezing out vital energy and blood to the extreme, resulting in abundant vital energy and blood, much like the various kinds of elixirs.
If you rush through the early stages, but later on you don't have enough ingredients, monster spiritual energy, or elixirs, your health and vitality will drop rapidly, leaving you like a skin and bones.
But these servants won't live to see that moment.
The demon worshipped by the fourth son of the Cheng family is the mysterious Blood Demon King. The time to harvest these great herbs is when they bloom at their most magnificent stage.
The seventh and eighth brothers also joined in one after another. They both knew that the spiritual energy was too thin to continue nourishing their bodies, and that would probably mean their death and the dissipation of their spiritual essence.
Who can be unafraid of the terror of death?
The two joined forces and devoured the great medicine and elixir together, instantly feeling as if they had become much younger. They also wholeheartedly agreed with what the fourth brother had done, working together to stabilize the Cheng family head.
Within this manor, it is the elders who have retired and are in charge; others cannot enter the manor at will.
Seeing that his seventh and eighth brothers were now fully enjoying their lives, the fourth brother nodded slightly and chuckled softly, "The head of the family has sent quite a few servants these past few days, and those with talent have almost fully developed their abilities."
The seventh and eighth brothers frowned slightly, naturally understanding what the fourth brother meant. After a moment, the seventh brother said in a low, nonchalant voice, "We can increase the bounty and offer better terms; they won't benefit from it anyway."
The fourth brother shook his head, a cold and ferocious look flashing across his face. He chuckled and said, "We've already gathered most of the talented people from these batches. The rest are just lowly trash. No matter how much we squeeze them, we won't be able to get many out."
The patriarch should send some more. Once we break through to the Martial Emperor realm, do we still need to care about the pressure from the Yu family?
At that time, this entire Nanhe Prefecture, with its hundreds of millions of people, will be under our control. Controlling half of it will be secure; why would we fear a lack of excellent martial artists?
The seventh brother nodded slightly and said softly, "Eldest brother is right. However, wouldn't it be better to have Patriarch Yu send some of the more disobedient guards from within the family first? We should ideally be able to come every day without rest."
At this moment, Lao Qi's face was like an abyss completely consumed by darkness, with bloodstains at the corners of his mouth and his eyes seemingly burning with eerie green flames, the soul fire intertwined with greed and cruelty.
It seemed to quickly ignite the endless evil and twisted desires within my heart, sending chills down my spine. The heavy snow in June felt like staring directly into the most terrifying nightmare in the world.
Looking at the terrifying Seventh Brother, the Eighth Brother felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself, 'It's rare that the Seventh Brother is also about to break through; otherwise, why would he be in such a hurry? The methods of demonic cultivation must be approached gradually, otherwise we will surely be devoured by the demonic will!'
Upon hearing this, the fourth brother nodded slightly, his mouth full of bright red blood as heavy and unshakable as a mountain stained with blood, clearly indicating his strong agreement.
Upon seeing this scene, Lao Ba was instantly chilled to the bone. The chill was so intense that it seemed to freeze his soul, and an indescribable fear swept over him.
He thought to himself, 'How is this possible? How is this possible? I'm the slowest to improve. No, no, I can't just sit here and wait to die. Otherwise, I might be their next target.'
Did they secretly give me extra help? Otherwise, how could they be so much faster than me? They must have been secretly giving me extra help! How awful!
I want to secretly get extra help too! I want to get extra help!
In the Cheng family manor, servants, farmhands, young men, and household servants who had worked hard all day would pick up a bowl of pickled vegetable soup, two large steamed buns, or a sliver of meat soup and wolf down their food.
"It smells so good, it tastes so good. Coming to the Cheng family was definitely the right decision." The Indian servant drank a bowl of egg drop soup, a privilege reserved for his servants, and only the strong and healthy were entitled to drink it.
After finishing the drink, the Indian servant hurriedly ran off to practice the Gluttony Technique and strengthen his qi and blood, hoping to step into the advanced stage as soon as possible. It was truly a case of "once I step into it, my life will be one of the best."
A beautiful woman, an inner courtyard, a private room, no work to do, and plenty of meat and soup at every meal—it's truly a life of paradise, something that even the Indian servants envied greatly.
The other servants also hurriedly began cultivating. Whenever they had free time, these servants would secretly cultivate. Not only these servants, but also the slaves and laborers did the same, all with only one belief in their hearts.
[As long as you cultivate diligently, you'll be served by beautiful women, and you'll have plenty of fish and meat, white steamed buns, and fine rice—it smells so good!]
Outside the large courtyard where the servants huddled together, Ying Ermao's thin shirt was soaked with sweat. These servants had to work every day, work, work, and more work than they could ever finish. The cold days had arrived, and the weather was very cold. At night, everyone needed to huddle together for warmth.
Moreover, the steward would set ideals for these servants every day, saying, "Listen, Zhang Dashan broke through yesterday. He not only rewarded them with a cotton-padded coat, but also gave them two beauties, a private courtyard, an extra bowl of meat every day, and ten taels of silver."
You peasants, my master is kind-hearted. He gives you food and teaches you martial arts. Why don't you hurry up and work hard? Train until you die, or train until you die.
Once you break through that barrier, hehe, you can ask for any beauty you fancy, and I, the master, will surely grant your wish!
The servants below listened as if they had seen gold, and each of them mustered all their strength.
One of the servants muttered, "No wonder Zhang Dashan hasn't been seen these past two days; he's broken through! Honestly, all that care we've given him has gone to waste; he didn't even come to visit his brother after his breakthrough. What a petty wretch!"
"Exactly, exactly. He's probably afraid we'll ask him for the breakthrough secret, so he won't lend us a hand. He's keeping the secret to himself. We were blind to have been so close to him."
All of these things mean that anyone who breaks through will definitely go to the inner courtyard and will never be seen returning. It's like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, becoming worlds apart from the clouds, while these mud people are discarded.
Ying Ermao was filled with vigilance, and this vigilance helped him live longer. Seeing everyone practicing so diligently, he quickly found a quiet corner and began to pretend to practice.
He exchanged a smile with a young man dressed as a servant, and they both began to work hard, seemingly tacitly agreeing to do so.
They always reminded each other of the saying "If we become rich and powerful," but deep down, they probably thought the same thing as Zhang Dashan: once they entered the inner courtyard, why would they come back to see their brothers?
Ying Ermao also pretended to practice for half an hour!
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