Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 132: Get Out

"Princess, there are many wild beasts in this desolate forest at night; they want to bury these corpses to prevent them from being eaten by wild animals," Niu Dali explained.

Jiang Yuan snorted coldly, "You’re quite merciful; you were just fighting them a moment ago, and now you’re concerned about their corpses, preventing the soldiers from resting well. If there’s a battle later, how will we defend properly? Throw them all away. We will set off at dawn; no need to bother."

With these words, the surroundings instantly fell silent.

Niu Dali glanced at the expressions of the soldiers around him and said solemnly, "The deceased are of great importance. Whether they are opponents or not, they must rest in peace after death. This is the rule of the battlefield."

"This is not a battlefield, and they are just some bandits blocking the road, not worthy of such effort. Let the brothers rest well; we will leave at dawn."

After speaking, Jiang Yuan turned and walked into the tent, leaving no opportunity for Niu Dali to speak.

Niu Dali stood silent for a moment, then turned to look at the soldiers beside him.

"What do you all think?"

The soldiers did not answer but responded with their actions.

Each corpse was carried away and piled up in one place. After all the corpses were gathered, they began to dig a pit on the spot and eventually buried all the corpses.

Niu Dali stepped forward to Jiang Yuan’s tent, bowed, and saluted, saying, "Princess, we are not burying the enemy’s corpses; they are our own. This is the rule of the battlefield. Today, it’s them who died; tomorrow, it could be us. The brothers don’t want their corpses to become food for wild beasts someday."

Inside the tent, Jiang Yuan’s body trembled violently, and a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Hmm."

Not far away, Zhong Lin, who had heard all the conversations in the tent, sighed deeply in his heart.

Those on the battlefield wrap their bodies in horsehide; no one wants their corpses to be desecrated after death, so everyone follows the battlefield rules. Whether they are one’s own people or opponents, the deceased are given great respect and buried in peace. This act ensures that there will be someone who treats their bodies with the same respect after death, a tacit tradition and an unspoken rule across nations.

After struggling until the fifth watch, all traces had been thoroughly cleaned up, even the blood covered by earth and soil.

As the day broke, everyone set off once again.

Zhong Lin remained in the carriage, steadfastly breaking through the meridians to enhance his Martial Arts Cultivation.

The first layer of the Meridian Passage Realm was complete; the second layer required opening the Hand’s Three Yang Meridians.

The Hand’s Three Yang Meridians also have three channels: the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, the Hand Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian, and the Hand Shaoyang Triple Energizer Meridian.

These three meridians involve sixty-two acupoints, more than triple the workload of the first layer’s Hand Three Yin Meridians.

Zhong Lin took a deep breath, "Then let’s begin!"

With a thought, a wisp of Silkworm Silk Strength slowly probed towards the location of the "Shangyang acupoint."

The Shangyang acupoint is situated at the radial side of the distal segment of the index finger, above the corner of the nail root. Its size is small, with the benefit of minimal danger. With some focus, it can be easily opened.

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"Woo woo woo..."

A strange flute sound echoed between the valleys, low and profound, as if a burden weighing ten thousand pounds pressed on one’s heart.

The flute sound in the desolate forest was eerie, no matter how one listened to it.

"Prepare."

Niu Dali’s expression changed dramatically. With a single command, all soldiers surrounded the carriage where Jiang Yuan was.

The outermost layer comprised Sword Shield Hands using shields for defense. The middle layer wielded long spears, while the innermost layer held longbows.

At this moment, Zhong Lin stepped out of the carriage again, his expression unappealing. Being interrupted during Cultivation brought no joy, especially when he was so close to opening the Shangyang acupoint.

Jiang Yuan quickly approached Zhong Lin’s side, whispered, "Please assist, senior brother."

Zhong Lin nodded. He sensed a subtle fluctuation of inner breath in the flute sound reverberating through the air. Angrily laughing, he exclaimed, "Are assassins so arrogant nowadays? Come out."

Come out... out... out.

Zhong Lin’s angry shout reverberated for miles, causing the trees to sway, rocks to tremble, and birds to fall. Even the flute sound was suppressed.

"What formidable inner breath and powerful Sound Wave Skill. As expected of a Sword Cauldron Sect disciple. Ding He gives his regards."

On a distant mountain summit stood the flute player, halted now in his actions, clad in black, his clothes fluttering in the mountain breeze.

As he spoke, Ding He slowly put away the flute, attaching it to his waist, and leapt from the mountaintop like a giant bird.

Ding He did not immediately attack but instead saluted Jiang Yuan politely, "Greetings to the Third Princess."

Jiang Yuan’s expression was ugly. Staring icily at the person before her, she said, "Since you know my identity, how dare you commit such treacherous acts? You have immense audacity."

"I was entrusted by someone who does not wish for the Third Princess to return to the capital. Please forgive me."

With that, he moved his hand, sending a virtual palm strike towards Jiang Yuan. A Qi palm appeared out of thin air, and the violent flow of Qi around it toppled the surrounding soldiers. If Jiang Yuan was hit by this palm, she would have been killed immediately.

"Such audacity."

Zhong Lin sneered, pointing a finger, releasing a streak of Sword Radiance to intercept the Qi palm.

Bang!

The Qi palm dispersed, and Ding He took the opportunity, his figure appearing above Zhong Lin’s head.

His target was not Jiang Yuan but Zhong Lin, knowing that unless Zhong Lin was killed, he could never reach Jiang Yuan.

"Five Thunders Palm."

Suddenly, in Ding He’s palm, a flame Qi Force erupted, splitting into five blazing spheres, each thorny like chestnuts. The blistering heat brought the sensation of burning pain akin to being engulfed in flames.

"Taiyin Divided Light."

The longsword unsheathed in hand, slicing the air, unleashing numerous rays of Sword Qi woven into a dense net like spider silk.

As this net descended, it immediately ensnared Ding He’s flames, with countless metallic slicing sounds ringing out, poised to divide them apart.

"A sharp Spectrum Splitting Sword Technique, but do you think this is my only skill?"

Ding He sneered, waving his hands, summoning seven emerald flames akin to Sword Qi, slashing through the sky. The flames roared, piercing the air with long, rumbling cries.

The surrounding land glowed with a green luminescence under these emerald flames.

The numerous previously scattered soldiers suddenly turned pale, dizzy, and some even spat blood directly.

"Young Master Zhong, be careful, these flames are toxic."

Niu Dali shouted loudly while quickly using his Qi-Blood to resist the poison.

Zhong Lin’s expression turned serious as he observed the reactions of those around him, sensing the formidable strength of this fire poison capable of merging flames with toxins for such devastating effects.

Bang bang bang!

A series of emerald flames crashed towards Zhong Lin, who was not willing to be outdone. He swung a Sword Finger, unleashing Spirit Rhinoceros Sword Finger, sending golden Sword Qi rushing through the air to clash with the flames.

The collision produced a sound reminiscent of a great hammer striking a bell, with terrifying waves of Qi surging in all directions, shaking the surroundings as clouds of smoke rolled like turbulent waves.