Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 29 - : Eating Divine Power Goes All Out (Seeking Monthly Tickets for Continued Reading)

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Eating Divine Power Goes All Out (Seeking Monthly Tickets for Continued Reading)

Early morning,

Chen Yuan woke up

to the scratching of a furry tail.

"Squeak squeak"

Little Hua bounced on his chest, pointing at its stomach.

From within came a grumbling sound.

Hungry!

Chen Yuan then remembered, he was no longer alone.

There were now two more mouths to feed beside him.

He sat up, dangling his feet off the side of the bed, and peered through the window at the morning fog drifting down from the mountains.

Recalling last night's conversation, he perked up once more.

As the saying goes, 'When the small building becomes a dominion, who cares about spring, summer, autumn, and winter.'

It is what it is!

He got out of bed, dressed, and casually pinned up his hair with a wooden hairpin before heading to the kitchen.

Only then, looking at the empty rice barrel, did he remember.

His rice barrel was empty.

The rice he had purchased before had long been thrown away into some corner of the mountain.

He glanced sideways, and there was Squirrel Xiao Hua, sneakily peering at him from outside the kitchen door frame.

Looking somewhat guilty.

"Looks like you know very well what's going on, you little rascal."

But then, he remembered something and immediately burst into laughter.

This little guy still had a pile of hoarded food in that cave.

Moreover, there were quite a few mountain delicacies.

If he moved them over, he could probably eat and drink without any worries for a few months.

And have a good supplementation too.

"Let's go, take a trip to the mountain, and move all your belongings over."

He beckoned with his hand.

Squirrel Xiao Hua, having no clue that Chen Yuan was eyeing its food store, happily squeaked and, with a bounce and a dart, landed on Chen Yuan's shoulder.

Chen Yuan grabbed a straw hat and covered his head with it.

Turning to White Fox, he said, "Little Bai, guard the home!"

And then he left!

On his way out of Jiazi Lane,

Chen Yuan came upon Central Street.

As he approached the city gate, he suddenly heard a loud cheer.

Following that, came the snap of a Gavel.

"The story goes that the Sword Tomb Inheritor from the land of Shu had exceptional talent. After three years of seclusion in the Sword Tomb, on the day he emerged, thousands of swords resonated, and Sword Qi spanned thirty miles across the sky. Later, with his sword case on his back, he encountered a village enslaved by a Demon, suffering untold miseries. With Sword Qi surging in his chest, he, a lone man with a single sword, directly attacked the Demon's lair..."

A robust voice with rising and falling tones carried on the breeze.

Striking and vigorous, as if a lively worldly society painting was unfolding.

It seemed to be the tale of a genius swordsman descending the mountain to slay Demons.

Suddenly, someone asked,

"How does the story's Sword Tomb Inheritor compare to our Military Officer Captain?"

"Just the other day, in the face of Demon disaster, the esteemed Captain slew Demons, saving numerous commoners."

The storyteller laughed softly,

"The Mountain Patrol Military Officer is naturally respected by all for protecting the people, however..."

"Let this old man finish the story!"

The modulated storyteller's voice continued to sound.

Chen Yuan walked over and saw a large crowd of commoners sitting on the ground, intensely listening to the storyteller.

And the focus of their gaze was an old man in his sixties dressed in a faded Confucian Robe and with a goatee beard.

Chen Yuan's gaze sharpened slightly.

Through his Heart Eye View, the old man exuded a faint stream of Qi, which, with every word he uttered, caused sparkles of light to be absorbed into his body from the commoners below, making his Qi grow more robust.

Does storytelling strengthen people?

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes,

What a peculiar method of cultivation!

But he didn't linger for long, he paid brief attention and then stepped aside and left.

Thirty minutes later, he arrived at the previous cave.

As Chen Yuan arrived at the entrance of the cave, he found it a bit strange.

He remembered that he had previously slain a Spider Monster here.

Now, the corpse of the monster was gone.

Only the stench still lingered.

It seemed that wild animals in the mountains had devoured it.

He wasn't concerned, patting the little squirrel.

And began working!

A few minutes later, Chen Yuan returned to the city carrying two large hemp bags, his stomach full and protruding, carrying less than a fifth of Squirrel Xiao Hua's entire hoard.

He'd return for the rest another time!

As Chen Yuan passed by that street again on his way back to the city, the storyteller had vanished.

He went straight back to Jiazifang.

Then he cooked a large pot of rice.

However, amongst it, there were plenty of ginseng and lingzhi mixed in.

When the rice was ready.

He carried a bucket of rice to the table.

Split it into two bowls.

The little squirrel stood on the dining table, squeaking,

Seemingly starving.

The White Fox squatted on the chair, its clear eyes filled with curiosity.

Chen Yuan used a spoon to give each of the two little creatures a spoonful of rice.

"You get one bowl!"

"You get one bowl!"

"And I get one bowl too!"

With that, he moved the bucket in front of himself.

He scooped the rice directly into his mouth.

Then, a sound like the croaking of frogs came from his stomach.

Eating Divine Power activated.

Suddenly, the rice that reached his mouth was quickly digested, turned into Essence Qi, and circulated through his limbs and bones with his blood, rushing into his Dantian.

And in the rice, there were also pieces of ginseng and lingzhi.

The Essence Qi refined was more than he had anticipated.

Just right, he currently needed a vast amount of Essence Qi to temper his Divine Skills.

"Squeak squeak"

Squirrel Xiao Hua looked at its own lump in the bowl and then at Chen Yuan's,

And protested.

That was all its treasure.

Chen Yuan indicated that the protest was ineffective.

Having quickly finished eating, Chen Yuan went to the courtyard.

With the freshly digested Vitality, he began practicing the Eight Pillars Carrying Mountains tempering method.

At his feet and between his fists, there was a fierce wind, with Qi circulating around his body but not dispersing.

From this, one could feel the sophistication of such a method.

It was not the type of Body Refinement that was grand in scale but rather a kind of yin and yang self-generating tender strength.

The blood followed a specific angle of force during circulation, and during circulation, it shot straight to the major dragon at the end of the spine.

Waves of burning heat rose from the tailbone.

There was no needling sensation; instead, the body felt increasingly satisfied as it twisted and turned.

After all, before it was a blunt impact of points.

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But this was gradual progression.

And it allowed Chen Yuan to have a more intuitive understanding of such Divine Power methods.

After about half an hour, Chen Yuan was sweating all over, and he finished his session.

He checked his progress.

"Tail pillar: 33%"

Not bad, it had increased by 2%.

Chen Yuan was quite satisfied.

Immediately after, he walked into the kitchen again.

He wanted to see where the limits of Eating Divine Power were.

Before, he didn't have the conditions,

Now, it seemed he did.

The little one's treasure was here.

So, on this day, Chen Yuan continued to consume then temper his body, constantly pushing progress.

.......

The day passed just like that,

And the night fell quietly!

At this time, three hundred miles west of Qingshan County in the deep, dark forest.

There was an eerie silence.

A giant shadow dropped from the sky.

Falling into a secluded valley surrounded by forests like peaks.

A bald, long-necked black odd bird was holding a ragged corpse in its beak, dropping it down.

After that, it "quacked" a couple of times.

The sound was piercing in the empty valley.

However, suddenly, a strange voice arose.

"What are you calling for? Stupid bird!"

A shadow leaped down from the tree,

Its green, eerie eyes quite frightening.

"Here they come again, the Mountain Patrol Military Officer, killing us!"

The bird's voice sounded forced and awkward, like a toddler's babbling.

While speaking, its claws fiddled with the corpse.

The body of a dead spider split in two.