Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming-Chapter 1889 - 1084_2

In the Barbarian Nation, there is one more item that can exchange for more money and grain.

That’s oil, a type of oil that can light lamps. It looks dark but can illuminate lights.

It can also be used for other purposes.

They use this oil to exchange for more supplies.

Ye Weida, invisible, entered the main camp, where the soldiers were of course guarding the granary.

Even inside the main camp, there were soldiers patrolling.

Entering invisibly in broad daylight, the others couldn’t see him, couldn’t perceive him.

He passed by the soldiers, by the patrol teams, making faces at them.

The youth seemed a bit immature.

"Did you feel a breeze just now?"

The soldier stationed at the door asked another soldier.

"Wind? Where’s the wind? It’s sweltering."

They stood there, though there were tents set up, camping there.

But standing at the door, not on the dusty sandy ground, with the sun overhead, it was intensely hot.

Standing still itself was a kind of torture. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Did you feel it? Like eyes are watching us?"

A patrol team walking two by two, not in a row by row.

They could still converse while moving.

"Everyone camping here is our soldiers, so they’re watching us?"

"Do you feel like someone, maybe from a different tribe, is spying on us?"

"Possible!"

The tribes of the Barbarian Nation aren’t that harmonious, they have their power struggles too.

This war, between Shenyang and the opponent, also saw faction splits.

Those generals, those officials, they supervised each other or fought for power and gain.

The soldiers below, unaffiliated, turned into cannon fodder, careful lest they meet such a fate one day.

During battle, they charged forward, now paired in twos, due to the superiors arranging their own, distrustful of each other.

Ye Weida, with eyes and Divine Sense, could keenly hear, observe, and even know every move within the entire main camp.

He saw in one tent, a Marshal discussing strategies to attack their country with generals.

Realized it wasn’t the previous Marshal, knowing their plan changed because he turned the tide in the first battle, causing a Marshal’s death, leading to official division here.

Ye Weida smiled joyfully, strategize all you want, soon you’ll see how you’ll attack us.

Without your supplies, let’s see how long you can last?

Ye Weida knew his Invisibility Talisman had a time limit, requiring swift action, switching to another when the first was near its end.

The main camp’s food storage, big tents separated to store coarse grain and fine grain, and grass for feeding horses.

This grass was specially sown, a prairie grass.

Seeing each tent guarded by soldiers, Ye Weida swiftly collected supplies from each one.

Trying behind the tent, not needing to enter, he collected food.

A technique he mastered through cultivation, need not touch the food to store it spatially.

With his fastest footwork, leaving no trace when moving, a skill gleaned while practicing footwork, stepping groundlessly.

Unlike ordinary Qinggong, this step, just at the introductory level, achieved this ability.

The prerequisite being, he could cultivate, reaching some cultivation level to meet this requirement.

Though invisible, walking on sand leaves footprints seen if closely observed.

He relied on such footwork to remain undetected even invisible.

Rapidly emptying one tent after another, grain, grass stored in his prepared space.

Previously, he emptied some supplies from his storage in the military camp in preparation.

Ye Weida asked Jiang Tang to obtain more Storage Bags, capable of holding many things.

This time aside from grain, grass, he planned to visit an oil-producing place.

Specially preparing a Storage Bag for the oil.

Inside, barrels he had made, each holding much oil.

Additionally, another Storage Bag with some clay pots for oil.

The ease of his previous fiery victory, due to that Marshal’s arrogance.

If they fired oil-coated arrows, his Formation might collapse.

But without that, by overconfidence, carrying oil without using it faced his Fireball Technique.

Thus many perished.

After collecting food from tents, he moved where weapons were stored.

Their weapons — just broadswords, arrows.

Ye Weida understood their iron acquisition for weapon manufacturing.

But now these were his.

With a sly grin, distanced from the place, he cast Fireball Technique at select tents.

Invisible, fireballs fast, bypassing patrols.

Surrounding tents guarded by soldiers, couldn’t stop the Fireball Technique.

Fireballs, like arrows, towards tent after tent.

Soldiers generally couldn’t live in tents.

Tents housed generals, possessions, tools.

Possibly accompanying certain people.

Ye Weida saw one by one starting, mere marble-sized fireballs, targeting tents.

The fireball upon hitting a tent exploded suddenly, like fire meeting oil, exploding with a bang.

The tents, made of some material, combustible.

Explosions echoed from tent to tent.

People inside, outside had no time to understand what happened.

Every tent on fire, flames reaching skyward.

People outside were startled but unharmed by fireballs.

Those inside weren’t as lucky, as tents burned, falling sparks burned them.

Rushed out, clothes afire, people alive stamped out flames on their bodies.

"Ahhh!"

"Help!"

"Put out the fire quickly!"

"Grain inside!"

"Grass inside!"

Initially panicked, soldiers bewildered at the burning tents, unaware of the sudden fire overtake.

Ordered soldiers hurriedly searched for water to extinguish flames.

In a place here scarce of water, drawing from a nearby creek to camp, a distance to fetch water.

Among tents with Ye Weida’s collected items, others had oil-stored items, as tents burned, dripping flames ignited contents quickly.

Items with oil even gave off explosions.

Generals strategizing together were disrupted.

No battle plans were hashed out, the King urgently pressing for siege action.

Numerous troops dispatched, some lost, now days passed, consuming resources.

They couldn’t idle away resources, needing rapid conquest.

Pillage grains, seize supplies, take meat.

Mages urgently pin all hope on dismantling formations quickly.

Unexpectedly, tents burst afire, their possessions burned.

What to do now?

So much grain, grass, now supplies burned.

The tents gone in flames, supplies lost, should they face death in disgrace?