Zhou Qingfeng had been busy fighting and killing for the whole day. His Spiritual Power had been depleted many times, and he needed time to recover. Before summoning Uța's soul and refining it into a Heroic Spirit, he had asked Jia Gang what would happen if he did not have enough Spiritual Power. The answer he received was, 'Heroic Spirits need to be nurtured, and they will improve as the cultivator's cultivation increases. At first, you just need to leave a Soul Mark to make it listen to you.'
However, when Zhou Qingfeng really made his move, something that even Jia Gang did not expect happened. Light Elemental Spiritual Power had a great restraining effect on spirits. Zhou Qingfeng only poured in a little Spiritual Power, but Uța's soul immediately resisted and refused to be subdued. Both sides were in a deadlock. Zhou Qingfeng could only do his best to pour in Spiritual Power, until …
Under the effect of Light Elemental Spiritual Power, Uța's spirit emitted rays of light from within, and the black shadow on its body kept cracking. It was writhing, changing shape, hissing, snarling, and then it exploded. The black shadow finally disappeared completely, leaving only a pale white, translucent shadow on the ground.
Zhou Qingfeng was shocked by the sudden explosion, and said to Jia Gang with lingering fear, "I did as you said, but what happened to this soul?"
You purged Uța. " Jia Gang was also stunned, and then he remembered that Zhou Qingfeng's Spiritual Power was different from any that he knew. However, when he carefully observed the remaining translucent shadow, he said in confusion, "But purging is turning into ashes, so what's left behind?"
Zhou Qingfeng and Jia Gang looked at each other. Neither of them could understand what had happened. Zhou Qingfeng tried to use his Spiritual Power to connect with Uța's remaining soul shadow. After feeling it for a while, he said calmly, "The refining is successful. This should be the Heroic Spirit you mentioned."
"But the heroic spirits I've seen are black and blood-red, never white." Jia Gang refused to call the thing in front of him a Heroic Spirit. "A Heroic Spirit still has some remnant consciousness from when it was alive, but this thing in front of me is dumb. No matter how I look at it, it looks like a piece of trash. Look at how thin it is, it looks like a puff of smoke. How can it allow you to charge and break through enemy lines? They'll probably be blown away by the wind the moment they go into battle. "
In fact, Jia Gang really wanted Uța's soul. When he realized that he could not get what he wanted, he decided to evaluate the value of a heroic spirit from the perspective of a one-on-one fight. However, when Zhou Qingfeng sensed the seemingly weak heroic spirit, he said, "It can appear in the day."
"That's impossible. Even a Heroic Spirit can't appear in the day. After all, it's a variant of a ghost. It can't be exposed to the light," Jia Gang said without hesitation. "Besides, what can it do in the day? It's too weak to even scare people. "
"It was originally refined in my light spiritual power, so it's not a big deal that it can see the light. Of course, it's true that it can't charge and break through enemy lines. As for its ability … " Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head in distress and said, "I don't know what it can do now. It feels like an expansion of my spiritual power. At least it can float around and act as an invisible servant and guard for me."
Ah …!
Jia Gang's countenance immediately changed. He recalled that Zhou Qingfeng was a very special cultivator — this kid's main cultivation was the Soul Element. Cultivators of the Soul Element were not good at one-on-one fights, nor were they good at casting spells themselves. However, cultivators of this element were especially good at group fights. They could also train their subordinates to assist them in battle — perhaps this weak white shadow in front of him needed more training.
Jia Gang's cultivation was not high and he was not knowledgeable, so he could not give an explanation at this time. Zhou Qingfeng was thinking about how to use Uța's heroic spirit while he began to refine Uța's corpse — he temporarily sewed up Chu Ying's torn leg for Uța and used the Corpse Control Bug to drill into its brain. After a while, 'Uța' bounced up from the ground and bounced without bending its knees.
On the other hand, Zhou Qingfeng felt that he could use Wucha's Heroic Spirit to cast spells. He would have a personal fighter that he could control, and he could also use it as a spiritual energy storage — this was exactly what Zhou Qingfeng needed. His spiritual power recovered quickly, but the storage was only two slots. This heroic spirit in front of him was a powerhouse when it was alive. Now that everything had returned to zero, it could at least store one slot.
This was equivalent to increasing Zhou Qingfeng's strength by 50%. It was still better than nothing, right?
When the Woodland Servant saw that the two of them had packed up, he hurriedly urged, "Let's go, we have to go to Ehekulun. Chu Ying should also think of robbing Uța's treasure vault. If that guy gets it first, it will be troublesome. "
Since he had benefited from it, he naturally had to do something for it.
Zhou Qingfeng whistled as he continued to follow the Woodland Servant Sprite into the wilderness on his puppet goat. The heroic spirit that he had just subdued floated behind him and could also be absorbed into his body. It was quite obedient. The three of them did not rest for the night. They ran for hundreds of miles and rushed back to the outside of Ehekulun the next morning.
When the sky was bright, Jia Gang turned into black smoke and hid in Zhou Qingfeng's shadow. The Woodland Servant also did not like the sun and always chose to move in the shade. Only Zhou Qingfeng rode the puppet goat to the top of a mountain, looked at Ehekulun surrounded by three rivers, and sighed. "I didn't expect to return after a few days."
The Woodland Servant roughly knew that Uța's treasure vault was in the city, but he did not know where it was. Old Man Sun knew the location of the treasure vault, but he did not know how to open it. Now that he had subdued Uța's heroic spirit, all his memories were open to Zhou Qingfeng, so he naturally knew all the details of the treasure vault.
Taking out the bronze telescope that he carried with him, Zhou Qingfeng looked into the city. He first locked onto Uța's residence in the city, which was the only three-story house in the city. The house was built very crudely, and the materials were unprocessed logs, which looked ugly and primitive.
Uța's treasure vault was in the house he lived in, which was set up in an underground cellar without any creativity. However, the cellar was sealed by the Shaman, and there were soldiers and beasts guarding it. But the most troublesome thing was not these, but … "Chu Ying came back before us."
The situation in the city was a little tense, and Zhou Qingfeng saw many slaves running back and forth in panic. Some people died in front of Uța's residence, and the blood on the ground had gathered into a stream. "Chu Ying, that bastard, he really doesn't make a move, but once he does, he exterminates the whole family."
Zhou Qingfeng's bronze telescope had a high magnification, and he even saw a few of Uța's sons being taken out of the residence. Some of these people resisted stubbornly and were killed on the spot. Some knelt and begged for mercy, but were locked in wooden cages. He suddenly thought of Abahai, and quickly shifted the lens to his original home — the door was tightly shut, and not a single servant came out. There was no movement at all.
Whether she was willing or not, Abahai had helped him many times, and he did not even think of taking her with him when he escaped — Zhou Qingfeng felt a little guilty. "I wonder if this woman is hiding in the house in fear and scolding me for being heartless?"
Finally, Zhou Qingfeng looked at the fortress he built at the bend of the river outside the city. The fortress was currently very lively, and a lot of people went in and out. It was not a big place, but Zhou Qingfeng had planned the living facilities very well, and living there was actually more comfortable than living in the dirty city — there were about five hundred people in the fortress, and it was just behind the attack on Herkulun from the west.
"Chu Ying doesn't have many trusted aides, so his ruling foundation should be very weak. The reason why the Jurchen nobles in the city submitted to him is not because of his high prestige, but because no one can beat him. "
After Zhou Qingfeng scanned the city, he silently calculated in his heart. He could not just enter the city alone to open some treasure vault, so he had to find a spy. "This spy needs to have some power."
Dashan?
He was the first Jurchen noble Zhou Qingfeng had received when he was providing medical services in the city. Although this guy was just a shell, his prestige was high enough, and his power … Zhou Qingfeng could heal the injury on his back, but he could not heal the martial arts that he had neglected for more than twenty years. However, he had some subordinates.
No, no, normal soldiers could not deal with Chu Ying.
Dashan was not an idiot. He could live under the pressure of Uța, so why would he risk his life for Zhou Qingfeng?
Unless …
Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself, The reason why I returned to Herkulun was to cooperate with this Woodland Servant to escape. As long as I escape during the chaos, it does not matter to me whose hands Herkulun falls into.
I need chaos!
While Zhou Qingfeng was deep in thought, Chu Ying was also busy in the city. After the battle with Mangurtai yesterday, he knew that he could not win. His martial arts was no longer as good as his fifth brother, and his military strength could not compare to his father's. The money, food, and population in his hands could not compare. All of this had nothing to do with whether he could escape from Hetuala or not. This was a general trend that could not be changed.
When Uța mocked Chu Ying, the nameless fire in his heart burned away his remaining rationality. Killing Uța and subduing his subordinates was just his final madness. When he returned to Herkulun, all he could think about was how he was going to fight against the impending Jianzhou army in a spectacular manner.
The Kulun nobles in the city were intimidated by Chu Ying's power and were temporarily obedient. After he killed some of the dissidents, he immediately thought of taking over the legacy that Uța had left behind. The city was nothing. The slaves were nothing. The food, armor, and weapons were the most important.
After opening more than ten warehouses that Uța controlled, Chu Ying scolded Uța for being an idiot and a bastard. Not to mention the slaves in the city, even the basic backbones of the soldiers did not have enough to eat. However, Uța's warehouse was filled with food. The cured meat was moldy, the pine nuts were rotting, the rice was turning black, and the dried fish was being eaten by the rats. The ironware tools were left in the warehouse to rust.
"That bastard Uța, he's basically trapping all of us." Chu Ying scolded fiercely and then laughed out loud. "That's good too. These can be used to buy people's hearts."
There were still a few confidants that Chu Ying had subdued. These people could not help but be happy when they saw so many resources. "Master Chu Ying, we can use these things to make the people in the city behave. Give them some benefits and let them work for Master. "
Chu Ying sneered a few times, but his expression suddenly changed. He shook his head and said, "It's useless. The people in the city are wolves that can't be fed. No matter how much we give them, they will take it for granted."
"Then Master, you want to …?" The confidant asked in confusion.
"Do you remember how Little Zhou trained the soldiers?" Chu Ying snorted coldly.
His trusted subordinates looked at each other in dismay. No one knew what Chu Ying was thinking.
Chu Ying proudly raised his head and shouted, "Instead of buying the hearts of those who are destined to not be bought, it's better to buy the lives of those slaves. You should know that I also know Soul Spells and the Way of the Army. When I'm at my strongest, I can command ten thousand people to form an army. When the ten thousand people go on the battlefield, even Mangurtai will be destroyed by me. "
The confidants were even more confused. They had to remind him, "Master, isn't this ten thousand people army too …"
"It's too fierce and the burden is too heavy. You're worried that I won't be able to hold on and will go crazy first, right?" Chu Ying laughed happily and said, "That's right. With my current cultivation, I can't hold on. I've never heard of anyone using ten thousand people army. But a thousand people army should be fine.
As for my cultivation, there are a few Shamans in the city. Let them do a few blood sacrifices for me. As long as I can defeat my brothers, what's the death of a few people? "
Hearing the two words' blood sacrifice ', the confidant's face immediately turned pale. They wanted to persuade him but did not dare to open their mouths.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
