Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 2238 - 1259

The old General was full of information, and his sons and grandsons were all talking over each other, worried about him.

"Your mission tonight is heavy. You must, in one go, cause the other side the greatest possible losses, leave them unable to counterattack, beat them into fear. Absolutely no rcy."

The old General knew the enemy Soldiers were people too, also poor folk or conscripts dragged in from sowhere. But they were from another country. There was no need to pity them and let them kill his own n.

If they strike first, they’re the bastards.

The old General sent his own sons and grandsons, taking n to quietly go do the job.

The spies in the army seed to have that little bit of sensitive intuition.

They patted their own confidants and quietly followed.

If you want to go outside the camp, without a Token you simply can’t get out, unless it’s under the pretext of purchasing supplies or going out on so other assigned task.

Those few n took the initiative to seek an audience with the old General, saying that lately grain had been "falling from the sky" in the camp, and many people had turned to a robber’s life, so the nights might not be peaceful.

They said so patrols ought to be sent out, and they would carry out the duty.

They also said the old General’s safety needed protection, and that they would leave so of their n here on guard.

The old General knew that among them were people who wanted to slip to the city gate, open it, and let the enemy forces in.

Heh, protect him?

This was them wanting to act as assassins and saying it on purpose; what they wanted was his life.

Is this General’s life sothing the likes of you can take so easily?

Already aware of the other side’s thods, he figured tonight they might use smoke with Sleeping Drug, so he wouldn’t be able to resist in his sleep.

Or the tea and food sent in might have problems.

When the al had been brought just now, soone delivered the food; he ordered them out, and poured all the tea that had been brought in into an empty barrel in the warehouse, planning to find a way to test it later.

There was so much food in the warehouse that he could just eat from there.

Before that, he still swallowed a Pill for detoxification.

The old General had already taken precautions; he did not agree to the mission they wanted to carry out.

The camp also had to be guarded, so he arranged for those few n to stay in the camp on guard duty.

The old General knew that in the heat of a major battle, the enemy might co for their granary or supply depots.

After he ate, he deliberately went for a walk to inspect the posts, to wake up those guarding the warehouses a bit.

He had indeed put away all the materials that could be made into explosives; the granary’s contents were taken into storage, and the supply depots’ goods as well.

As for the enemy setting fires?

They’d only be able to burn tents; it wouldn’t cause them any greater loss.

The old General was actually helpless in so ways; if possible he’d even want to put all the tents away too, but these were the places his n needed to live in.

If they got burned, his n would have to sleep in the open.

Making these tents also took materials and money.

After he finished stowing all the supplies,

the old General returned to his own tent and told the n guarding outside not to co in; tonight he would sleep here.

The Soldiers at the door could only agree and obey orders.

There was no bed in the old General’s tent, only a straw mat laid on the ground; he was already close to the General’s Mansion, yet he still slept in the tent.

Truly dedicated as a Marshal.

As the night grew darker, after telling the Soldiers not to co in, the old General entered the warehouse in his space; since the other side was going to act, they definitely wouldn’t keep bothering him.

They would surely want him to let down his guard.

With his order given, no one else would dare co.

Unless sothing big happened that his sons and grandsons couldn’t handle, they wouldn’t co to him.

The old General sat in ditation cultivating inside the warehouse, but his attention was on the outside of the tent; any slight rustle of wind or grass he would know.

Cultivating inside was indeed better than outside.

Even though this wasn’t a Cultivation Technique for becoming an Immortal, it still let him absorb the Spiritual Energy in the warehouse, and he could feel his body constantly changing.

The Qi from Martial Arts Training also allowed his body to develop Qi.

Once he had Qi, he would have Qi to call upon in battle; with that Qi, he would have Inner Strength, and with Inner Strength and his inner mirror, dealing with ordinary Martial Artists would be child’s play.

It was deep into the night when there was finally movent.

The Soldiers guarding outside the tent were quietly killed by masked n who had crept up.

The old General felt a stab of pain; these obedient Soldiers were also born and raised by their parents. These masked bastards were courting death!

The other side didn’t co in imdiately; they first lit so incense from outside, letting it waft in. It was sedative.

After waiting a quarter of an hour, they figured the person inside must be sleeping even more soundly.

Ti to act.

So they rushed in, not just one person but several, thinking one man might not be able to handle the old General.

When they took this job, they had already anticipated that if anything went wrong, one man alone wouldn’t be able to stand up to the old General’s fighting power and would only startle the snake.

The mont they entered, the old General stepped out from the warehouse, then used his palm to draw in all the Sleeping Drug in the tent’s air; at the instant they ca in, he struck out with that palm. There was nothing stopping it—what he hit was the sedative they had released.

Them, eyes wide, swords in hand, bodies wavering, finally couldn’t resist the Sleeping Drug; these black-clad n who had rushed in hadn’t even managed to make a move before they collapsed.

They had tried to take precautions by taking Detoxification dicine.

They had also considered that a man like the old General would probably have Detoxification dicine as well. If the other side had taken Detoxification dicine, then the sedative they used wouldn’t work on him at all.

So they used a sedative that ordinary antidotes couldn’t counter.

Now, not only had they failed to knock out the target, they had knocked themselves out.

The old General rely blinked and coldly spat out one line: "Idiots."