kvmb Chapter 2235 - 1257_2
Chapter 2235 - 1257_2
However, since they have a connection with the old General, they might live with their close relatives at home.
Not to mention, they don’t return to the General’s Mansion; now, with the war imminent, they can’t even go home while in the army.
The General’s Mansion at the border is very simple and can’t compare to the one in the Capital City.
Those who followed them to this place to endure hardship, like Ye Zi, are now just a few.
The Emperor can’t let these generals holding Tokens, with such strength and power, remain at the border without worry.
What if they rebel?
What if they lead an army of a hundred thousand back to the Capital City?
Thus, the schemers keep some of these military generals’ children in the Capital City as hostages.
Or marry their daughters to certain ministers’ families.
Some even take some of their daughters into the palace.
The old General, focused on cultivation, hasn’t even had time to read some letters.
Now that the people have come, he begins to read the letters.
Just as he thought, they sealed the towns on both sides, preventing people from entering or leaving, making those outside unaware of the situation, not knowing about the food that came from the sky to keep them from starving.
They waited for grain supplies and didn’t let anyone leave the city to buy food.
The nearby towns, next to their army, are actually living quite miserably.
Due to soil issues and weather problems, buying food around there is also difficult.
The old General called a dozen of his sons and grandsons into the tent, telling them to swear to the heavens not to tell anyone what they learned today, not even those close to them.
A dozen middle-aged and young people were puzzled, not knowing why the old General had called them in.
"What happened, Father?"
"In the army, you must call him General. You’re old enough, yet you still don’t know the rules."
Scolded by his father, the middle-aged man almost couldn’t hold it together.
His dignity was swept away in front of his son.
Then, the sons and grandsons of the old General, one by one, took the oath.
The old General seemed dissatisfied. Previously, he thought they were up to standard, but now, he sees they’re not.
Everyone looked at the old General, thinking he seemed in great spirits today, and they wondered if it was an illusion or if the light in the tent was too dim?
Why do their eyes, without any problems, see that the General has changed?
They could feel that the previously half-gray hair, eyebrows, and beard of the old General, as well as his somewhat aged skin, now looked younger and blacker.
The old General’s eldest son felt that his father’s skin and hair looked even better than his own.
How could such a significant change occur in just one night?
He thought the old General might be using a Disguise Technique, but it didn’t seem like that.
If a Disguise Technique could make someone young, they all would want to use it.
The old General remained serious, ignoring the curious gazes of his descendants, but felt delighted inside, only he knew.
Being strong or becoming younger is equally meaningful to him as it is for women. Even if appearance matters, a man’s health deteriorates with age, inevitably.
Many functions cease to work.
Even for a General like him.
Constant battles have left many stubborn ailments, and despite healing the large and small wounds, some marks remain. But now it’s different; he found that even the scars from previously healed wounds have disappeared.
The old General didn’t waste many words; he simply placed several Storage Bags, reminiscent of pouches, on the table.
The sons and grandsons facing him, over a dozen in number, couldn’t figure out what kind of trick the old General had up his sleeve; initially, they thought it was just some insect-repelling sachets.
However, upon closer inspection, they realized there was no fragrance, puzzled as to how the old General could take out so many items from his sleeve.
A young General curiously glanced at the Young General’s sleeve.
"Each of you, take one Storage Bag."
The previously obedient sons and grandsons each took a pouch, leaving only one on the table.
The old General did not specify to whom the last pouch belonged.
"Cut your finger with a weapon and let the blood drip into the Storage Bag."
One by one, they looked at the pouches in their hands, discovering they couldn’t open them. The pouch wasn’t like the scented sachet others mentioned. What does Storage Bag mean? What is this thing?
How is it different?
Everyone was puzzled. Cutting a finger for a small injury was trivial for those frequently injured in practice.
Obediently, they took their waist-hanging swords and cut their own fingers.
Each performed the same actions, letting two drops of blood fall into the Storage Bag.
That’s when they discovered that the pouch they couldn’t open before now felt connected, and they sensed plenty of items inside the bag.
In unison, they were all bewildered and amazed.
Awed by the magic, everyone looked at the old General.
"Try to mentally reach into the Storage Bag and take out what’s inside."
One by one, they followed the instruction.
Currently, what they valued most was the rice and those medicines. The rice was quite heavy; in thought, a sack weighing 100 catties appeared in their hands, almost causing them to stumble.
Luckily, their past martial arts training allowed them to catch the 100 catties of rice.
The old General felt exasperated by these fools’ antics; couldn’t they try taking out something lighter with so many materials inside?
The dozen or more people, dubbed fools by the old General, turned it into a game of storing and retrieving items.
The old General didn’t want to waste time with them anymore.
He instructed each to take out two medicine bottles from the Storage Bag, labeled Power Pill and Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, for each to consume one pill.
He explained the uses of these two medicines.
Learning that the Power Pill can enhance strength, they understood it’s essential for martial artists.
The Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill is also crucial, as it accelerates their martial training by unblocking their meridians.
Martial arts prodigies owe their talent to their unique constitutions.
Innate strength and acquired strength are particularly valuable for such leaders.
The old General insisted they remain here for now, take the Power Pill and Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, and expel impurities from their bodies.
To ensure confidentiality and prevent detectable odors, they were advised to stay in individual tents or clean up in the river after taking the medicines, washing off any smells.
The old General had initially considered sending one Storage Bag back to the General’s Mansion.
Sometimes, patience is all one can have.
Lingering too long while handling affairs here might arouse suspicion.
Thus, the old General sent them all away.
He planned to visit the mansion once night fell.
During the day, he’s very busy, or his sons and grandsons come here, attracting people eager to unearth secrets seeking meetings.
He watched them leave the tent heading toward a certain place.
Though it was said to be for inspection, many people remained skeptical.
Some wanted to track them, so they arranged for followers.
The old General knew it wasn’t easy to accomplish tasks amidst such prying eyes.
Yet given the pills they took, there wasn’t time for training now.
He hoped they’d study cultivation techniques after achieving victory in battle.
Still, after taking the medicines and expelling impurities, he called them back to discuss some matters.
This tent, though free from imminent assaults, always had visitors ready to arrive.
The old General was too occupied to consider little else, everyone was busy.
His enhanced abilities now allowed him to hear sounds outside the tent, see and hear clearly.
Aware of recently acquired skills, he aimed to avoid excessive pressure on himself.
The dispatched children and grandchildren only returned after noon, having left in the morning.
They changed clothes before returning.
However, having gone to the river and bathed, it was as if they were playing in the water, an occurrence known to many in the army.