Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming

Chapter 2234 - 1257

Jiang Tang indeed understood the mood of the old General. With the great battle imminent, he wanted to improve his abilities at full speed.

There was regret in his heart, as he couldn’t enhance the strength of his family members and descendants.

He could only worry anxiously, while certain secrets could not be revealed.

Jiang Tang gifted him these Storage Bags, each containing some warming supplies, as well as medicines and food.

Currently, he did not have the means to support a hundred thousand soldiers, and there were spies even among them.

Defending the country was the old General’s duty; he had already changed the storyline, and generously offered so many resources. If they couldn’t change their fate, then they were truly useless, unable to succeed.

There was nothing left to pity.

With the resources Jiang Tang provided, the old General could now spend the night engaging in Washing Bone Marrow, clearing his meridians after a night’s cultivation.

His body emitted a foul stench, but fortunately he practiced within the warehouse, or else the soldiers guarding the door would have smelled it and vomited.

Though the people in the army were not so particular, training daily without enough water sources for bathing, it was common to go a month without a bath.

Winter was even harder; in such cold weather, there wasn’t enough firewood to keep warm, and snow water had to be heated to drink. To ensure water availability was already a blessing.

How could it be?

How could it be possible to guarantee daily showers and drinking water?

Let alone the Generals, not to mention the hundred thousand soldiers.

Now, as it is hot, they could bathe in the river water.

However, the water here was scarce, making daily bathing still difficult.

Managing to get some water to wipe one’s face was fortunate enough.

They were compared to smelly men, rough men of the army.

They were the ones literary types compared, fighting enemies on the battlefield, yet not being valued.

This situation wasn’t happening just overnight.

Perhaps because the country seemed stable, the status of Military Generals had declined.

Yet it was the Military Generals who defended the country; those scholars merely played with words, and the crafty ministers were even more skilled in tricks and schemes.

The old General had previously stored a barrel of water in the warehouse, also stocked some drinkable water, though it was already there upon obtaining the warehouse.

Given the difficulty of obtaining water here, the kind that could be drunk and enhance physical functions, he could not bear to waste it on bathing.

However, given his current filthiness, he had no choice but to use the previously prepared barrel of water to wipe his body.

The old General found he was washing away too much grime, layer after layer.

The stench was overwhelming, making him feel nauseous.

But he had no choice but to endure.

After cleaning off the grime, he noticed his skin improved, appearing a shade lighter.

If there were a mirror, he would wish to see if his appearance had changed.

His hair reeked and had to be washed.

In a book containing the wonders of Cultivation Techniques, he read that if he could learn Spells or energy-based Cultivation Techniques, he wouldn’t need to bathe and could use spells instead.

He did not know if he could use spells.

After cleaning, the old General resumed Martial Arts practice, a technique different from those previously learned.

It was a martial art capable of cultivating Qi, and if given enough time, if this technique were promoted among the family’s elites, they would not fear foreign enemies.

The old General only hoped that with this battle, they could use Talismans and explosives to fend off the enemy soldiers.

Spending the night in the warehouse meant gaining more than a day’s time.

Also in his condition, practice required nourishment.

By morning, he returned from the warehouse to his tent.

When he summoned the soldiers outside to enter, they brought him water to wash his face, although he had washed already. Later he trained in martial arts, sweating profusely, now drenched.

In this summer, their worn clothes were quite hot; inside the tent, sweat was inevitable even in the morning.

Though he was an old General, there were provisions in the army, yet breakfasts were still simple, consisting of a bowl of white porridge and two steamed buns.

These supplies were from the grain given by Jiang Tang; having white porridge was a blessing, made from Spirit Rice, far tastier than the coarse grain porridge they previously ate.

The white buns, though unsweetened, were deliciously sweet.

After enjoying lunch, the old General instructed the soldiers to bring his family’s descendants serving in the army inside.

Gave orders to bring them in, but no others, saying it was family matters.

Generally, when the Great General discussed matters or received military reports, he let other generals listen.

The Great General trusted or distrusted individuals, having a gauge for it.

He now understood the danger they faced, not to be called selfish.

The country must be protected, as must his family members.

Ten thousand army personnel must be safeguarded; with resources, these people strengthening wouldn’t mean losing a single life in battle.

Being a General, having personal motives was human nature.

Before dawn, the army personnel were already exercising; they might have skipped breakfast, or had it after training.

When the old General called his family members, their ranks were different, and so were their residences.

The younger, less capable ones began at lower ranks, possibly as small leaders or vanguards, potentially living among many soldiers.