The Great Seminary

Chapter 177 Something's Wrong

Faced with Zhang Gui's questioning, Shen Shijing remained silent, as if he had tacitly agreed.

Zhang Gui had lived two lives, the first of which was in a 'boring' technological world.

Therefore, after being reincarnated into the extraordinary world, he has always held a deep-rooted and unchangeable belief, which is:
If you live in a supernatural world where great power belongs to yourself, and you don't put your life's pursuit on becoming an emperor or ancestor, wouldn't you be an idiot!

And this is probably the sentiment of 99% of time travelers.

Therefore, he truly did not understand how someone like Shen Shijing, with his exceptional talent and superior intelligence, could possess both advanced cultivation techniques and readily available elixirs.

Why would someone do something that puts the cart before the horse?

If the island nation ruled by one's own family has been overthrown, then it might be worth a try to use this opportunity to restore order.

If it's difficult to handle, then put it aside for now.

Once you cultivate to a higher level, destroying the heavens and the earth will be commonplace. Then you can turn around and help the country.

Why insist on getting stuck on this now?

However, he couldn't say these things outright; he could only open his mouth in apology.
"This is truly a case of 'a small temple with a strong demonic wind, a shallow pond with many turtles.'"

After Prince Zhen left the capital, and the imperial court had only been in power for a short time, one, two, or three groups of people formed factions.

Now we have you, the 'fourth brother' who's poised to make your move.

But in reality, he only conquered one circuit and one prefecture on Xianrong Island.

The remaining so-called "nine islands and ten cities of Tiangong" can indeed be used to garrison troops.

Needless to say, the combat strength of the new army is extremely poor; anyone with eyes can see how pathetic it is.

Getting involved in such filth is just asking for trouble, isn't it?

"Now that you've been forced into the Fresh Velvet Island situation, do you think you can just walk away unscathed if you don't get involved?"

Do they really think they can just "follow orders without stopping"?

Shen Shijing countered with a question, and then, instead of pressuring him, reminded him.
"War is all about human lives. Dead people are the least valuable on the battlefield. As long as it doesn't cause a plague, few living people care about them."

But everything has its limits.

Last time, you took advantage of the 'small-scale war' between King Zhen and the Yuanshan Guard to devour hundreds of thousands of corpses.

How could it be that no one noticed?

However, in the current state of Zhenwangxing, who knows how many people harbor ulterior motives?

What you're doing has absolutely nothing to do with anyone's interests, so nobody wants to mention it or care about it.

But if things change in the future, a scapegoat will need to be put forward.

When others are forming factions and attacking each other, resulting in a stalemate.

I suddenly discovered that you, the barbarian general who committed demonic acts, have actually been so clever as not to form a faction.

What do you think will happen?

Zhang Gui was speechless for a moment.

Shen Shijing didn't say anything more, casually said goodbye, and flew into the moonlight, disappearing without a trace.

With nothing to do, Zhang Gui stared blankly at the moon for a while, then suddenly activated the golden blood and qi within his body, leaping into the air without touching the ground and disappearing into the night.

"A thousand-man stone corpse warrior unit requires one centurion, ten centurions, one hundred ten-man commanders, and one thousand single stone corpse warriors."

To forge a Thousand Stone Corpse Warrior, one needs a thousand recently deceased normal adult corpses; a centurion needs a hundred corpses... and so on.

To forge a thousand-strong Stone Corpse Warrior army, five thousand dead adult corpses are required.

My current limit for crafting Stone Corpse Warriors is 108 thousand-man squads, which requires 540,000 corpses.

Even if there are missing arms, legs, head, or internal organs;

Or, the amount of depletion will be much greater for a corpse that has been dead for a long time and whose soul essence has completely dissipated.

My savings are almost enough.

If all else fails, don't be so greedy; just quietly leave Fresh Velvet Island.

Although Bai Xiaoshen looks like a pure and innocent person, he has never gotten even the slightest benefit from me.

Not only that. She had reminded me once before in Zhihai Town to be wary of inner demons invading, which helped me a lot.

Now, to remind you, ah, Zhang Gui, when did you develop such a good impression of Bai Xiaoshen?

No, what Bai Xiaoshen? Didn't you always address her politely as Mr. Shen or Shen the Immortal?

When did I secretly come up with the nickname 'Bai Xiaoshen' in my mind?

We've already started to get infected, so we need to be careful!

Besides, you only need 540,000 corpses to satisfy the maximum recruitment of your Stone Corpse Warriors.

But what about the future?

Given the speed at which the Divine Forest is being excavated, you might soon be able to refine a Ten Thousand Stone Corpse Warrior.

This would mean consuming ten times the number of corpses.

Moreover, with your unwavering determination to become an emperor and ancestor, it would be easy for you to break through the barriers of bloodline and create a method for refining 100,000 stone corpse warriors in the future.

That force of 100,000 stone-level corpse warriors will be lost; I need to calculate it more carefully…”

On his way back to the coroner's office, he pondered silently, initially still somewhat uncertain.

But the more I thought about it, the more confused I became.

Completely unaware that a drifting, sometimes visible, sometimes invisible figure had appeared beside them.

Holding a small soup bowl in her right hand, she gently fanned it with her left, fanning the aroma of the soup into her nose.

Soon, Zhang Gui, who had been soaring through the air, was running on the ground.

But he himself was completely unaware.

In this way, it took less than half a quarter of an hour to go there, but it took a full hour to return from the mass grave.

By the time Zhang Gui stood at the entrance of the office, it was already getting light.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of sunlight spreading in the east, and he subconsciously turned his head to look.

The moment the sunlight shone into his eyes, Zhang Gui's spirits jolted.

The images of the people beside him were noticed, but vanished instantly.

At the same time, Zhang Gui fully regained consciousness.
"What's wrong with me?!"

Why would someone suddenly have such wild fantasies about surpassing Emperor Chiyou and defeating the ancient god Kuafu?

This is like an ant trying to trip an elephant; it's utterly brain-dead.

He's so proud of his achievements; Zhang Gui, you should really reflect on yourself three times a day.

I examine myself three times a day!

He slapped his cheeks hard in the sunlight, then turned and walked into the office.

A hundred paces away in mid-air, the floating figure watched Zhang Gui's disappearing form and nodded appreciatively.
"It's truly remarkable that someone so young, having experienced so much of the world, could break free from the allure of the Meng Po soup."

It's a pity that in the end it still borrowed a bit of the fading light of the Golden Week, which made it less than perfect.

Only then did it truly dissipate into the world.

Upon returning to the office, Zhang Gui went to his room and immediately lay down to sleep on the heated kang bed.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard Lü Zhenduan's soft voice calling his name.
"Longhu, Longhu, are you sleeping well?"

Zhang Gui groggily opened his eyes, and seeing the dim light outside the window, he couldn't help but yawn:
"Old Lu, what's gotten into you? Coming to my room and yelling so early in the morning."

“Dragon Tiger, it’s dusk now. You’ve slept all day.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Gui's eyes widened, and he sat up in bed.

He sensed something was wrong, but couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Then Lu Zhenduan continued:
"Mr. Xi Hui, Guan Qingxia has arrived in Seoul. He sent a letter at noon."

He said he would come to visit that evening.

That's why I called you.

(End of this chapter)