One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The bronze Bagua platform, originally belonging to the ancient Chinese cultivators, was forcibly covered by a huge blood-red torii gate by the Japanese.

The torii gate was covered with countless talismans for warding off evil spirits, and shimenawa (sacred ropes) with paper tassels hung all around it.

The most eye-catching thing is the two heavy cranes parked next to it.

A massive bronze pillar, weighing several tons and engraved with black, malevolent curses, hangs from the tall steel cable boom!

【Dragon-Suppressing Nail】!

The enormous bronze nail hangs in mid-air, its sharp tip pointing directly at the spring of the underground river below.

When the time comes, it will be blasted into the underground water vein.

This will completely unleash the vitality of China's dragon vein that has existed for thousands of years.

"Lord Kenji! Good news!"

A Japanese adjutant in military uniform ran up quickly, his voice filled with barely suppressed elation.

He knelt on one knee facing a group of people walking towards him and reported loudly:

"Those people have already driven all the [Dragon-Suppressing Nails] into the earth's veins at each node!"

"The earth's energy in this Hidden Dragon Sinkhole has been completely reversed; the [Nine Pythons Devouring the Heart] formation is finally complete!"

A middle-aged man wearing a white coat over a traditional Onmyoji hunting robe walked slowly over, surrounded by a group of soldiers.

He looked at the giant bronze nail suspended in mid-air, then at the polluted dragon's saliva below, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Yoshi...that's great!"

Kenji Tsuchimikado spread his arms wide, as if admiring a masterpiece of art, and burst into unrestrained laughter:

"The Imperial Japanese Yin-Yang Bureau has spent countless efforts searching for auspicious feng shui points across China and driving in dragon-suppressing nails! Today, their wish has finally come true!"

"The [Nine Dragons Embracing the Pearl], which ancient Chinese cultivators regarded as a supreme treasure? Heh, haven't we already forcibly transformed it into the extremely ferocious [Nine Pythons Devouring the Heart]!"

"The dragon veins and destiny of China will eventually become the perfect embryo for our Great Japanese Empire to create gods!"

Listen to that ear-piercing, maniacal laughter.

"The feng shui of this place is completely messed up; it's really unpleasant to look at."

Feng Baobao was pushed forward by the soldiers.

She blinked and silently gave this place a very poor score in her mind.

Her father taught her to appreciate mountains and rivers.

This place now looks like a living thing whose belly has been ripped open and filled with tubes to bleed it dry.

It makes one feel a tightness in their chest.

Kenji Tsuchimikado stopped laughing and turned to look at Feng Baobao, who was being escorted over.

"Bring her here."

Kenjiro Tsuchimikado held a strangely shaped compass in his hand, his gaze fixed on Feng Baobao as if he were looking at prey.

Feng Baobao was pushed forward.

She didn't avoid his gaze; instead, she met his gaze quite openly.

The middle-aged man circled Feng Baobao twice.

He brought the compass in his hand close to Feng Baobao's forehead.

The compass needle remained perfectly still, without the slightest fluctuation.

"A miracle...it's truly a miracle!"

Kenji Tsuchimikado's breathing became a little rapid, and he praised in broken Chinese:

"The powerful families of China have finally delivered a worthy offering this time."

"He has never practiced any martial arts techniques, yet his meridians are naturally unobstructed. What is most remarkable is that his state of mind is so pure."

Kenji Tsuchimikado looked at Feng Baobao with eyes full of fervent admiration.

It's like looking at a rare work of art that is about to be enshrined by the gods.

"Little girl."

He bent down, trying to make his tone sound gentler:

"What's your name?"

Feng Baobao looked at the strangely dressed man in front of her.

She did not answer his question.

Instead, she looked very carefully at the man's face and noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

"Uncle."

Feng Baobao's clear voice seemed out of place in the noisy camp.

She offered her very pertinent advice:

"Have you been having trouble sleeping at night these past few days, and have you been experiencing a bitter taste in your mouth during the day?"

"Your eye sockets are so dark they look like charcoal, your liver fire is too strong. You need to boil some Prunella vulgaris to drink, otherwise you'll easily lose your hair."

"..."

Kenji Tsuchimikado's fanatical smile froze instantly.

The soldiers around them, all holding guns, stood frozen in place, looking at each other in bewilderment.

They had expected the captured country girl to be terrified and cry her heart out, or even kneel down and beg for mercy.

Who would have thought.

This girl wasn't flustered at all; instead, she started treating their adults on the spot!

"you……"

Kenji Tsuchimikado took a deep breath, finding it somewhat absurd.

He straightened up and gave a cold laugh:

"As expected, you have the heart of a child, and you don't know what fear is. That's good, then you will suffer less in the upcoming ceremony."

He turned his head and waved to his adjutant behind him:

"Take her to Barracks Zero and change her into clean clothes. Give her a bath with the best medicinal soup."

"The ceremony is scheduled for three days from now. During these three days, it is imperative to ensure that her body is in peak condition, and there can be no mishaps!"

"Yes!"

Two soldiers stepped forward.

They led Feng Baobao to a row of steel barracks deep in the sinkhole, one on the left and one on the right.

Feng Baobao did not resist.

She turned her head as she walked.

He memorized the distribution of guards along the way, the location of heavy machine guns, and the structure of the red torii gate clearly.

"Three days."

Feng Baobao pondered silently in her heart.

"I just don't know how my mother is doing."

She looked up at the sky above, which was cut into a small piece by the rock wall.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed in.

"There will always be a way to escape."

The little girl thought to herself with certainty.

Chapter 434 The Barracks for Physical Training: Feng Baobao's Quiet Daily Life

Barracks No. 0 at the bottom of the sinkhole.

It was less of a barracks.

It's more like an observation room made of stainless steel and bulletproof glass.

The room was large, but there were no unnecessary decorations inside.

A single bed covered with snow-white sheets, and a washroom.

Several monitoring instruments were placed in the corner, emitting a soft buzzing sound.

A faint smell of disinfectant filled the air.

After Feng Baobao was brought in, the rope on her wrists was finally untied.

Two female staff members wearing protective suits walked in.

Without saying a word, he brought over a large wooden bucket of dark brown medicinal soup.

Feng Baobao wasn't reserved at all.

She took a nice, hot bath, washing away all the grime she'd accumulated from rolling around in the mud.

She changed into a loose-fitting, pure white dress.

The workers carried their change of clothes out and locked the heavy metal door behind them.

The entire room fell completely silent.

Feng Baobao walked barefoot on the flat floor to the huge bulletproof glass wall.

Through the glass.

She could clearly see the soldiers patrolling back and forth in the corridor outside, as well as several researchers holding record boards who would occasionally glance in her direction.

"They're keeping a close eye on you."

Feng Baobao pressed her face against the glass and made a face at a researcher outside who was staring at her.