Chapter 116: Unfair Treatment (Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter)

Using his identity token to enter and exit the formation, Du En noticed while walking across the ground that the soil around the camp was hard—unnaturally hard. Guessing it was due to the formation, he had no choice but to walk further away.

"This place is truly worthy of being a place of exile; poor mountains and treacherous waters, producing nothing but villains..."

Thinking this, he finished burying the corpse and returned to the camp.

He had just returned when someone walked straight toward him.

"My name is Yu Jian. Arranged by the camp master, I will be taking you to familiarize yourself with the environment from now on."

The newcomer, with an average appearance and an insolent air, spoke casually; his words and actions were permeated with a lack of concern, showing no regard.

Foundation Establishment mid-stage; his aura was considered steady and thick, his strength clearly a cut above He Bo, barely a second-rate, a weak second-rate...

In this outpost camp, the monthly pay for a patrol guard starts at three medium-grade spirit stones, while the price of an ordinary first-tier low-grade magical tool falls in the range of forty to sixty medium-grade spirit stones.

Yu Jian had come to find Du En early.

As they flew out of the camp one after another, leaving behind trails of spiritual light, other newcomers who had to work overtime last night—who had only just sat cross-legged to regulate their breathing—were now kicked out of their doors and dragged out by veteran patrol guards, likewise beginning their patrol training.

However, there were not many people going to take over the places where they lingered and patrolled; was there a shortage of manpower?

While lost in thought, Du En looked back to the front.

And Yu Jian was completely indifferent to Du En knowing this.

Du En's expression remained unchanged, his eyelids slightly lowered, looking as if he were meek and submissive, which kept people from paying him too much attention; only Huang Xiaosheng over there became increasingly superior and smug.

Yu Jian mocked and disdained, "Giving you this is considered a special favor. After all, you certainly haven't learned the Transmission Art, but it is essential for patrolling, so you must keep this well. If it is used up or broken, you will have to go to the logistics department to buy a new one yourself."

Thus, he couldn't help but lift up the thing he was holding, looking over proudly from afar.

However, compared to Du En's situation, this treatment still seemed to have a large gap.

He spent little time neatly repairing his house, then took out the spirit meal he had cooked, cooled, and stored in his storage bag, eating and practicing, racing against time.

In his current situation, only by continuously strengthening himself could he deal with things calmly.

Yu Jian finished speaking to himself and left without looking back.

Du En stopped in place and surveyed his surroundings.

At this moment, the newcomers were being led to their assigned dwellings.

Then Yu Jian turned his head and walked away directly.

In the eyes of the veterans here, his good luck ended here; he would die before long. The reason they gave him a transmission talisman was to make him still have some use before he died, to transmit back some potentially useful information.

For example, when encountering a demonic beast, he could notify them to come over to kill the beast and take its meat and materials.

As the words fell, Yu Jian moved his fingers, and a sword flew out from his sleeve. It grew as it met the light, and in the blink of an eye, it became wide and long, resembling a canoe.

A scene of miserable crying and screaming, but it would only meet with ruthless suppression.

Thinking this, Du En was actually quite satisfied with this remote environment.

Although it was Du En's first time flying by controlling a tool, he was quite at ease. At this moment, glancing with his peripheral vision, he saw some veteran patrol guards who had been patrolling at night now flying alone, moving in the opposite direction to them, returning toward the camp.

"Oh, you can still recognize it? I thought you were illiterate!"

He seemed already prepared, not giving Yu Jian room to perform.

"What kind of piece-of-trash magical tool is that?" Yu Jian immediately began to point and gesture, his attitude disdainful and contemptuous, and feigning a posture, he spat out a tone of lecturing and education, "If you can live until you have saved up enough spirit stones, hurry up and change to a second-tier one!"

"Follow me. Your living place has been arranged. Also, this is for you, keep it safe."

In the end, he was led to a dilapidated, abandoned, and remote shack.

While he was secretly assessing things here, Huang Xiaosheng and the others also noticed his return.

"I will."

Du En silently measured the other party while calmly nodding.

He had thought that this side definitely hadn't turned the corner yet and would need his own careful urging and teaching, but he didn't expect that just as he approached from afar, he would see Du En pushing the door and coming out.

Yu Jian stepped onto it calmly, rose into the air controlling the tool, and looked down at Du En's side with contempt.

Amidst different people, different mindsets, and different behaviors, time quickly slipped away to the next day.

Naturally, he wouldn't let this thing that looked quite fragile fall to the ground; Du En was quick-eyed and fast-handed, raising his hand to catch it.

The others...

Someone had just started work, so naturally, someone could get off work.

"This is it. Clean it up yourself; you will live here from now on."

They flew further and further away; the mountain forest below was shrouded in morning mist, with all kinds of colors, revealing a sense of danger.

"It must have been swallowed privately."

Those were basic supplies, including weapons, clothes, and so on. Although they seemed miscellaneous and ordinary—the best being only first-tier low-grade—there were also production tools like pill furnaces, clearly intending for them to start work immediately today.

In the end, they could only struggle with their fatigue, follow closely behind these bandit-like senior veterans, and begin today's mountain forest patrol work.

It didn't match the context, nor was it spoken in any order, just said suddenly and vaguely like that.

Du En looked back at Yu Jian in front of him; from the envious gazes of the other camp veterans looking this way, it was not hard to deduce this point.

Du En did not waste any effort, simply tucking the jade talisman into his bosom, his gaze sweeping toward other places.

He only saw that he had taken out a hard, flat, and stiff shield, the front of which still bore a ferocious ox face and ox horns; it was the first-tier magical tool, the Iron Ox Shield, which he had already repaired.

For a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a lifespan of over two hundred years, such a time is definitely not considered long, but the prerequisite is that in this outpost camp, while serving as an outpost patrol guard, one must be able to successfully live until that time!

Faintly carrying a threat, it seemed there was also an ulterior meaning.

Du En only gave a flat and peaceful reply, which immediately made Yu Jian feel as if his fist had hit cotton. His mouth twitched immediately, and he didn't dwell on this topic anymore, starting to urge the flight forward.

Yu Jian did not fly very fast; the further he got from the camp, the slower he went. He controlled the spiritual light of the magical tool well so it wasn't obvious, his nerves tightened, and his expression became very solemn.

Tch!

Somewhat displeased, he clicked his tongue secretly, his expression not good as he walked over: "Let's go, it's time to take you on patrol."

He threw something over without looking back, appearing very casual, not caring at all whether Du En might not have reacted in time.

"Transmission talisman?"

This place is very close to the edge of the camp's formation, and the surroundings are filled with these kinds of desolate, dilapidated buildings, some still bearing shocking, strange claw marks and traces of being torn and twisted.

He only had one communication talisman.

In other words, Du En would need at least over a year of time to be able to afford one by saving up his monthly stipend.

At this moment, he also channeled magic power into it to make it grow larger, then used the flying method of the full version of the Object Control Art to let it support him and achieve the goal of flight.

The veterans lead the newcomers, forty-nine leading forty-nine; besides that, there are quite a few idle veteran patrol guards and people working outside, so the current number of people in the entire camp is approximately between two hundred thirty and two hundred eighty.

"The traces of damage are still very fresh... It looks like this place was once attacked by demonic beasts when the aftermath of the previous war shifted over and triggered the heavy snow that sealed the mountains."

There were also second-rank demonic beasts standing proudly on the distant mountain peaks, seemingly noticing that new prey had arrived here; they now appeared salivating, their gazes sizing up these new flying spiritual lights, restless and making one uneasy.

This true Southern Border mountain forest, a scene of treacherous mountains and foul waters, was officially and slowly pulling back its veil before the eyes of the new patrol guards.

(End of this chapter)