Chapter 189: Sincere Apology (Requesting Subscriptions)

Fu Yong did not find such a scene strange.

Because that was the Hundred Imperial Art, not some other high-grade spell; it was a spell known for winning through quantity and equally known for its mana consumption. Without a quality and quantity of mana far exceeding those of the same rank, how could one drive it so freely and still maintain a steady breath after using it for so long?

Once the quality and quantity of mana are high, wanting to break through naturally becomes even more difficult.

Especially since the Foundation Establishment stage also requires building up the Dao foundation; when breaking through to the late stage and reaching perfection, it depends on the individual's situation—one needs to build up to their own extreme point, which is that state of perfection without any flaws.

Before Du En practiced, he was at seventy-three percent, and theoretically, his perfection could fill his entire lower dantian, so he was still missing twenty-seven percent.

Relatively speaking, the accumulation progress of his cultivation was 95/100, missing a mere five points.

Originally, a dozen or so bottles of second-grade top-tier medicinal pills would have been completely sufficient to fill these last five points, but now that he had consumed them, he realized the pill power was basically being used to fill gaps and fix leaks, being refined at an extremely fast speed, then condensed into crystal dust, and rapidly built into the dantian.

The increase in accumulation progress was very slow because it only had basic efficiency.

However, compared to the basic efficiency at the very beginning, it was already more than three and a half times higher.

"Afterward, I will advise Lord Ming to get a third-grade storage bag for him."

Sending the guards off to handle the handover, Fu Yong glanced at the third-grade medicinal pills that Du En had casually placed by his side because they could not be put into a storage bag, and thought this to himself.

He was originally going to leave as well, but then, he saw Du En start taking pills again.

This time, even he was stunned; the few guards who had just finished the handover and returned to heal their wounds were likewise looking at each other in dismay.

Why is he eating them so fast?

"Hmm... actually, I just had a breakthrough and rushed over to join the battle, which led to a deficiency in my Dao foundation that hasn't been replenished, so that is why I need more medicinal pills to quickly build it back up now."

Being top-tier elites and well-informed, Fu Yong and the others quickly thought of this situation.

But even so, Du En was originally in the late Foundation Establishment stage and is still in the late Foundation Establishment stage now; when he left the team alone earlier, what exactly did he break through to cause this situation where his cultivation and Dao foundation are significantly mismatched?

Furthermore, this speed of refining medicinal pills is simply too fast!

"Right, it's a spiritual body!"

Fu Yong suddenly thought of the fleeting glimpse he had before entering the ruins.

At that time, they, the first batch of guards, were all affected by Li Jian's evil arts and could not extricate themselves.

Only Du En was not obviously affected at the time.

"So that's it. At the time, the influence was just not obvious, but it was actually still there, which is why he didn't rashly make a move, to avoid the situation worsening and developing in a way unfavorable to us."

"Later, he accidentally entered the ruins directly. In order to solve the root problem, and acting as a roaming surprise force, he silently cultivated hard and circled around on his own under Lord Ming's instruction, finally cultivating a complete spiritual body, then rushed out of seclusion, first beheading the evil cultivator, then breaking the dangerous situation!"

Hmm!

Truly admirable!

Fu Yong was speaking with absolute certainty at this moment, as if that was exactly how things happened!

The other guards had no doubts either; they nodded one after another, sighing in admiration.

And the reason for this connection was that after returning to the stronghold, Du En and Meng Changqing's conversation was no longer hidden, and they learned that Li Jian was dead.

Therefore, it obviously boosted morale, which is why they seem more relaxed now.

Your imagination is quite well-reasoned.

Du En's action of taking pills again paused slightly; he had obviously heard Fu Yong's words of admiration and could not help but think this to himself.

Then he continued to take and refine the pills.

With the six bottles of pills entering his belly, his Dao foundation had already been built up to seventy-nine percent.

Ten pills per bottle, capable of building up zero point one percent.

Half a day later, all dozen or so bottles were finished, raising the building level to eighty-six percent.

Still missing one point four percent, another fourteen bottles were needed.

So he opened his eyes.

He only saw Fu Yong being pushed by a dozen or so guards who had light injuries and had mostly recovered, running over somewhat awkwardly, with bottles of pills in his hands.

"Cough, they saw you didn't have enough, so they spontaneously took out their pills. You don't need to be polite; anyway, after this is over, if you're short, you can apply for a supplement from Lord Ming."

Fu Yong said this as he placed the twenty-some bottles of pills in front of Du En.

"Thank you, but, there's no need for so many..."

"Just take them. I already said if you're short, you can get more, right?"

Fu Yong said this and looked back, seeing the other guards already standing far away, only smiling and nodding enthusiastically.

They were intentionally trying to get these two to reconcile completely.

Although the guards had increased by many batches and there weren't many of the first batch left, with more being subsequent reinforcements, over these past two years, whenever Fu Yong caught a gap, encountered setbacks, or progress stalled, he couldn't help but mutter about Du En in private.

Over time, it made all the guards know that this leader did not have a good relationship with Du En and had been very prejudiced before.

Facing the good intentions of his subordinates, Fu Yong looked back and met only those calm eyes, as if it had been like that from the start, and immediately felt inferior.

He simply sat down on the ground, took the opportunity to swallow recovery pills to stabilize his own injuries, and at the same time said with solemn emotion: "Du En, I must apologize to you; I was truly sorry before!"

"There is no need to be like this; that was only reasonable."

"No, I was very prejudiced. Looking at it squarely now, from your expression, I can only read impartiality and equal treatment, whereas before, I would only read an arrogance and conceit that didn't know status, didn't know when to advance or retreat, and didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

Boss, you really are blunt!

The guards looked at each other in dismay as they listened. Du En lowered his gaze, put away thirteen bottles of the pills in front of him, leaving only what he needed, and said: "Don't praise me so much; in my performance, there was actually some truth to me not knowing when to advance or retreat."

"Not knowing when to advance or retreat is good! Why must one know when to advance or retreat? To hell with that shit! Why should one have to take the initiative to retreat and act humble just because they are facing someone stronger than them, higher in status than them, or with more backing than them? That makes no sense; that is what's not right!"

Fu Yong could not help but say this, his emotions running high; he was clearly thinking of some past events.

Those guards also fell silent, each appearing to empathize.

"Because as long as one dares to resist, one might lose their own life."

Du En gave his answer.

He also often encountered such situations; his life was always being threatened, and then he would start to counter-kill.

It was because he could manage the counter-kill and had enough certainty that he appeared to not know when to advance or retreat at certain times.

But not everyone can be like this.

"That is why we have gathered under the command of Lord Ming, willing to make sacrifices to strive for a world where we no longer lose our lives for nothing simply because we insist on being ourselves!"

Fu Yong could not help but pour out his heart at this moment, even though it seemed quite inconsistent with his previous behavior.

Du En muttered silently, and out of respect for the medicinal pills used for cultivation, he did not appear as outspoken as he usually did.

(End of this chapter)