Chapter 200: A Clumsy Method (Please Subscribe)

The guards who had been scolded immediately shut their mouths, looking sullen.

They actually wanted to say that they didn't have to go to all the strongholds to recover the magical artifacts; they could just pick a few, concentrate their forces, and they would surely be able to snatch back a portion.

But it was very clear that Meng Changqing did not want to let them go to their deaths in vain again.

What "concentrate forces"? Wouldn't the enemy just surround a point to strike at reinforcements?

As long as they surround Du En, you bunch of guys are just throwing yourselves into the fire one by one!

Even if he and Du En ran out to fight a guerrilla war, attempting to snatch back the magical artifacts, it would be very easy for them to be targeted!

The main issue is that the High Envoy fellow is already very troublesome, with a pile of secret techniques and moves, and who knows if he still has hidden cards; if he happens to have more, then...

"Looking at it this way, there is only one countermeasure left now."

Du En's voice interrupted Meng Changqing's train of thought.

"You still have a countermeasure?"

He was stunned and asked in return.

"Mm, a clumsy method, but I need to ask about the prerequisite situation first."

"Go ahead and ask."

The guards' hope was reignited, and they all looked over one after another.

Du En opened his mouth and asked: "Can your setup here hold out for a few years?"

"If it were before, it definitely couldn't hold out that long; let alone a few years, even half a day would be precarious. However, since that guy is now considered a cripple, as long as we repair while we endure, it should be doable."

"Did you bring any cultivation pills? Or any other usable spiritual items?"

"Hm? There are no cultivation pills; after all, I originally thought about a quick battle, and under these circumstances, the frequency of healing and recovery is clearly far higher than cultivation advancement, so normally there wouldn't be any spare time to cultivate. However, there are still plenty of various spiritual materials and spirit stones, though they aren't suitable for normal cooking. Of course, this problem isn't actually a big deal."

Meng Changqing already understood Du En's idea: to attempt to drag things out to wait for a change, using cultivation breakthroughs to offset the disadvantage in combat power. As long as he could drag it out until he broke through to the Golden Core stage, many problems could be solved easily.

Do you have confidence?

He wanted to ask this, but in the end, he didn't.

Since Du En seemed very confident, then, he would believe him!

And so.

"Let me show you what it means to be an all-rounder!"

Meng Changqing roused his spirits, first sending out a message, then beginning to prepare spiritual cuisine.

Materials not suitable?

Not a big problem!

A so-called all-rounder prodigy is someone who, once they truly want to do something, can always quickly master it, adapt to local conditions, keep pace with the times, and make various reasonable and effective changes.

Anyway, Du En didn't care about taste or anything, so the biggest problem was as good as non-existent!

Watching the cooking here, from the initial fumbling of a beginner, it jumped in the blink of an eye to being proficient, then immediately to having some small achievements, and quickly arrived at mastery, which couldn't help but make people have the illusion that he was actually an experienced veteran, and that it was absolutely not his first time doing this.

However, the guards were not surprised, and after they also understood, they tacitly stepped forward to help, with various utensils and materials being quickly handled as instructed one by one.

Very soon, a freshly cooked, strange, and messy stew was placed in front of Du En.

Watching this process, he actually gained quite a bit.

Although he still had to grind and practice bit by bit later on, he also learned how many materials that were originally inedible could become edible after being processed.

For example, this plate of strange, messy stew in front of him—regardless of its appearance or taste, it was not what normal spiritual cuisine should look like, but it was a type of edible spiritual cuisine.

The taste went without saying; it was disgusting and strange, like gnawing on stones or chewing firewood.

However, Du En just ate it silently, the whole process calm and without ripples.

Seeing this, the guards all revealed looks of awe.

Truly an extraordinary person, capable of doing extraordinary things!

Meng Changqing also wanted to say something, but his expression suddenly changed as he sensed signs of the High Envoy and his group approaching. He immediately said: "Hurry up and get skilled at this, ensure the supply, and don't let it run out."

"Yes!"

The guards knew the urgency and did not show the slightest slack.

While the cooking and cultivation went on here, Meng Changqing turned around to face the incoming enemies.

Shifting the perspective to the High Envoy's side.

After deciding to pursue, not long after, he was already convinced that Meng Changqing's side had either prepared to admit defeat or was about to put up a final desperate struggle.

Because he had not discovered any signs of personnel dispersing, which proved they had not moved to the various exposed strongholds.

He did not feel surprised, just moved forward silently.

Fu Yong, on the other hand, had a fluctuating expression; he lowered his head slightly, looking at the various architectural ruins rushing past beneath him. Although he held some expectations in his heart, he vaguely felt only unease.

Very soon, a cluster of buildings in the distance came into their view.

This place was close to the outer perimeter of the ruins. In the ancient past, it should have been a gathering place for guests or peripheral personnel, so the buildings appeared dense without much extra decoration, just house after house. By now, naturally, they were dilapidated and collapsed, almost becoming ruins.

As soon as the High Envoy arrived, he struck out with a palm through the air.

With a "Boom—", the air rippled, and light suddenly became prominent.

Layers upon layers of light barriers, like pieces of hard prisms, were stacked here, presenting a cylindrical shape, reaching up to the mud and stone of the ruin space's dome and seeping down into the deep earth.

Encircled in the center was precisely an open space that had long been cleared out by Meng Changqing.

The High Envoy scanned the area, seeing thirty-six hidden traps and seventy-two defensive measures among the ordinary rubble piles surrounding this open space. Overall, it could be called impregnable; even in his own previous prime, it would have taken him half a day to break through it.

Then, his gaze naturally settled on Du En, who was silently cultivating, and the remaining guards in front of him who were dragging their injuries, stumbling, and disregarding losses to carry out this different kind of cooking.

Seeing these circumstances, what they wanted to do was clear at a glance!

Consequently, Fu Yong's expression changed, his body shook, and he looked very dazed; his open mouth seemed to want to say something.

However, Meng Changqing did not pay attention to him now, just staring tightly at the High Envoy, having already begun to cast spells to stabilize and connect the many defensive measures here, just waiting to repair while enduring what was to come.

The High Envoy did not hesitate either, immediately unleashing various methods.

Both sides quickly entered a seesaw stalemate.

And along the way, a conversation as casual as small talk unfolded.

"At this point, do you still intend to put up a desperate struggle?"

"Heh, that's right, let's keep trying; anyway, if it really doesn't work out, I can still concede."

"So you're certain I won't cut weeds and dig up roots?"

"Will you?"

"I truly won't, as long as you can guarantee that this scuffle won't implicate or affect our other subsequent collaborations, and that later on, you must help me once."

"You're really quite confident, hmm, could it be that Third Senior Sister is helping you precisely because of this?"

"You can take a guess."

"I don't need to guess."

"What do you think?"

"That's fine, as long as you are willing to let us go when the time comes."

Having spoken up to this point, the Emissary glanced at Du En, appearing to pause for a moment.

However, in the end, they still nodded, indicating it was acceptable.

(End of this chapter)