Chapter 200: Confinement

Lockdown is a punitive measure the camp uses for personnel who err.

During confinement, visiting, entertainment, cultivation, and sleeping are all prohibited.

The confinement room is about ten square meters, with no wind, no light, no bed, only a pitch‑black ceiling and icy walls and floor.

Zhang Xingyu sits in the center of the confinement room and reaches for a black stone.

The stone comes from the demon marshal's deputy.

The demon marshal's deputy is a soft‑hearted fellow. After being captured by Zhang Xingyu, he obediently produced all the items on his person.

Besides two magic scrolls, the most abundant thing he carries is this kind of demon stone that radiates demonic aura.

According to him, demon stones are the universal currency of Moyu. Based on the concentration of demonic aura they contain, they are divided into high, medium, and low grades.

His magic bag is huge, and it holds a considerable number of demon stones.

He says these stones are the rations for their demon army, totaling thirteen million medium‑grade demon stones.

He reports that their demon army has been ordered to attack the new‑recruit camp in southern Zhanzhou.

The demon marshal's deputy only begged for his life, but Zhang Xingyu could not grant his wish.

In a flash of fire dragon, he was sent to the demon realm to meet the Demon God.

Besides the demon god's deputy's magic bag, Zhang Xingyu also collected several others.

However, the items inside those other bags are scant.

Zhang Xingyu casually stuffs the items into a storage ring.

When he returns to the Sa Ha military city, he sends a communication jade slip to the administrative camp in the north of the city.

The jade slip contains the demon marshal's deputy's account of the demon army's details.

He believes that those bigwigs who receive the jade slip will become alert.

Zhang Xingyu puts the demon stones back into the storage ring.

Since cultivation is prohibited, these demon stones obviously cannot be used.

Otherwise, being mistaken for a demon traitor would be disastrous.

Zhang Xingyu keeps his eyes open, but his consciousness has already returned to the Divine Court.

In the Divine Court, a broad lake shimmers with golden ripples.

Above the lake, a golden little figure is sweating profusely.

It seems that in Mingsha Mountain, his harvest was indeed substantial.

That lake of divine liquid must contain tens of millions of divine essences.

With these divine essences, the artifact in his hand can be used at will.

Just as he thinks that, the system black diamond suddenly manifests.

"Ding‑dong, I say host, can you have a bit more ambition? With that amount of divine essence, you're still short of the cost to activate a great divine skill."

"A great divine skill is far beyond me. The current mission is to ensure the artifact's use."

Ignoring the system's nagging, Zhang Xingyu's consciousness exits the Divine Court.

He cannot cultivate, nor can he sleep.

These ten days will be hard to endure.

He stands up and gently leans against the wall.

The wall is uneven, and it seems to have sentences carved into it.

"I'm going crazy!"

"Damn it, how many days are left!"

"Instructor, I won't dare any more, please let me out!"

Damn bear, it looks like this confinement room really isn't meant for a human.

If you lock someone up for ten boring days, they'll probably go mad when released.

No, absolutely not.

Zhang Xingyu scratches his ear and rubs his cheek, thinking continuously.

Hold on, even the strongest shield can meet a sharp spear.

Even the most perfect rule may have loopholes.

We're not in a hurry; let's sort it out.

The no‑visiting rule seems airtight.

Not to mention we have no friends in this recruit camp; even if we did, the guards outside probably wouldn't let them in.

Rule two: no entertainment.

Entertainment! Singing and dancing. No need to dance, singing is fine. We can sing in our mind, silently. As for the rest, better not play, we can't just play with ourselves.

Rule three: no cultivation.

No cultivation, no cultivation. Wait, we don't practice openly, we can practice covertly. We don't cultivate Daoist methods, we can cultivate sword technique.

Last time while practicing the second move of the Exterminating Immortal Sword Technique, I seemed to see a chain.

Ah!

Bad!

Before the word "bad" could leave his mouth, Zhang Xingyu went "thud" and fell to the ground.

His spirit is trapped again, his whole body loses sensation.

What a perverted sword technique!

After a while, Zhang Xingyu regains consciousness.

His complexion is pale, his eyelids heavy, his whole body weak.

This cultivation method of self-destructing one's divine soul is indeed extremely perverse.

Fortunately, this time after self-destructing, he again saw a mysterious chain.

Ten days later.

Outside the confinement room.

The muscle instructor stood before the guard and shouted, 'How is the kid inside?'

The guard replied: 'After observation, that kid faints several times a day. Perhaps his mental fortitude is lacking, or he is physically ill.'

The muscle instructor nodded, reached out, and pushed open the iron door.

Inside the confinement room, Zhang Xingyu gazed at his nose, his nose at his heart, and his heart at his toes.

Through ten days of arduous cultivation, consuming half a lake of divine liquid, he found a total of one hundred and eight mysterious chains.

These one hundred and eight mysterious chains were arranged in order, forming a mysterious grand formation.

Zhang Xingyu estimated that this grand formation had the function of trapping a person's divine soul.

Zhang Xingyu guessed that if he deployed this grand formation, it could likely trap a Golden Core cultivator to death.

The muscle instructor stared at the dazed Zhang Xingyu.

This guy, he couldn't have turned into an idiot, could he?

Let him become an idiot; it's better than sending him to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, if one person flees, it could possibly reduce the army's morale to rock bottom.

He waved his hand, signaling the guard to drag Zhang Xingyu out.

As the guard's hand touched Zhang Xingyu, Zhang Xingyu suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He clapped his hands and shouted loudly: 'You must definitely try it once you're out!'

"Zhang Xingyu, ten days have passed, it's time to go out!"

The guard shouted at Zhang Xingyu.

Zhang Xingyu nodded, raised his chin, and loudly said to the muscle instructor: 'Hello, instructor! Are you here to pick me up?'

Pick up your big-headed ghost!

The muscle instructor glared fiercely at Zhang Xingyu, then turned and walked out of the confinement room's door.

As for this Zhang Xingyu, the muscle instructor's favorability had dropped to zero, while his annoyance had risen to a hundred.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head and walked out step by step.

Outside the confinement room, the sunshine was bright.

Beautiful days were awaiting him.

Returning to the dormitory, his roommates, the new recruits, were not there.

No way? Did he go out for another drill?

Probably not. The muscle instructor is still at the camp.

Too lazy to think further, Zhang Xingyu laid down and fell asleep.

In his dream, he was in the Maldives.

Sunlight, sand, waves.

Bikinis, barbecue, cocktails.

The beautiful days were going on without end.

He held two glasses of fine wine, a rose between his lips, smiling as he walked toward a slender, lovely beauty.

"Meeting is fate. Beauty, this rose matches you well—I give it to you."

"Thank you, handsome."

"Beauty, you're truly lovely; shall we have a drink together?"

"Beep beep beep!"

A sharp whistle pierced his beautiful dream.

Zhang Xingyu pulled up his pants, put on his armor, and rushed out of the room.

A new day had already begun.

A one-hundred-kilometer drill was awaiting him.