Chapter 134: Sending Gifts

After the soldiers were dismissed, Meng Yifan called Meng Dayong, Meng Qingshan, Meng Qinghe, and Meng Qingyu into the Luolong County government office.

These four people were all dead loyal subjects of Meng Yifan and were the people he trusted the most; Meng Yifan prepared to raise the cultivation level for all of them.

However, the Experience Value stored on Meng Yifan's Game Panel was only a little over one thousand; if he were to raise the cultivation level of Meng Dayong and the other three by one level each, these Experience Values would not be enough. After thinking for a moment, he decided to first raise the cultivation levels for Meng Qingshan, Meng Qinghe, and Meng Qingyu.

On the Game Panel, Meng Dayong's loyalty was one hundred points, and he trusted Meng Yifan unconditionally. Logically speaking, Meng Yifan should have prioritized raising Meng Dayong's cultivation level, but the cultivation method Meng Dayong practiced was still the Hunyuan Strength. He was currently a Second Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist; if he wanted to raise his cultivation level by one level, it would only require three hundred-plus Experience Values.

However, the Hunyuan Strength was only a Yellow-grade Lower-tier Technique. The True Qi refined by practicing this technique was limited, its power was not great, and the improvement to physical fitness was also unsatisfactory. If he kept practicing this technique, Meng Dayong could at most reach the level of a Second-grade High-tier Martial Artist.

Meng Yifan prepared to let Meng Dayong switch to a higher-level technique. The Hunyuan Strength technique was a Yellow-grade Upper-tier Technique and was one option, but Meng Yifan still wanted to go to Wanxiang Tower to buy a more advanced technique. If he could buy an Earth-grade technique, or even a Mysterious Grade or Heaven-grade cultivation method, then he would directly practice a more advanced technique to avoid having to change techniques again in the future.

Meng Yifan told Meng Dayong about his thoughts. Meng Dayong understood his son's approach very well and also agreed to raise the cultivation levels for Meng Qingshan and the other two first.

Meng Qingshan and the other two were now all First Grade Lower Tier Martial Artists, and they all practiced the Hunyuan Strength. To raise each of their cultivation levels by one level required over three hundred and forty Experience Values; for three people, it would require over one thousand two hundred Experience Values. Meng Yifan's remaining Experience Values were barely enough.

"Qingshan, take this Great Replenishment Pill, and I will help you raise your cultivation level by one level," Meng Yifan said with a smile.

After Meng Qingshan took the Great Replenishment Pill, he swallowed it in one gulp, then sat cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky and began to circulate the Hunyuan Strength technique. Meng Yifan sat behind him, pretending to help him refine the medicinal power of the Great Replenishment Pill, while actually secretly using the Game Panel to directly add Experience Value to him.

One minute later, Meng Qingshan's cultivation level became that of a First Grade Intermediate Martial Artist. Feeling the surging True Qi within his meridians, Meng Qingshan said excitedly, "Brother Meng, my cultivation level has really improved. This Great Replenishment Pill is truly incredible."

"Haha, go outside and get familiar with your cultivation level; I will continue to raise the cultivation levels for Qinghe and Qingyu," Meng Yifan said with a smile.

Meng Qingshan went to the courtyard outside, mobilized his True Qi, lifted his legs, and threw punches, letting his body adapt to the surging True Qi, while Meng Yifan did the same to raise the cultivation levels of Meng Qinghe and Meng Qingyu by one level.

The sky was not early; after successive bloody battles, everyone was a bit exhausted. Meng Yifan and his father returned to their rooms and went to sleep early. They prepared to go to Wanxiang Tower to buy techniques tomorrow.

Meng Qingshan and the other two also practiced their techniques for a while before returning to their respective rooms to rest.

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The Thousand-man Unit of the Divine Machine Battalion had been completely wiped out; this news had already spread throughout the entire city. Some were happy, and some were sad.

Inside the underground cave of Luolong County, the leaders of the Three Great Gangs gathered together. The atmosphere in the hall was very oppressive, and the three gang leaders were all frowning.

They already knew that Meng Yifan had led the new recruits who had been trained for five days and wiped out the Thousand-man Unit of the Divine Machine Battalion.

"This shouldn't be. I've seen the Divine Machine Battalion wipe out the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold before; their firepower was very fierce, and their combat effectiveness was very strong. How is it that now that they've come to Luolong County to suppress the rebellion, they fought so cowardly? I heard that only fifty or so of Meng Yifan's group of rebels died, and the Thousand-man Unit of the Divine Machine Battalion was completely annihilated," said Liu Sheng, the leader of the Axe Gang, in confusion.

Jiang Tian, the leader of the Crocodile Gang, cursed loudly, "What kind of damn elite are they? How could they not even beat a bunch of greenhorns? What kind of damn battle is this? I feel embarrassed for them."

Long Guxing, the leader of the Wuyou Gang, did not say a word and frowned tightly. Their original plan was to wait for Meng Yifan's group of rebels and the Thousand-man Unit of the Divine Machine Battalion to both suffer, so that their Three Great Gangs could reap the benefits and continue to control Luolong County.

But now the Thousand-man Unit of the Divine Machine Battalion had been completely wiped out, while that group of rebels had only lost fifty or sixty people, which made things very difficult.

"Long Laoda, what do you think we should do about Meng Yifan's group of rebels in the future?" Liu Sheng asked.

Long Guxing said, "Meng Yifan's group of people is very powerful. Opposing them is not a wise move."

"How about this: our Three Great Gangs will each prepare a generous gift and send it to them to see if Meng Yifan can coexist peacefully with us. If he is a person who knows the current affairs, we will let him be the County Magistrate of Luolong County. If he insists on opposing us, we will let him know who really calls the shots in this Luolong County."

Jiang Tian said, "Meng Yifan's group of rebels wiped out the Thousand-man Unit of the Divine Machine Battalion; the Prefect of Dongchuan Prefecture will certainly not spare him. If he is a smart person, he will know that he absolutely cannot make an enemy of us at this time."

Liu Sheng had a fiery temper and did not want to endure it any longer. He said, "Long Laoda, Jiang Laoda, we are big shots in the world of martial arts, yet we have to send gifts to an upstart. Just thinking about it makes me lose face. Why don't our Three Great Gangs go directly to war with that group of rebels and teach that arrogant kid that one must know how to respect their elders in the world of martial arts?"

"Brother Liu, calm down. Meng Yifan is not one of us. Let him be arrogant for a few days; the Prefect of Dongchuan Prefecture will deal with him. We don't need to lose our soldiers and generals for this," Long Guxing said.

Seeing that Long Guxing and Jiang Tian both disagreed with starting a fight directly, Liu Sheng, being unable to stand alone, stopped insisting and decided to send a generous gift first to see how things went.

The next day, as soon as the sky brightened, Meng Yifan took Meng Dayong and headed toward Wanxiang Tower.

There were more than twenty thousand residents living in Luolong County. Meng Yifan had led people to kill officials and rebel; these residents were very terrified and uneasy at first, but later they found that Meng Yifan and the others did not disturb the people and everything remained the same, which made the residents in the city settle down.

The shops on both sides of the street continued to open for business, and the residents in the city went about their business and work as usual. In any case, life had to go on.

At dawn, the street vendors selling snacks on both sides of the road had already started their business. Meng Yifan and his father ate some wontons on the side of the road.

The owner of this stall was an old man with gray hair. The old man was responsible for wrapping and boiling the wontons, while his little granddaughter was responsible for serving the finished wontons to the customers.

The old man's craftsmanship was good; the wontons he made were fresh and delicious, with thin skins and plenty of meat. Both Meng Yifan and Meng Dayong were very satisfied with the meal.