Chapter 58: The Old Bread Elder from the East (Urgent Call for a Reread!!!)

How could Qimis possibly accept a medicine of unknown origin?

But after seeing the envoy say nothing, raise his hand and give himself a slash, he was frightened and quickly changed his words.

"You… I can see your sincerity with the naked eye; why would you need to go so far!?"

"The adult's medicine is ten thousand times more powerful than you imagine!"

You can't catch a wolf if you can't part with the child!

Ji Ming endured the pain, performed a magic trick his college roommate taught him, and swapped the second‑generation for a third‑generation, applying it.

The wound quickly stopped bleeding and, visibly, began to scab.

Whimper, it still hurts a lot.

The envoy, with a solemn expression, straightened his arm to display something and announced loudly.

"This is the adult's blessing."

Qimis was then completely speechless and could only let his companions accept the envoy's medicine.

These beasts can survive in the dungeon, so their constitutions are naturally stronger than Ji Ming's.

Even if the medicine is one grade lower, the effect is still not far off.

Is it really that powerful?

Watching the wound on his forearm heal rapidly, Qimis was stunned speechless by the divine medicine's effect.

And in the end, with the other party's lenient hand, he couldn't find any words to refuse.

"Alright, I believe your friendliness remains constant…"

"Rest assured on that point; as an envoy, I am here to help the adult connect with friends."

Under the curious and admiring gazes of a group of dogfolk, Ji Ming followed them northward.

After passing through a series of collapsed debris, he finally saw a cluster of stone‑built structures in an especially vast space.

"Please wait a moment."

Ji Ming waited at the village entrance for a moment, then saw a…

Huh?

A brownish‑tan, yellow‑furred dog whose coat was dyed like an old loaf of bread hurriedly ran out of the village.

"By your appearance, you are an honored guest from home!"

The elder, though appearing quite aged, was still very enthusiastic and promptly invited Ji Ming into his house.

Sitting down for a detailed chat, Ji Ming learned that Elder Da Huang also came from the distant east.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, both sides returned the conversation to the main topic.

"The adult you mentioned, really became the owner of the battleship?"

"If the old gentleman doesn't believe, just send someone to take a look."

"I believe; why would I have any reason not to?"

Old Yellow Dog laughed heartily, his eyes indistinct in the folds.

He clapped his hands, and a few dogfolk with small dog heads—perhaps village maidens—carried trays and entered.

Soon, various mushrooms, coarse grains, wild fruits, and meat were laid out on a table.

First, they poured Ji Ming a cup of sour fruit wine, and the elder then spoke again.

"Our dogfolk village has lived here for generations. We have never had conflicts with others."

"Except for the nearby dog‑headed folk and various incomprehensible monsters, we are friendly to everyone."

"As you can see, we warmly welcome guests."

"We just don't know what brings a guest here, though."

It arrived.

Ji Ming didn't rush to answer, but calmly ate the food first.

—Anyway, with the system, just look at the panel to see if it's poisonous and that's it.

"The nations' undercurrents surge, Yangyue World is as precarious as a pile of eggs, only sufficient strength can ensure self‑preservation."

Under Da Huang's surprised gaze, he started with a trump card.

"This dungeon has been chaotic for a long time; it also needs peace and stability."

"Our adult intends to start with the revival of the battleship, gradually restoring peace and order here."

Is it to unify this place as a garrison fortress?

Unlike most of the dogs here who have never left the dungeon, Da Huang truly is an old dog who has seen the world.

If any envoy can have such astonishing combat power and be so profound, then the adult behind him is probably as close to the description as eight or nine out of ten.

"Really? That's great, that's wonderful!"

The wrinkles on his face gradually relaxed, and he smiled as if his vigor had been revived.

"We just don't know what we need to do."

"You don't need to do anything."

The envoy, however, shook his head.

"In a few days, we will send some Pioneers here."

"If you need anything, whatever it is, feel free to command us."

The elder's white eyebrows twitched, and a few doubts surfaced in his mind.

No way, have I been underground too long?

Are there still idiots in this world who work for free for others?

He opened his mouth, but in the end swallowed the words.

Ji Ming naturally understood the elder's worry and soothed him with a sentence.

"Old sir, whether you believe it or not doesn't matter now; when the time comes, you'll naturally see our sincerity."

"Good, good, good, since that's the case, I can relax; come, please eat! Please eat!"

Having clarified the matter, both sides began to eat.

During the meal, the elder laughed and spoke, still trying to probe Ji Ming's words.

"An elder is an elder; before the formal start, his name must be concealed, otherwise it will invite disaster."

"Me? I'm just a messenger, a lowly soldier not worth mentioning."

"The magic warship from antiquity is indeed miraculous; when you go see it one day, you'll know."

But all of them were blocked by Ji Ming using the simplified 24-form Tai Chi, leaving none unblocked.

On the contrary, Ji Ming took the opportunity while pouring wine to suddenly ask a question.

"Speaking of which, do you know if there's an ancient battlefield nearby?"

"Ah, it's not anything else; just following the elder's orders, I still need to collect corpses for them."

The slightly drunk Big Yellow pointed westward without thinking.

"Yes, go west and there's a rock wall that was directly blown open."

"There are many bones there, and even a giant with wings!"

"A giant with long wings?"

Ji Ming remained expressionless, slowly ending the meal.

"Thank you for the hospitality; we'll meet again another day."

The messenger turned and vanished into the darkness without looking back.

After a long while, with a sigh, the elder supported by the Corgi girl straightened his body.

"We can consider ourselves lucky, having gotten through this matter decently..."

He smacked his lips; there was no trace of drunkenness left on his old face, only continual relief and sighing.

"I knew this old dog was pretending... Why do I keep running into troublesome ghosts lately!"

After hiding behind a rock, Ji Ming withdrew his gaze and suddenly felt that everyone in the Iron Chain Squad was adorable.

As long as he casually talks, he can shape himself into a worldly saint.

Unlike this bunch of bastards, even with their acting fully on, flaws can still appear.

He snorted coldly and headed toward the ancient battlefield.

With a map for reference and teleportation as a trump card, Ji Ming wasn't afraid of any ambush in the dungeon.

But he clearly understood that these cheats ultimately have limits; once outside the dungeon and the clinic, they would fail.

To avoid developing a bad habit of relying on cheats in emergencies, he still, as usual, placed a breath-holding talisman on his face, ready to activate at any moment.

Passing through a corridor broken in many places, he turned a corner only to find the space ahead suddenly opening up.

He slowly raised his head until he was almost about to fall over.

It was indeed a blown-open rock wall, but...

What was used to blow it up?

100,000 tons of TNT?

200,000 tons of C4?

I think it might not be a small nuclear bomb!

The entire underground mountain was blasted into a near-spherical vast space, everything pulverized into dust.

The few remaining bones were merely scattered fragments, almost like ash, with no trace of reconstructability.

Yet in such an apocalyptic scene, he saw, at the very center of the pit, a tall figure half-kneeling.