Before going to the battlefield, it is necessary to have sufficient supplements. I am afraid that the fasting pills are not enough. Sufficient medicine and sufficient food are also needed.
When Fang Mushan came back and went down to the cave, he looked around in surprise.
"Are you going to stay here?"
Li Haomiao said helplessly: "He is addicted to mining. He digs fast and deep. I thought it was a mountain-diving beast."
He pulled a face and raised his head down the cave.
"Look, he is planning to dig out a house in it. Maybe there will be a side house by now."
"Don't listen to his nonsense."
Xu Yunfan walked out of the cave, his muscles trembling slightly, and the soil on his body was immediately shaken away.
"I'm practicing martial arts. Martial arts training requires strength, and strength training requires physical conditioning. The skills I cultivate naturally require physical practice."
Fang Mushan nodded in approval. "Martial arts training is like rowing against the current. To advance, you must practice diligently every day.
Take, for example, Prince Li Haomiao of Yan, hailed as Yujing's foremost martial arts prodigy. Every day he spends socializing with friends or admiring flowers, birds, and fish, wasting his talent."
Xu Yunfan coughed dryly and glanced at Li Haomiao, whose eyes twitched and who remained silent. He, too, felt exhausted, reaching his limit, so he decided to rest.
He scooted over to Li Haomiao's side and nudged him with his elbow.
"It seems the Prince of Yan is quite adept at maneuvering."
Li Haomiao remained silent. Fang Mushan said, "That's true. Rumors in the palace say he wants to become crown prince."
Fang Mushan lifted a rabbit in his hand.
"Aside from plateau sheep, it's very difficult to hunt prey in this 800-mile barren mountain glacier. I've put a lot of effort into finding this. If I hadn't learned hunting from the hunters at home, I'd probably have returned empty-handed."
Hunting?!
Xu Yunfan's heart trembled. Looking at Fang Mushan, who was preparing a rabbit, he asked,
"Can you teach me how to hunt? That way, I can also go hunting for prey and have a better chance of getting food."
Fang Mushan pondered for a moment. Hunting skills weren't something precious; many experienced hunters knew them.
He nodded in agreement.
Over the next few days, whenever the three of them arrived at a place, Xu Yunfan would enthusiastically dig a tunnel.
The daily proficiency indicators that filled his screen kept him excited, especially as his proficiency increased, whether it was the Bronze Body Technique or mining, he became increasingly proficient.
"Name: Xu Yunfan.
Skills: Mining 779/1000 (Minor Success)
Special Effects: Cold and heat resistance, steady hands, sharp eyes and meticulous mind, digging like mud.
Bronze Body 668/1000 (Minor Success)
Special Effects: Vigorous Qi and blood, strength flowing throughout the body, leather-like skin, muscles bulging and ridged.
Fleeting Legs 368/500 (Beginner's Level)
Special Effects: Swift steps, agile movements, leaving footprints on the ground, and immense endurance.
Hunting (Beginner's Level)
Lin Zi Jue (Beginner's Level)"
Xu Yunfan was delighted when he saw his proficiency on the attribute panel. At this rate of practice, perhaps it wouldn't take ten days or half a month, only two or three days, to reach full mastery in Bronze Body.
When that happened, he was eager to clash with Yang Gan, who had achieved full mastery in horizontal training.
Ningguta, the direction Xu Yunfan had fled. Yang Gan half-crouched, observing the chaotic trail of footprints on the ground. His massive frame was punctured with four or five wounds, large and small.
Blood had stained his clothes, discoloring them. It was unclear whether it was his own or the blood of the men in black.
By this time, the entirety of Ningguta had fallen completely still.
The ground was littered with the bodies of overseers, soldiers, men in black, and miners. In the center of the Ningguta Depression, Lian Yuanzhang lay dead.
His massive body, as massive as a mountain, was pinned to the ground by the Panlong spear. A large hole had been torn through his armor, the spear shaft piercing his chest, the tip buried in the earth.
The blood from his headless neck had long ceased to flow, leaving only a thick, black pool that stained the ground beneath him a dark brown-red.
His arms drooped limply at his sides, his fingers slightly bent, evidently struggling in his final moments.
His legs remained in a kneeling position, unable to move an inch.
A chill wind blew, carrying a hint of blood. A sickening silence surrounded the corpse, as if time had stood still. Only the fluttering sleeves of clothing spoke of the brutal battle that had just taken place.
Yang Gan glanced back, not daring to meet Zhang Shuyang's gaze, pale as a cadaver, his armor stained with blood, his gaze still fierce.
"General Zhang, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan fled from this direction."
Zhang Shuyang heard this, turning his head to look at a young woman standing nearby beside Lian Yuanzhang's corpse.
The girl was dressed in a light white gown, the gauze as soft as mist, as if it would dissipate with the wind at any moment.
Her bare feet, her jade-white toes lightly tapped the blood-stained mud, unstained by a speck of dust. Through the thin, almost imperceptible veil, her graceful figure was vaguely visible,
but there was no allure in her, instead, a certain mystery and inviolability. Her face was absolutely beautiful, devoid of any color, her lips pale, her eyes cold as stars.
She stood there quietly, a cold, aloof air that kept anyone at arm's length. The air around her seemed to freeze with her presence, making anyone afraid to approach, their hearts shivering.
A terrifying woman.
She had just dispatched Lian Yuanzhang with a single blow, a master on the verge of entering the Flesh Training Realm beheaded with such ease. Her strength was unimaginable.
The visitor from Tian Ce Mansion, Li Miaoyun, is rumored to be a member of a secret organization under the Empress's command.
Zhang Shuyang's mind raced, and he quickly averted his gaze, not daring to dwell on it. He lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together.
"Sir Li, the Prince of Yan is disabled and was carried in this direction by a former Jiang family servant."
Whether to pursue or wait was no longer Zhang Shuyang's decision; it depended on the woman, who looked like a young girl, to speak.
After a moment, Li Miaoyun's gaze shifted from Lian Yuanzhang's body and turned to glance at Zhang Shuyang.
Zhang Shuyang, caught in that gaze, felt a chill in his heart, his heart pounding wildly. He quickly lowered his head.
"Find him. He's the only remaining descendant of the late emperor. Your Majesty needs him."
The cold, otherworldly voice reached Zhang Shuyang's ears, shocking him. He quickly responded.
"Yes!"
When he looked up, Li Miaoyun had vanished like a ghost.
Zhang Shuyang was silent for a moment, his expression complex. Of the royal bloodline, only Li Haomiao remained...
After a long time, he touched his aching chest and slowly adjusted it. He had just been hit by Lian Yuanzhang's desperate blow, which caused him to suffer a lot of injuries.
If Li Miaoyun hadn't taken action, he would probably be the one lying on the battlefield.
Moreover, his own people suffered heavy losses. There were too many people gathered in Ningguta, involving many forces, and many mysterious masters.
If Li Miaoyun hadn't been scared away, the whole army would probably be wiped out.
He turned around and looked at Yang Gan.
"Since you said you know the art of tracking, I will promise you thirty elite soldiers. If you bring the King of Yan back, I will record your merit."
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