I am grinding experience in another world Chapter 439 - 432: Conscription

Outside the southern gate of Antiquity City, in Chen Mu’s small courtyard, two Moonlight Trees had grown into towering behemoths. The massive canopy covering most of the courtyard was taller than the two-story building, and the palm-sized fiery red leaves rustled in the wind with a swishing sound.

Beside the round table under the trees, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair.

He rested his right elbow on the arm of the rocking chair, raising his forearm so his palm was suspended in midair.

Accompanied by a string of lengthy and complex Curse Commands, black flas suddenly erupted from his entire right hand.

The flas burned silently, yet his palm remained unscathed.

Chen Mu, calm and collected, focused intently on the flas for half an hour.

Then, without warning, those quiet flas began to rage, like the waters of a dam bursting forth, rushing quickly from the palm up his arm.

He quickly sat up, stabbing his right hand to the side, plunging the forearm, which the flas had ignited, into a white jade bucket filled with River of Oblivion Water next to him.

Hiss!

Steam billowed, and the severe pain made Chen Mu’s face twitch. Clenching his teeth, he fixated his gaze on the bucket without blinking.

After a long while, when no more steam appeared, he slowly withdrew his arm. Quick as his reaction was, his entire right forearm was still burned to the point that only so white bone remained.

"That was truly dangerous!" Chen Mu exhaled deeply.

Ninety percent of the Yin Spirit Divine Power inside his body had dissipated abruptly, but his right hand began to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye, fully restored after only a few breaths.

"The Yin Spirit Divine Power won’t recover until tomorrow at the earliest, which delays ti again," he lanted, shaking his head while tossing two Jade Dew Pearls into his mouth, crushing and swallowing them like candy.

Based on the characteristics of Yin Spirits, Chen Mu could use Divine Power to repair damaged limbs, but the consud Divine Power was difficult to recover.

If invoking the Dew Harvesting Spell was akin to doing physical work, where a good al and sleep could restore one’s strength, then the Divine Power spent on regenerating limbs was like cutting one’s own flesh. It pertained more to the essence and only by actively absorbing a large amount of Jade Dew to reinforce the foundation and nurture the origin could the power slowly be restored.

"That’s enough for today," he concluded. Without Yin Spirit Divine Power as a foundation, he dared not recklessly pursue his cultivation.

"It’s a pity that I still can’t break through the half-hour limit."

The Flight of Fla Scripture could summon the blue flas of Yin Spirits to refine one’s Yin Spirit essence. The longer one endured, the more likely Divine Ghost Patterns would erge, while also potentially increasing the upper limit of Yin Spirit Divine Power.

Each ti he cultivated, he pushed the limits of endurance, attempting to extend the duration bit by bit.

If he gave in to fear and ended the refinent prematurely, it would not expand his limits of endurance and the cultivation session would be wasted. Yet, if he got too greedy and extended the duration too much, the flas would erupt imdiately and spread throughout his body.

It was this difficulty in accurately defining the boundaries of cultivation that made the Flight of Fla Scripture dangerous and arduous.

Chen Mu checked his grey wall, glancing at one of the entries.

Flight of Fla Scripture: 5352/10000;

As his experience accumulated, his speed in summoning the blue flas noticeably increased, as did the strength of his control over the flas.

"It’s a pity that the difficulty of this Secret Technique doesn’t lie in fla control."

Even if he mastered it to perfection, manipulating the flas as if they were his own limbs, he still couldn’t accurately control the extre limit of endurance for refinent, which would still cause the flas to erupt violently.

"Indeed, I need to save up for higher-level Secret Techniques for cultivation."

...

In the South City Market, Imperial Goods Pavilion.

"Every ti I co here, it’s so empty. With business like this, can you still afford to eat?" Chen Mu teased rrily.

"We value quality over quantity; the Imperial Goods Pavilion prefers to cater to high-quality custors," Le Yang’an replied cheerfully.

"Hey! With spending at most five Jade Dew Pearls each ti, can I really be considered a high-quality custor?" Chen Mu laughed.

"Brother Chen is certainly a high-quality custor," Le Yang’an said warmly.

Chen Mu chuckled and shook his head.

"Do you need more River of Oblivion Water?" Le Yang’an asked with a slight lift of his eyebrows, "Have you thought about switching Secret Techniques?"

"I’m already saving up," Chen Mu said with a wry smile.

Le Yang’an nodded at his words and took a Jade Gourd off the shelf behind him.

"It’s best to consu more Jade Dew. The more robust your origin, the safer your cultivation will be," he advised.

Chen Mu took the Jade Gourd, agreeing wholeheartedly.

He then curiously turned his attention towards the bustling street outside, "Why is it so lively out there, is there a festival going on?"

He had noticed upon entering the city that the foot traffic was significantly higher than usual, with so shops even having long queues outside their doors.

"Nothing much, it’s just that many people are being conscripted by the northern camp to serve as auxiliary soldiers, and they are buying protective items in preparation for deploynt," Le Yang’an explained.

Are we really going to war?

Chen Mu was startled.

When he first learned that Antiquity City was recruiting Dead Soldiers en masse, he had suspected war was coming. After more than half a year of calm, it seed there was finally movent.

"Who are the enemies?" he inquired.

Le Yang’an shook his head, "It’s unclear. We have to wait for the city lord’s decision, but it’s said to not be in the Netherworld."

Not in the Netherworld?! Chen Mu’s heart skipped a beat.

Could it be the mundane world of the Yang Realm?!

He imdiately thought of the Netherworld Worm he had encountered on Jilong Mountain.

Seemingly guessing Chen Mu’s thoughts, Le Yang’an added, "Although it’s not in the Netherworld, it’s definitely not the Thirteen States of the Yang Realm we were in before."

Chen Mu felt sowhat disappointed and then asked, "What’s this about a mandatory conscription of auxiliary troops?"

"That is the price for seeking shelter in Antiquity City," Le Yang’an said calmly. "All residents of Antiquity City must accept the Conscription Order and serve as auxiliary troops, following the army into battle."

Chen Mu’s expression instantly changed, "But don’t we pay thirty Jade Dew Pearls in rent every month? Why is there still forced conscription?"

"You said it yourself, that’s rent," Le Yang’an shrugged.

Seeing Chen Mu’s face changing like the weather, Le Yang’an chuckled, "You don’t need to worry."

"Antiquity City isn’t unreasonable. Only Yin Spirits who have lived here for over ten years will be conscripted."

"Since you’ve just arrived, you’re not among them."

At these words, Chen Mu instantly felt a surge of relief wash over him.

Why didn’t you say so earlier!

You gave such a scare!

Suddenly, he had a thought and looked at Le Yang’an with so concern, "What about you, Boss Le..."

"Ah, I’m included in this conscription," Le Yang’an replied.

Chen Mu was at a loss for words.

...

In the small courtyard.

Chen Mu lay in the rocking chair.

"According to Boss Le, the war of the Yin Spirits is neither in the Netherworld nor in the Yang Realm, so where exactly does it take place?"

"I’m still too inexperienced to figure it out," Chen Mu shook his head.

"Luckily I’ve only just arrived here. If I were to be conscripted, my life and death would be uncertain."

"And I have at least ten years before I can be forcibly conscripted—by that ti, I may well have already left the Netherworld."

He was privately rejoicing when there suddenly ca a knock at the door.

Chen Mu went to open it and saw two n dressed in black, one tall and the other short.

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"Is this Chen Mu?" asked the short, chubby, fair-faced man, smiling.

"It’s ," Chen Mu nodded.

"Your na has been added to the Conscription Order, and you will soon be dispatched as an auxiliary soldier with the army," the tall, thin man in black said with an icy face.

Chen Mu’s face turned pale on the spot.

...

In a bungalow in the west of Antiquity City.

Niu Sanmiao chewed on the braised at voraciously.

"That bunch must have received their Conscription Orders by now. No matter who that bastard is, they’ve gotten their retribution," he said smugly, sipping his drink.

"Each conscription, there are always those who are too cowardly to die and refuse to enlist, not to ntion those who have had their household registrations secretly switched countless tis."

"Several new Yin Spirits, with no money or connections, can only accept their fate. Haha!"

Niu Sanmiao was delighted, dispelling the gloom that had lingered for many days.

"If they begrudgingly try to sneak out of the city, that would be even better!"

"Under the influence of the Soul Summoning Banner, it doesn’t matter how far they run."

"Once they’re forcibly summoned back, they’re bound to be sent to the Youyan Dead Soldier Camp. That is truly a fate worse than death. Haha!"

Lost in his exuberant thoughts, Niu Sanmiao’s Spirit shook with excitent, and the Divine Ghost Pattern, which had been stagnant for so long, started to quiver faintly!

Overco with excitent, he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

He walked out of the room puzzled and opened the door to see the sa two n in black, one tall, and one short.

"The City Lord commands that all the Yin Soldiers report to the Northern Great Camp imdiately, awaiting deploynt with the army," they said.

Niu Sanmiao’s face imdiately changed, "Sirs, I’m part of the city’s patrol guards, responsible for maintaining order within the city. How could I be required to enlist?"

The short man in black smiled, "You can choose not to go."

"Unless you want to be sent to Youyan Camp!" the tall man in black said coldly.

Niu Sanmiao stiffened in an instant.