Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1396 - 674:

The person exudes a strong yang energy, but the soul hasn’t undergone long-term assimilation by the underground array of Ancient Locust Village.

Earlier, in the dream, a strand of the main soul was incinerated by that dominating True Sun Fire. Forcibly swallowing such a soul with agitated impurities now would not only fail to replenish the body but would exacerbate the wounds to the Divine Soul.

"First imprison him, and feed him daily with the village’s cold well water."

Jiang Chen shifted his gaze and instructed in a deep voice:

"Once his muddled aura has dissipated cleanly, I will come to feast."

"Yes, your subordinate understands."

Supervisor Wu bowed his head and accepted the order.

Jiang Chen twisted his neck and looked at Supervisor Wu and Qian Dongming:

"What’s the situation in the outside world?"

Supervisor Wu quickly bowed and reported:

"Reporting to the king, Chairman Qian’s biological medical company is transferring funds according to the original plan, preparing to establish a blood bank. Once successfully completed, it can continuously deliver a large supply of blood to help you rejuvenate your body."

"As for the Special Search Team, they had been searching for your traces all over the East Capital, but haven’t found any clues yet."

He briefly reported on the recent operational status of the organization and the movements of the Special Search Team.

After listening, Jiang Chen nodded and then said:

"My Divine Soul has not returned to its peak state and requires several more months of slumber to fully integrate with the flesh. From this day forth, block all roads leading up the mountain. Cease recruiting village guards, and move all operations into dormancy."

Upon hearing "slumber for several months," Qian Dongming suddenly raised his upper body.

He coughed violently, his murky eyes filled with panic and urgency:

"King! My illness cannot wait for several months! The cancer cells have spread throughout my body... I beg you to grant me immortality now!"

At these words, Jiang Chen’s green glimmer in his eyes suddenly constricted.

The surrounding air pressure suddenly increased.

Qian Dongming felt as though his chest was hit by a massive iron hammer, and he fell directly to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Jiang Chen coldly looked down on him and said indifferently:

"Considering your years of delivering blood supplies and maintaining the operation of the organization commendably, I will temporarily forgive your offense, but do not repeat it."

Qian Dongming felt a sense of pardon, disregarding the blood stains on his jaw, and hurriedly smashed his forehead on the cold blue stone slab, making a banging sound:

"Thank you, King, for your grace! This subordinate is guilty; I was blinded by pain, and I dare not again!"

Jiang Chen looked down at this pleading ant, with a disdainful curve pulling across his shriveled lips.

The four flamboyant bone spurs on his back slowed their rhythm, slowly retracting back alongside his spine.

After a moment, his expression slightly relaxed.

"If you truly cannot wait, I can grant you a drop of Corpse Ancestor True Blood now, but..."

Jiang Chen changed his tone with a hint of cruelty:

"My Divine Soul is currently damaged and cannot protect your intellect. Once the True Blood enters your body, you are very likely to become a mindless, low-level zombie only craving raw flesh. Which do you choose?"

Qian Dongming shuddered, his gaze sweeping over the dozen dried villager cadavers nearby.

He swallowed hard a mouthful of blood-stained saliva and slammed his head against the frosted stone slab:

"I’ll wait... I’ll wait for Wang Chenggong to emerge!"

Jiang Chen nodded slightly and no longer paid him attention, extending his right hand to Supervisor Wu:

"Bring paper and pen."

Supervisor Wu did not dare to neglect and immediately walked quickly to the side room of the shrine.

Half a minute later, he brought a stack of yellowed rice paper and a charcoal pen,

Jiang Chen did not take them, instead extending a sharp fingernail to touch Supervisor Wu’s forehead.

A wisp of black energy drilled from the fingertip into his brain.

"Draw according to the imagery I pass to you."

Supervisor Wu trembled, his previously dull eyes lit up, showing a touch of eerie green light.

He laid the rice paper flat on the stone slab next to the well, then grasped the charcoal pen, quickly sketching on the paper.

The "rustle" sound of the charcoal pen scraping across the paper was exceptionally clear inside the silent shrine.

Xu Hao stretched his neck, looking towards the well.

Supervisor Wu seemed to have learned to draw, moving quickly, wrist bouncing and sketching.

Lines of charcoal in varying thicknesses crisscrossed the paper.

With just a few strokes, the outline was accurately sketched, and with a gentle rub of the finger, the three-dimensional contrast of light and shadow instantly took shape.

A few minutes later, a lifelike portrait appeared on the paper.

In the drawing was a young man with neat short hair, well-defined features, deep-set eyes, and a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth.

The most expressive were his jet-black eyes, faintly exuding a restrained yet intensely oppressive killing intent.

Xu Hao peeked at that face, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his eyes widened in shock.

Jiang Chen also stared intently at the portrait, the bone spurs on his back restlessly contracting and extending, revealing his inner anxiety and hatred.

"You must use every means to find out his background and address. Remember, do not alert him. When I wake up, I want to know everything about him."

"Yes, the subordinate will use the external company’s network to investigate thoroughly."

Supervisor Wu picked up the portrait and replied respectfully.

"Hehe."

Suddenly, a cold laugh resounded abruptly from the side.

Jiang Chen, Supervisor Wu, and Qian Dongming simultaneously turned their heads to look at Xu Hao, who was tied to a wooden post.

This guy now had a nonchalant expression, no longer as timid or fearful as before, as if he had become a different person.

"You little brat, you’re on the brink of death, what’s so funny? Is it really that funny?"

Qian Dongming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pointed his cane at Xu Hao, furiously scolding him, seemingly venting the disappointment he felt earlier on him.

Xu Hao restrained his laughter, raised his eyebrows to meet the gaze of the three:

"I laugh at you all for going to great lengths to find someone, yet not knowing that this person is at arm’s length, right before your eyes."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen’s eyes flickered slightly, and he took a step forward, his massive figure blocking most of the moonlight:

"What do you mean by that? Do you know him?"

Xu Hao parted his cracked lips, responding with a question instead:

"Old monster, just now you said you were preparing for seclusion and healing. Seeing your half-dead condition, weren’t the previous wounds inflicted by him?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Dongming and Supervisor Wu’s faces changed drastically.

Jiang Chen’s eyes filled with rage, his entire skeleton emitted a series of cracking sounds, and the four bone spurs cut through the air with a fierce whistling:

"Merely a mortal who caught a lucky break while my divine soul was wandering."

"Hmph, when I reform my true body, I will crush every bone in his body, one by one! I will extract his living soul, seal it in a lamp of hundred-year corpse oil, and let it be tormented day and night until he cannot live, nor die!"

After saying this, his gaze locked fiercely on Xu Hao, his tone abruptly turning grim:

"Since you know him, I’ll extract your soul first and search your memories myself..."

Xu Hao, however, completely ignored Jiang Chen’s threat.

He lifted his head, his gaze moving past the high temple eaves, looking up at the night sky.

Qian Dongming and Supervisor Wu were drawn by his actions, instinctively following his line of sight.

In the field of view, there was only the swirling dense fog and the dark red moon.

But Jiang Chen, standing by the well platform, suddenly froze in his actions.

His shriveled earlobe twitched slightly, and the green flames in his eye sockets flickered instantly.

He suddenly lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of mist.

In the high layers of clouds, a streak of golden light lit up the night sky.

That dot of light was small at first, but it rapidly expanded at a terrifying speed, tearing through the air.

Accompanied by a rolling sonic boom, the light, like a flaming meteor, headed directly towards the temple.

Rumble——

A sharp tearing sound split the clouds, reaching the crowd’s heads in an instant.

The crimson-gold flames trailed a tail dozens of meters long, the air along its path distorted wildly by the terrifying heat.

The heavy black fog hovering above the temple reacted to this overwhelming force like boiling oil meeting water, fervently bubbling.

The barrier couldn’t withstand it for even half a second, burning through a hole several meters in diameter.

The edges, where the atmosphere was dense, ignited by the flames, sizzled and scattered in all directions.

The golden light continued relentlessly, crashing directly into the center of the courtyard.

"Boom!"

The ground suddenly sank, causing the entire Ancient Locust Village to tremble briefly.