Chapter 1 By the Hot Spring

Near the hot spring, on a fake mountain platform, Zheng Fan lay down while Si Niang massaged him.

"That damn jiangshi (Chinese hopping vampire) really doesn't know how to be gentler."

Si Niang looked at the bruises on Zheng Fan's back, and it would be a lie to say she didn't feel sorry for him.

"Relax, relax."

Zheng Fan didn't care, and instead comforted Si Niang,

"Others cultivate either by being beaten under waterfalls or by training with a big tortoise shell on their backs.

Mine is already very comfortable."

Zheng Fan never thought he would actually practice martial arts one day. In fact, in his previous life, he believed in "martial arts" and thought that there were real martial artists in this world, but they shouldn't be as godly as those in wuxia novels made them out to be.

As for the masters and grandmasters on the internet, he just treated them as entertainment. Real kung fu required bitter training from a young age, and Zheng Fan knew he couldn't endure that hardship.

But circumstances were stronger than people. He never expected that this comic-loving otaku would come to this different world after death. Whether for his own sake or for the sake of his subordinates, he had to start training.

"My lord, can we change the way we practice?" Si Niang suggested.

Cultivating as a martial artist was a bit too slow, and too easy to cripple oneself.

"Oh? How so?"

"This world isn't just about martial artists. My lord can cultivate other things. As long as you can become stronger, isn't that enough?"

"Cultivate other things?"

"I heard that if mages have good talent, their cultivation can improve rapidly."

"Uh…………"

"And those mages are basically tender and delicate."

"Let's talk about that later. Let's temper the body first and learn some basic fighting techniques. It's never a bad thing."

Zheng Fan understood the principle of not giving up halfway, and he wouldn't want to take shortcuts after only suffering for a few days.

"Then… you can let A Ming bite you, my lord, and you can almost obtain a low-level blood clan physique."

"Become a vampire?"

Zheng Fan was really tempted by this suggestion.

The vampire's recovery ability, which surpassed ordinary people, meant a direct increase in his survival ability.

Even though he was already insisting on cultivation, Zheng Fan didn't think he could really charge ahead of his demon king subordinates one day.

He was just a mascot. As long as he kept sitting in the back and didn't die, it would be the greatest support for his subordinates.

If conditions allowed, he could also get some buffs for himself, like group mana regeneration or group health regeneration.

"Okay, I'll mention it to A Ming later. Although he hasn't recovered much now, and his number of progenies should be limited, we're still family after all. Rather than benefiting outsiders, it's better to keep the good stuff within the family.

Don't you think so, my lord?"

"Yeah…"

At first, Zheng Fan could stay awake and chat with Si Niang, but slowly, he couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep in a daze.

Seeing this, Si Niang picked up a blanket next to her and covered Zheng Fan, then tiptoed away.

She walked out, closed the door, and just turned around when Si Niang's eyes immediately narrowed. Around her, strands of fine thread like spider silk began to tighten.

"Cough cough… It's me."

The shadow that suddenly appeared spoke. It was Blind Man Bei.

Si Niang breathed a sigh of relief, the threads around her dissipated, and she complained somewhat:

"You don't even carry a lantern when you go out for a walk at night. Standing there out of nowhere, you'll scare someone to death."

"Me, carry a lantern?"

"Yeah, if you can't help yourself, at least help others. You know your own abilities, you can rely on mental power to shield other people's perception."

"Okay, I'll carry a lantern when I go out at night in the future."

"Something up?"

"Something up."

"Alright, but don't talk here, my lord has already fallen asleep, don't disturb him."

"Okay, to the gazebo."

…………

To Si Niang's surprise, there were already quite a few people sitting in the gazebo.

Liang Cheng, A Ming, Xue San, and Fan Li were all sitting there, and some simple dishes were prepared on the stone table in the gazebo.

"Yo, is this a meeting?"

Feng Si Niang sat down on the empty seat next to Liang Cheng, and then curiously asked,

"What's that smell?"

Liang Cheng's expression tightened.

"Oh ho ho…" Si Niang covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes glancing at A Ming, who was sitting opposite her, and said, "Looks like you two have a good relationship. Just made it, and the lord and I haven't even used it yet, but you got to use it first."

"Cough cough…" Blind Man Bei coughed a few times and said, "Let's get down to business."

"Business? Right, A Ming, bite the lord someday."

A Ming shook his head and said, "I know what you want to do, but it's impossible now. My recovered power is too limited. If I turn the lord into my progeny now, the lord will gain some recovery abilities that surpass ordinary people, but in about six months, the lord will degenerate into a beast that only knows how to drink human blood, and will even lose his sanity."

Si Niang calculated for a moment and said, "Feels pretty good too, can it increase lifespan?"

"As long as there is enough fresh human blood, theoretically, he can live to be over a hundred years old."

"Hey, it's not impossible to consider. Alas, there's only one problem. If the lord becomes unconscious, will he still feel it when we lick him?"

A Ming thought for a moment and said, "When people feed dogs food for a long time, the dogs can still wag their tails at them."

"Let's get down to business."

Blind Man Bei couldn't help but interrupt the current conversation.

Damn,

This is blasphemy!

Everyone in the gazebo straightened their backs subconsciously.

Blind Man Bei nodded with satisfaction, as if he could really see it.

"The topic of tonight's group meeting is…………"

Blind Man Bei poured the wine in his cup onto the table. These wines were drawn by a force and floated in the air, forming two words:

Cultivation.

"Liang Cheng, first talk about the lord's cultivation situation in the past few days."

Liang Cheng had been in charge of Zheng Fan's cultivation these days, so he had to ask Liang Cheng first.

"The lord had absolutely no combat experience before, doesn't know any routines, doesn't know how to use his body, and his reaction is not sharp enough."

Because the lord wasn't here, no one refuted.

"However…………"

Liang Cheng's turning point made everyone present couldn't help but prick up their ears.

Obviously, no one really wanted their boss to be a waste.

Although, regardless of whether the lord was a waste or not, everyone would still respect him, protect him, care for him, and lick him as always.

"The lord's strength is very great."

"How great?" A Ming asked.

"It hasn't been a month since the lord woke up. In theory, a body that has been bedridden for half a year, no matter how well it is taken care of, the functions of the body will degenerate greatly. Subsequently, unless after at least half a year of recuperation, it will be difficult to recover.

But the lord's strength is comparable to that of an adult male who often practices martial arts."

Xue San pursed his lips. His mind immediately flashed to the guy who was beheaded by the lord on the battlefield.

"Well, the problem probably lies here." Blind Man Bei waved his finger, and the word "cultivation" floating in the air flowed into his mouth and was drunk by him. Then, he continued:

"I have always had a doubt, that is, what is the specific relationship between the recovery of our strength and the lord.

One thing is certain, that is, we need to gain the lord's approval, so the principle of insisting on unconditionally licking the lord cannot be shaken."

Everyone nodded together,

If it wasn't for strength, who would want to be a licking dog?

But if you can gain strength just by licking, is there anything more cost-effective than this in the world?

Everyone was an adult, and there was nothing to be pretentious or open about.

"But the problem is that the strength of all of us has indeed recovered a little, but on this basis, anyway, I have used various methods, and there is no way to improve on this recovered basis."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

Everyone present nodded together.

Their desire for strength was beyond the imagination of normal people.

They don't care about money, they don't care about fame, they only care about freedom, and without strength, you can't be free at all.

"Blind man, what did you find, just say it." Si Niang said to Blind Man Bei.

"My guess is that the extent of our strength recovery is very likely related to the lord's strength."

"What does this mean?" Xue San was a little confused.

Si Niang frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Liang Cheng continued to be calm, A Ming's lips curled up.

In fact, those present were not fools. They may or may not have thought about some guesses, even Xue San, who asked the question, who knows if he was just habitually setting up a stage for Blind Man Bei?

"When the lord was in a coma… um, to use a term similar to online games, the lord was in an offline state, and we, as the lord's subordinates, are actually equivalent to the lord's mounts…"

"Cough cough…………"

Si Niang coughed.

"Okay, equivalent to babies.

Maybe it was also because of the lord's offline state that our own levels were also grayed out. Although we can act, our attribute panels are grayed out.

And when the lord wakes up, the lord's level may be 1.

Then, our level will also become less than or equal to level 1.

This basis is to first obtain the lord's approval, a bit like chatting with the old man at the entrance of the novice village."

Everyone was thinking about what Blind Man Bei said, and A Ming took the lead and said:

"That is to say, because the lord is still in the level 1 state, no, in other words, as long as the lord's own strength level does not improve, we will always be suppressed by the lord?"

"That's what it means." Blind Man Bei nodded.

At this moment,

Fan Li, the honest man who usually said little during gatherings and meetings and only knew how to eat and drink with his head down, his words made the atmosphere in the gazebo instantly drop to freezing point.

Fan Li first smiled very honestly,

He shyly reached out and scratched his hair,

And said:

"Then, if we chop the lord, will the restriction be lifted?"

The whole place,

Was silent…

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