C239 The Upcoming War
C239 The Upcoming War
"If I can obtain this secret realm, and with my ability to concoct pills, I believe that I won't lack any pill in the future. Unfortunately, this secret realm will close at the appointed time.
If I want to open it again, I will have to wait for two hundred years. What a pity! "
Qin Ming drank his tea and listened to the conversations of the surrounding disciples.
After a moment, the other disciples also rushed over.
"Sorry, brothers, I'm late." The short-haired disciple was the last one to come over and couldn't help but apologize.
"It's not too late. We can have some tea and rest. Since you're here, let's go now!" Soong Zhou stood up and said.
Everyone stood up and walked towards the place where the mission was given.
They wanted to go out and pick the Spiritual Plant. They also needed to accept the mission.
"What!? You're not allowed to pick Spiritual Plant anymore. Are you going to prepare for battle?" Soong Zhou looked at the manager in a daze and said in surprise.
The steward in black smiled and said. "You are a member of the sect. Now, you are preparing to fight the Zhenqi Sect. Of course, you have to put in some effort."
"But... I..." Soong Zhou stammered.
How could a battle be better than picking a Spiritual Plant? Although the reward for killing people was higher, a battle was much more dangerous than picking a Spiritual Plant. If one was not careful, one would lose their life.
"The battle is about to begin. All the missions have been closed. Even the disciples who are on missions outside will be summoned back.
Even if I give you the missions now, it's meaningless. Aren't you all going to be summoned back? "
The manager said again.
The few of them helplessly returned to the inn. The war was about to begin, and they were only allowed in and out of the station. Furthermore, even if they went out, they would still be called back. It was better to rest in the inn and recharge.
The news in the inn had already spread. Right now, the entire sect's disciples were discussing about the upcoming battle. Some of them were nervous, while others were excited.
"Song Qing, how many people do you think will die in this battle?" Soong Zhou asked worriedly.
Qin Ming smiled and said, "I believe you should be smarter. Don't rush blindly. You will definitely live."
"Soong Zhou, why do you only want to die? This battle is a good opportunity. The contribution of the sect is very high. If we can kill a few more people, we might be able to gather enough resources to break through to the Grand Martial Master realm."
The short-haired disciple suddenly patted Soong Zhou and said.
"That's right! This kind of battle is very rare. If you miss it, it will be over!" The other disciples also echoed.
Qin Ming secretly shook his head. These disciples were just cannon fodder. If they really fought, who knew how many of them would survive?
He was still thinking about the credit. He guessed that these people would be the first ones to die.
"Thump... Thump! Thump!" A few deep bell sounds rang out, causing the entire encampment to boil.
"Let's go, let's quickly gather!" The short-haired disciple urged.
"Let's go!" Soong Zhou said helplessly. Now that he was in the station, it was impossible for him to find a place to hide.
Even if he did not want to fight, he had to go!
Qin Ming followed Soong Zhou and the others to a spacious square. Qin Ming glanced over and saw that the entire square was filled with people.
There was a tall platform in the middle, and on it stood a white-bearded old man and a few middle-aged men.
"Look, elder Yan! This time, it was Elder Yan who personally presided! Looks like a war is going to break out between us and the Zhenqi Sect."
A nearby disciple looked at the old man on the stage and said in surprise.