Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 313 Calculation

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Yang Silang coughed once and calmly greeted everyone.

"Let's eat..."

"After we finish eating, Da Niu, Hong Ying, and I will leave first. You guys take good care of the house."

Seeing that Sister Yang's tears seemed about to fall, he quickly opened his mouth and said something.

"I know everyone is wondering why I was so badly injured yesterday."

"Actually, this is a long story..."

Yang Silang spoke eloquently, mixing truth and falsehood in his words.

He said he had recently felt something and might be able to break through to the Golden Marrow Grandmaster realm in January or February.

Just then, the enemy army besieged the city.

Yang Silang felt uneasy. Although the Grandmaster was very strong, he could not be sure of saving his own life in the midst of a large army.

He felt that breaking through to the Golden Marrow Grandmaster realm was imminent, so he asked Hu Jiaoniang for a quick way to achieve it.

"My wife is very knowledgeable and knows a great deal..." Yang Silang gilded Hu Jiaoniang's face.

"She knew that there was a martial art in the palace called the Dragon Taming Technique."

"Every day, one must engage in intense battles, exhausting all one's vital energy and blood."

"Then, use the secret medicine of Yulong Huiyuan San to strengthen and cultivate the fundamental seed in the dantian of the body."

"The true energy cultivated in this way is more refined, and the amount of condensed liquid is also greater."

"It is truly a rare and excellent technique that helps people break through in the face of battle."

As Yang Silang spoke, he suddenly tapped a wine cup filled with wine on the table lightly.

"Look at the power of my palm strike, it's even stronger than before."

The dining table was made of the finest hardwood, so fine that even swords and knives could hardly leave a mark on it, yet he slowly inserted the entire wine cup into it with a single palm strike.

It's as easy as slapping a wine cup into soft tofu.

The rim is parallel to the tabletop, fitting perfectly, as if the wine glass were an extension of the table itself.

Not a single drop of the liquor inside was spilled.

Everyone was startled when they saw it.

Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue, in particular, are knowledgeable in the field.

An average person can easily smash a wine glass on a table without fear of bleeding from their hand.

However, by placing the wine glass intact and gently tapping it on the table, it signifies that Yang Silang has complete control over his internal energy.

In a fight, it would be easy to slap someone's head into their chest with a single blow.

Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue immediately believed Yang Silang's words, and the two felt ashamed, thinking to themselves—it turns out they had misunderstood their master's wife.

The master's wife is helping the master with his cultivation!

Although Sister Yang and Fifth Sister were still a little worried, they felt relieved when they saw the smiles on Fu Xiao's and his companion's faces.

After dinner.

With the help of his eldest sister and fifth sister, Yang Silang put on his armor, while Wang Daniu, Fu Hongying, and Xiao Yue also got ready.

The crowd saw them off at the gate before closing it tightly again.

Along the way.

Amidst the biting cold wind, the city exuded a desolate and somber atmosphere.

At first, there were few people in the alley, but once you came out of the alley and onto the main road, you could see groups of patrolling villagers coming and going.

The patrolling soldiers were on high alert when they saw Yang Silang and his men, and surrounded them with guns and shields.

Fortunately, Yang Silang and his companions had temporary tokens and knew the pass code, which allowed them to pass through smoothly.

General Hei was a seasoned veteran, and his tactics were very methodical.

He organized soldiers and local militia to patrol day and night to prevent unrest in the city.

When Yang Silang and his group arrived at the foot of the west city wall.

The closer they got to the city wall, the denser the flow of soldiers and local militia became, and the place gradually became noisy and bustling.

The row of houses and shops near the city wall were all requisitioned by the government.

Some were used to store defensive equipment nearby, while others were converted into kitchens to provide meals for the soldiers defending the city.

Other courtyards were used to house the wounded and injured.

Besides the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, there was also a faint smell of blood in the air.

Just then, a group of warriors came down from the city wall.

The old man at the head of the group was in high spirits, wearing a leather armor and a curved sword at his waist. He was tall and imposing, and followed by a burly man with sideburns who looked very similar to him.

It was the Tong family, father and son, from the Hanshan Martial Arts School, followed by martial artists such as Su Zhixiu.

"Si Lang, you've arrived..." Tong Renyuan greeted Yang Si Lang loudly upon seeing him.

Seeing that Yang Silang's whole body was turning blue, he exclaimed and asked what new kung fu he was practicing.

"Uncle Tong, Brother Bai Sui, Miss Su..." Yang Silang nodded and smiled at everyone, "How was the battle last night?"

As for his entire body turning blue, he vaguely said that he practiced a type of external martial arts.

The warriors split into two teams, one for white and one for night, and fell.

Yang Silang and others were assigned to the Daytime Group, while the Tong family father and son, along with Su Zhixiu, were assigned to the Nighttime Group.

The warriors of the Day Group are clearly stronger than those of the Night Group, because the enemy's normal peak attack times are during the day.

Tong Baisui spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Those bandits outside launched several more night raids last night."

"They were all martial artists. We repelled two small groups of harassers last night."

"More than a dozen heads were chopped off."

"Si Lang, I heard you shattered three catapults with three arrows two days ago?"

"That was a great job!"

Su Zhixiu glanced at Yang Silang, a dim look flashing in her eyes, and lowered her head without saying a word.

She had always had feelings for Yang Silang, and even thought that if Yang Silang passed the imperial examination, the two of them might be able to take their relationship to the next level.

Who would have thought that Yang Silang would return from the capital after passing the imperial examination and live a secluded life for several months.

Who would have thought that Yang Silang would return from the capital after passing the imperial examination and live a secluded life for several months.

Su Zhixiu only saw Yang Silang once, when everyone was celebrating his arrival. After that, she never saw him again.

That's fine.

A very beautiful woman appeared at the Yang residence.

Su Zhixiu was in despair. Her father would never allow her to become someone's concubine, even if the other party was a young martial arts master.

She had tentatively asked her father.

This enraged the old man—if he were to become a Grandmaster, you could become his concubine.

But who didn't know that this was the old man's way of refusing?

Look at that old master Fu Liunian who guarded the pagoda. He spent decades cultivating before he became a grandmaster.

The Su family couldn't wait decades.

Su Zhixiu was filled with bitterness. Who knew that a few days ago, Ji Jinliang had told her that a second wife had come to the Yang family, and that she was also extremely beautiful.

Only then did she completely give up.

Therefore, when the groups were formed, Yang Silang was deliberately avoided, and the Tong family father and son were assigned to the night group. However, seeing Yang Silang now still made her feel bitter.

It's better not to see, better not to say, so I can only bow my head.

When Yang Silang heard Tong Baisui praise his archery skills, he laughed heartily.

"If it weren't for the imperial examination, why would I have bothered practicing archery?"

"I was just a bit luckier yesterday."

After chatting for a few moments, they said their goodbyes, one group going up the city wall and the other returning to the city.

We climbed onto the city wall.

Yang Silang gazed into the distance.

The large crater left by the three arrows he fired two days ago that shattered the catapult was still there, and the surrounding area was a mess.

Strings of lanterns hung in the distant enemy camp.

The sky was about to brighten.

Messengers were also going in and out of the rebel camp, and the entire camp was bustling about like a giant beast that had just awakened.

There was an open space in the camp.

Yang Silang squinted and used the Mountain-Viewing Shot, discovering that there were actually several catapults being assembled in the open space.

I wonder if it was brought in by a later batch; it seems the Heavenly King Army was very well prepared this time.

The rebel camp was surrounded by shacks like stars in the sky, completely blocking Yidu Prefecture.

Smoke was rising from the shacks, as the refugees who had accompanied the army were cooking.

Of course, not everyone had food, so only some people lit fires. Even so, the smoke from the many fires combined to form a cloud that enveloped Yidu Prefecture.

These days, everyone has figured out the Heavenly King Army's modus operandi. The refugees and common people eat only one meal a day, or simply starve themselves.

In the main camp, ordinary soldiers of the Heavenly King Army could eat two meals a day, while elite infantry and cavalry could eat three meals a day.

Yang Silang withdrew his gaze, and the warriors entered the arrow tower.

This place serves as both the core of the defense and a place for rest.

The group found a place and sat down to rest.

Wang Daniu, Fu Hongying, and Xiao Yue couldn't sit still, so the three of them slipped out and leaned over the wall to look down at the enemy camp.

Ji Jinliang sat down next to Yang Silang.

"Brother Yang..." Ji Jinliang rubbed his hands together, somewhat hesitantly.

"What can't you say?" Yang Silang asked, quite puzzled.

Ji Jinliang, with a mournful face, began to talk about his difficulties.

Before entering the secret realm, he lived a very frugal life because practicing martial arts required too much money.

He only made a fortune by following Yang Silang, which allowed him to move to a new house and take a concubine.

Because of his unattractive appearance and his stinginess in spending money, he had encountered many setbacks with women.

Once he rose in power, he became somewhat arrogant about his lust and took two concubines.

"Brother Yang, my family still has enough food, but it's a bit tight."

"If we ever run out of food, we might have to come to you for help."

"That shouldn't be the case..." Yang Silang said in confusion, "You and your two concubines make up a family of three. You haven't married a legal wife and haven't had any children."

"A family of three doesn't even have enough food?"

I felt embarrassed to rub my hands together while calculating the weight.

"Aren't there quite a few people who fled from the surrounding prefectures?"

"Many families are struggling to make ends meet, and quite a few have sold their wives and daughters, so I added a few more people to my family."

Yang Silang asked curiously.

"So, did you buy his woman or someone else's?"

He said, his voice hoarse as he weighed the items.

"My wife and daughter bought it together."

Yang Silang's eyes widened. "You cunning bastard, how dare you act like this!"

Ji Jinliang realized she had misunderstood and quickly waved his hand.

"This is a buy-one-get-one-free deal."

"The older one will be made a concubine, and the younger one will be raised as a maid."

Yang Silang asked curiously.

"If you add two more people, your family's food supply won't last?"

Ji Jinliang shook his head, blushing.

"I bought it twice..."

"Now I have both a son and a daughter..."

Yang Silang didn't know what to say.

You're quite particular about weighing things, making sure you have a girl and a boy to make a "good" character.

They complained about the weight and taels of silver.

"Unexpectedly, yesterday General Hei took control of all the grain in the city's grain shops and distributed grain according to household registration."

"I had food stored at home, but suddenly there were four more people in my family, so the consumption doubled."

"But they're not registered, so even if I have money, I can't buy grain."

"If we let them out, they'll have to go to General Hei's women's camp. Who knows what kind of business they'll be doing there?"

"After all, we're already husband and wife; I can't do that."

"So we have no choice but to plan ahead and rely on you, Shiro..."

Ji Jinliang gritted his teeth and pulled out a furry little mouse, which was none other than his magical treasure-hunting mouse.

"You wish!"

"You can't even afford to feed your demon pet anymore, and you're trying to cling to me? I'm not taking it..."

"Alright, I agree."

"Whenever you seek me, I will ensure you never go hungry."

I am very happy to receive such a large sum of money.

The morning flew by.

Surprisingly, the rebel army did not attack the western city, and the two armies remained at peace.

Yang Silang greeted Yan Nanxing and then spurred his donkey home.

Hu Jiaoniang cannot be fooled, otherwise the punishment will be doubled.

Back in the study at home.

The demon fairy Hu Jiaoniang was already seated on the grand chair, exuding a powerful and cold aura, her eyes coldly fixed on Yang Silang.

"You're quite something, managing to coax that new fox into condescending to such an extent."

When she woke up today, her lips were slightly swollen and she had a chest pain, so she had a premonition that something was wrong.

Once they accepted the memories, it was as if they had been struck by lightning.

A feeling of resentment lingered in his chest, refusing to dissipate.

Seeing that she was about to lose her temper, Yang Silang hurriedly said.

"Wait a moment."

"I have to climb the city wall this afternoon, I can't afford to get disfigured."

"I can't afford to get hurt. If the enemy forces scale the city walls, I'll be powerless to fight back and will die on the walls. That's not what you want to see, is it?"

Hu Jiaoniang crossed her arms and sneered repeatedly.

"Alright, you planned to wait for me here all along, didn't you?"

Boom!

She took out a magical artifact and threw it on the ground.

"Fortunately, I was prepared."

"Look, what is this?"

Yang Silang stared intently at the ground and gasped.

It was a thin stone slab with a tiny figure drawn on it—the very figure from the Gem of the Substitute Injury!