socalfunplaces Chapter 91 Forming a New Army
Chapter 91 Forming a New Army
He took out two jade boxes from his pocket. One was a white jade box, and the other was a silver jade box.
Open the box to reveal the fruit inside.
Inside the white jade box was a fist-sized red fruit, crystal clear throughout.
The surface of the fruit shimmered with a faint light, and subtle fluctuations of energy emanated from it.
Inside the silver jade box was a silver-white fruit, slightly larger than the Qi and Blood Fruit, with mysterious patterns covering its surface.
It exudes a rich and powerful energy.
Those in the know have already exclaimed in surprise.
"Qi and Blood Fruit! That's a Qi and Blood Fruit!"
"It's for boosting blood and energy! One pill costs at least three million!"
What's inside the silver jade box?
"Blood Soul Fruit! That's a Blood Soul Fruit! It's more than ten times more precious than the Blood Qi Fruit! One fruit is worth at least a hundred million!"
"One hundred million?! My God!"
Reporters frantically pressed the shutter button, wishing they could shove their lenses right up to the fruit.
The live stream chat exploded with comments.
"Three million per pill?"
"The Blood Soul Fruit in the silver jade box is even more expensive! One fruit costs a hundred million!"
"Did Ye Feng bring a treasure trove here?"
"Looking to buy! I am a representative of the Wang family of Shanhe Prefecture, and I would like to purchase a few Qi and Blood Fruits. The price is negotiable!"
"I'm from the Zhao family in the provincial capital. I'd like to buy Blood Soul Fruit; any price is fine!"
In the comments section, representatives from various powerful families and factions emerged one after another, flooding the screen with messages of purchase requests.
Ye Feng looked at the camera and shook his head.
"Not for sale."
Not for sale.
Two words: decisive and clean, leaving no room for negotiation.
"These Qi and Blood Fruits and Blood Soul Fruits will all be used for training the Jiangcheng New Army."
New Army?
Everyone was stunned.
The live stream chat went from frantic requests to buy the item to a screen full of question marks.
"A new army? What new army?"
"Is Jiangcheng going to form a new army?"
"A new army of a thousand men? Isn't that too few?"
"Faced with hundreds of thousands of strange beasts in the southern mountains, what can a thousand people possibly do?"
Ye Feng looked at the comments and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Although the new army is small in number, I want elite troops."
"They are elites capable of defeating third-, fourth-, and even fifth-tier alien beasts."
"The Qi and Blood Fruit and the Blood Soul Fruit are prepared for the new army."
The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment, while the live stream chat was flooded with comments.
Just then, a reporter raised his hand to ask a question.
"Major Ye, I'm a reporter from Jiangcheng Evening News. I'd like to ask, what's the situation with the hordes of mutated beasts at Fortress One and Fortress Two?"
"They are the biggest threat to Jiangcheng. The new army only has a thousand men, which is simply not enough."
Before Ye Feng could answer, a comment suddenly appeared in the live stream, followed by a series of exclamation marks.
"I'm a wilderness hunter, and I got a mission to Fortress One this morning!"
"I saw soldiers at Fortress 3 cleaning up rat carcasses! I mustered up my courage and followed them in."
"The ground is littered with the corpses of mutated rats! Densely packed! As far as the eye can see! Hundreds of thousands! All of them are dead!"
"The soldiers said that Major Ye Feng killed him all by himself yesterday!"
A photo followed the comment.
The photo shows the ruins of Fortress One, with the ground covered with layers upon layers of mutated rat corpses.
It looked like a small mountain made of corpses.
The mutated rats varied in size.
But they were all—they were all dead.
The live stream chat exploded instantly.
"Holy crap! Is this for real?"
"One person killed hundreds of thousands of mutated rats? Is that even human?"
"What about the Rat King? Was he killed too?"
"Hey upstairs, did you see the photos? That biggest carcass is the Rat King!"
The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, with people expressing a mix of shock, doubt, amazement, and admiration.
Immediately afterwards, another comment appeared.
"I'm a hunter from near Fortress 2. Today I saw people hauling wolf carcasses out of Fortress 2, dozens of large trucks, truckloads of ghost wolf carcasses."
"I heard they are fur processing workers hired from Jiangcheng. They have hundreds of thousands of ghost wolves to process, but they don't have enough manpower, so they can only prioritize processing the higher-ranking ones."
A few more photos followed in the live chat.
The photo shows an open space outside Fort No. 2, with dozens of large trucks lined up in a row.
The truck bed was filled with the corpses of ghost wolves.
Those ghost wolves were enormous, with the largest ones being the size of calves.
The fur gleamed with a silvery-gray sheen in the sunlight.
The barrage of comments exploded once again.
"Hundreds of thousands of ghost wolves? Killed them all?"
"Fortress Two is a greater threat than Fortress One! The Ghost Wolves are fast, coordinated, and the most difficult to deal with!"
"I heard the Ghost Wolf King is a sixth-tier beast! A sixth-tier beast!"
"Even the sixth-tier wolf king is dead?"
"Just what kind of monster is Ye Feng?"
The barrage of comments lasted for a full five minutes before it subsided slightly.
Ye Feng waited until the number of comments decreased before speaking, "The alien beasts in Fortress One and Fortress Two have all been eliminated."
"The mutated rat swarms and ghost wolf packs are no longer a threat to Jiangcheng."
He spoke calmly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
But everyone knows this is no small matter.
This is the biggest heartache and the deepest scar in Jiangcheng over the past three years.
Fortress No. 1: 9,700 out of 12,000 soldiers were killed in action.
Although Fortress No. 2 did not suffer as much damage as Fortress No. 1, it was still a nightmare for the soldiers of Jiangcheng.
Now, those nightmares are over.
The live chat exploded with excitement.
"Ye Feng! Ye Feng! Ye Feng!"
"The God of War of Jiangcheng!"
"One person took down the monsters in two fortresses—what kind of god-like feat is that?"
"From today onwards, Ye Feng is my idol! No arguments allowed!"
"Where are those who still question Ye Feng? Come out and show yourselves!"
"Those who questioned it were proven wrong and dare not come out anymore."
Amidst the flurry of comments flooding the screen, Ye Feng seized the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot.
"Recruitment standards for the new army: Level 2 or above, age under 40."
"Second- and third-tier martial artists who pass the assessment will be given a Qi and Blood Fruit for their use."
"Martial artists of the fourth rank and above will be given one Blood Soul Fruit."
"In addition, in the new army's merit system, Qi and Blood Fruit and Blood Soul Fruit are also core rewards. You can exchange them for them once you accumulate enough merit."
Before Ye Feng could finish speaking, some people in the group of reporters had already taken out their phones.
Ma Rulong, the head of the Ma family in Jiangcheng, was a fourth-level early-stage martial artist. He had only come to join in the fun and see what news was coming out of the press conference.
His hands were already trembling when he heard the words "Blood Soul Fruit".
He dialed his son's number with trembling hands.
"Dad? What's wrong? I'm in class." A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Back to Jiangcheng immediately!"
"What? Back to Jiangcheng? Why?"
"Blood Soul Fruit! Blood Soul Fruit! Ye Feng is forming a new army, and every fourth-tier martial artist who passes the assessment will receive a Blood Soul Fruit! You must come back and register! You have to come back!"
"Blood Soul Fruit?!" The voice on the other end of the phone instantly rose eight octaves.
"Dad, are you serious? Like those Blood Soul Fruits used by fourth-tier martial artists, worth hundreds of millions each?"
"Ye Feng said it himself! How could it be false? I've already seen the actual items! There are over a dozen golden jade boxes right there! Come back quickly! If you don't come back soon, the spots will be gone!"
"I'm coming right away! Dad, can you reserve a spot for me?"
"Hurry! The faster the better!"
After hanging up the phone, Ma Rulong dialed several more numbers, all of which were relatives of the Ma family living elsewhere.
"Third brother, back to Jiangcheng! Blood Soul Fruit!"
"Fifth Brother, stop hanging around in Shanhe Prefecture, go back to Jiangcheng! There's a new army there, and Blood Soul Fruit!"
"Nephew, haven't you always wanted to break through to the fourth rank? Return to Jiangcheng! Ye Feng is distributing Blood Soul Fruits!"
This kind of situation was happening in every corner of the venue.
It's not just the Ma family, but also the Zhang, Wang, and Liu families.
The heads of those small and medium-sized families were all on the phone.
In a classroom at Wuda University in Shanhe Prefecture, a young man hung up the phone and stood up abruptly.
He told the professor, "Professor, I have an emergency at home and need to ask for leave."
Without waiting for the professor's reply, he turned and ran away.
In another classroom, a girl also received a call and was so excited she almost threw her phone away: "Blood Soul Fruit? Really? I'm coming back right away!"
One after another, Jiangcheng students studying at the Martial Arts University in Shanhe Prefecture asked for leave, packed their bags, and rushed back to Jiangcheng as quickly as possible.
Not only Wuhan University, but also the Night Watchmen branches in the provincial capital, military units, and various other forces.
All the martial artists from Jiangcheng who were working in other places were rushing back as quickly as possible.
At the press conference, the news had already spread throughout Shanhe Prefecture and even to more distant places.
Merchants from other places also took notice.
"Hundreds of thousands of ghost wolf pelts? That's a huge business deal! Let's go to Jiangcheng!"
"The mutated rat pelts aren't as good as the ghost wolf pelts, but there are so many! Hundreds of thousands! Buy them all, and you'll make several times the profit!"
"And the mutated wolf's teeth and bones are all valuable! Hurry, don't let anyone else get there first!"
In an instant, trains, cars, and planes from all over Shanhe Prefecture heading to Jiangcheng were all fully booked.
Spring came to Wuhan earlier than usual.
The press conference was far more effective than Ye Feng had expected.
In just half a day, the number of people who signed up to join the new army exceeded three thousand.
The three thousand people were all martial artists who came from Jiangcheng and the surrounding areas, ranging from the second rank to the fourth rank.
They included wilderness hunters, members of collateral branches of established families, and even a few recommended by the military from other cities.