Cultivation : I'm an Ancient Giant Bear

After reading this, Wang Wu somewhat understood the operational mechanism of the Seek Death Camp. The main seal led the sub-seal, and when the main seal was activated, so was the sub-seal, resulting in a whole camp of elite monster soldiers who feared no death.

No wonder in the previous battle, those aerial monsters would turn into flames and rush forward as soon as they crossed the middle line, fearlessly and rapidly.

In a certain sense, this is truly a good thing.

It can actually contain 2000 points of vitality.

Wang Wu had to admit, he was a bit tempted.

Next, the plan was to use the Desire for Death Sub-Seal on all the new recruits of the Seek Death Camp. Wang Wu initially thought the whole swath in front of him belonged to his Ninth Camp. At first glance, the quality was remarkably good, with quite a few strong demons that seemed to be Fifth or Sixth Grade.

But unfortunately, Wang Wu overthought it.

The one-eyed fierce tiger continued calling names: Niu Dali, Ape Big Head, Wolf Xiaobai, Xiang Wudi, Tiger's Three Jumps, Fox Tail, Leopard Feihua...

These were all Camp Commanders from the first to the eighth camps of the Seek Death Camp.

After completing their respective branding, they began selecting new recruits for the Seek Death Camp.

Niu Dali, as the Camp Commander of the first camp, seemed to have special privileges, arrogantly stepping forward to choose either the strong ones or the delicious ones.

Once he selected ten thousand heads, he walked off proudly with the command flag.

Wang Wu then watched helplessly as the other Camp Commanders blatantly handed various benefits to the One-eyed Tiger and Cyan Wolf Captain, choosing better recruits according to the amount of advantage given.

In the end, when it was Wang Wu's turn, he had nothing left to choose from, only the scrappy leftovers.

Of course, mainly because he really couldn't provide any better benefits.

Goodness, at the brink of the Demon Race's survival, are you all still doing this?

Indeed, even in the Cultivation Realm, you need to compare who is worse off.

Wang Wu glanced at the one-eyed tiger and one-eyed wolf, who gazed coldly back at him, impressive, leaving him speechless.

So, just accept it, then,

the number of ten thousand new Seek Death recruits is indisputable.

The average level is all Ninth Grade, without missing the fact that there are simply too many scrappy leftovers.

They were also excessively fragile.

Five thousand Ninth-Grade Mantis Blade Masters!

Two thousand Ninth-Grade Gray Mouse Knights.

One thousand Ninth-Grade Mountain Sparrows.

Five hundred Ninth-Grade Black Spiders, five hundred Ninth-Grade Blazing Scorpions.

Lastly, one thousand Ninth-Grade Mountain Chickens.

Right, not a single one has reached the Eighth Grade.

Not a single large demon, not even mid-sized ones, even a few hundred rogue rabbits would have been fine.

But, does this not follow the rules?

Sorry, but in every aspect, all rules are met.

For a moment, Wang Wu almost thought he had returned to his old home on Earth.

There's nothing more to be said, he waved his command flag, and ten thousand little demons obediently followed, not causing a stir, not making a fuss, extremely well-behaved.

Wang Wu even suspected whether this unfortunate group of little demons truly understood what it meant to be an illicit demon and what the Seek Death Camp was.

Perhaps they were all very bewildered.

Of course, it's possible they did understand, just powerless to resist, frightened out of their wits.

Wang Wu sneered coldly in his heart and swung the command flag, from which a red spiritual light flew out at the front to lead the way; even the worst Seek Death Camp should have an established camp.

The most basic rules must surely be guaranteed.

After winding around and around for nearly twenty miles, the red spiritual light from the command flag finally stopped.

Goodness, this camp is far enough away, any further and he wouldn't enjoy the passive benefits of the Grandpa Tree division.

As for whether these little demons could also enjoy this passive benefit, it didn't seem important; they were all consumables and food supplies.

But what kind of business is this?

Wang Wu smiled bitterly in his heart, waved the command flag again, and the red spiritual light automatically moved around, marking out a square space with a side length of two hundred meters, into which the entire Ninth Camp of Seek Death troops smoothly settled, seeming unlikely to escape.

Next, Wang Wu, holding the command flag, turned and headed toward the center area where the Grandpa Tree branch seedling was, as it appeared there would be no battle now, he needed to fetch some supplies required by the Seek Death Camp, which must be provided to him.

No reason not to take them.

As he walked, he also observed and found that movements on the Great Snow Mountain side were still fast, with large reinforcements swiftly moving in, replacing batches of wounded soldiers. In mid-air, Golden-winged Crows responsible for passing orders occasionally flew by, clutching command flags, from which low roars could be faintly heard.

There were also organized demon legions patrolling; upon seeing Wang Wu, they had to show the command flag, explain the reason, and then they gave him a pass document, briefly noting the specific situation, time, and place, with a note stating that if he was still wandering in the camp after the prescribed time, military law would deal with it.

It all seemed quite proper.

At first, Wang Wu found it interesting, but when he encountered the second wave of patrolling demon legion and was once again rigorously questioned, he realized that a heavyweight Great Demon from the Great Snow Mountain must have arrived, along with the elite troops under the Great Ape King. Within just a few hours, the order in the entire Forest Camp had suddenly changed.

Therefore, he dared not delay and sped up to the logistics supply point, where everything had also become orderly, with more than a hundred foxes busily working.

Some were tallying the spoils of war, some were browsing through merit documents, and some were writing with incredible speed, numbers and simple phrases coming from their mouths, almost as if imbued with magic.

But what truly caught Wang Wu's attention was the two mysterious large boxes in the center, guarded by two white-bearded old men.

These two old men looked no different from humans but were definitely not human; they were veteran Great Demons, and what they were guarding should be the important supplies that could sustain the entire camp.

A small red fox stopped Wang Wu, feeling quite peculiar. It hadn't transformed but could walk upright freely and simply like a human.

Especially its voice, soft and sticky, like the artificial service of 10086.

"Sir, please halt. Is there anything you need my help with?"

"I am from the Seek Death Ninth Camp, here to collect the related supplies."

Wang Wu handed over the command flag and a time-sensitive document, finally showing the Sixth-Grade Death Seeking Seal on his chest.

Unexpectedly, the little red fox covered its mouth and giggled, "Sir, no need to be so formal, no need for all that complexity. The command flag suffices. According to the rules, you can collect supplies once every three days. Here is the inventory list, please have a look."

"If you don't have any other questions, in an hour, we will dispatch lifters to deliver all the supplies to your camp. Also, you don't have to come individually anymore. Every three days, the related logistic supplies will be delivered on time. Time is quite tight, and you must be busy with military duties; it's advised to hurry back."

Well!

Why does it feel so strange?

Wang Wu took the inventory list and quickly asked, "Can I request a Profound Iron Shield?"

"Of course, you can purchase it with merits, or you could use Spiritual Qi to buy it, or exchange some other resources. Our appraisal here is very reliable, fair to both young and old!"

"Can't I request it with my status as the Camp Commander of the Seek Death Camp?"

"Sorry, no, you cannot request it."

"What about purchasing with Spiritual Qi?"

"Certainly. Two gourds of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi are required, one gourd of Ice Spiritual Qi, one gourd of Red Flame Spiritual Qi, and the same for Cyan Wood Spiritual Qi. Sir, how would you like to pay?"

At least one gourd, which means a whole thousand points, what a profiteer.

Wang Wu glanced at it and abandoned the idea,

There's nothing to be done about it.

Might as well just pick one up on the battlefield. Speaking of which, he was so exhausted before that he neglected this matter. By the time he woke up, the entire battlefield had been cleaned up.

The Profound Iron Shield used by Human Race Warriors, it's supposedly standard, but here in the Demon Race, even at the Camp Commander's level, one has to buy it with Spiritual Qi, sigh!

At this point, he no longer wasted time and headed back. Once back, he directly slaughtered a Ninth-Grade Rapid-Growth Chicken, not bothering to roast or cook, he devoured it raw!

However, after eating, he smacked his lips, unexpectedly, he found himself eating rapid-growth chicken even in the Cultivation Realm.

Yes, a Ninth-Grade Rapid-Growth Chicken.

A normal Ninth-Grade Little Demon could provide at least 600 points of satiety and 400 points of Spiritual Qi, and the better ones could even provide 1000 points of satiety and 800 points of Spiritual Qi. This is what is called the maturity of cultivation.

Over time, a large amount of Spiritual Qi nourishes every part of the body, and that brings flavor.

This rapid-growth kind, tut-tut, is fake at first bite.

Wang Wu is very particular now.

What his body needs is not a massive amount of satiety, but the essence energy that can provide purer vital activity. This rapid-growth Ninth-Grade Chicken is not even as good as Old Niu's rapid-growth Ninth-Grade Spirit Fruit.

He rested for a moment, and when the supplies arrived, he grabbed a giant sack and spilled it into the camp, all sorts of dried grasshoppers, bugs, and some seeds or the like.

At that moment, the Little Demons were all agitated, scrambling around, disregarding any injury.

But magically, no matter how they fought, none would step out of the boundary transformed by the red Spiritual Light.

"Well, am I a feeder now?"

Wang Wu then threw down two more bags of feed, completing his daily routine.

Besides this feed, the supplies included a large jar of about two hundred catties of Spirit Wine. The inventory said it was Ninth-Grade Daughter Red Spirit Wine. He took a few sips and could only say things change with time; once he couldn't get enough of such Spirit Wine, but now he doesn't love it even when having it.

Truly, having gotten used to the Spirit Wine brought by Human Race Cultivators, Wang Wu's standards have risen significantly.

"Always feels like something's missing."

"But if you say they skimped, that's probably not it; this is the standard, made by the Black Spider Clan's Spider Daughter Red."

Wang Wu couldn't help but ponder, mainly because he had nothing to do. The whole camp's atmosphere had changed, with elite demon soldiers patrolling everywhere. Apart from staying in the camp area, he couldn't go anywhere.

He dared not refine Profound Iron; he had barely accumulated enough Qi Blood Vitality, much less dared to consume it.

So the only choice was to make use of these supplies, or more accurately, improve the meals.

After all, now with nothing to do, and with plenty of ingredients, it would be a shame not to toy around a bit.

"Let's roast a chicken first!"