Unmatched Soldier King

However, this full moon was not completely yellow, and it was filled with a dense black fog. It was like a round glass bottle filled with a black liquid.    

    

Ye Tian understood immediately. The black smoke in the middle of the full moon must be Mei Rou's Military Force Value.    

    

"The size of the full moon represents the upper limit of the Military Force Value, and the density and position of the black mist within it is extremely high. It represents the amount of Military Force Value that are in stock." Bi Ling explained.    

    

Ye Tian nodded and asked again, "Can you give me a specific number?"    

    

Bi Ling smiled at first and then said in a rebuking tone, "Could it be that you want to squeeze me dry?"    

    

Then, Bi Ling's slender fingers moved slightly, and two lines of small characters appeared under the full moon. One hundred and fifty-seven, one hundred and forty-nine.    

    

Mei Rou, who was standing behind the microscope, saw the two numbers and said in surprise, "Number one spell? This is an auxiliary system magic that has been lost for almost a thousand years. Little Sister Bi Ling actually knows this? "    

    

Bi Ling smiled bitterly. "This little secret of mine has been squeezed out by the Lord today."    

    

He carefully looked at the black fog inside, then stared at the two rows of numbers below, and asked: "Mei Rou's Military Force Value limit is one hundred and fifty-seven, and she just released dozens of throwing knives, which consumed eight points of Military Force Value, so the remaining one is one hundred and forty-nine, right?"    

    

Bi Ling nodded. "Exactly."    

    

Mei Rou was surprised. "It's amazing. It's so accurate."    

    

Ye Tian asked again: "How can we replenish the eight Military Force Value that we have consumed?"    

    

Mei Rou smiled and said, "Of course it's cultivation." With that said, Mei Rou withdrew her posture from which she was using her martial arts and sat down on the ground with her eyes closed.    

    

After looking through the microscope, the blood flow in Mei Rou's body gradually accelerated. After careful observation, Ye Tian found that a portion of the blood slowly turned into black mist.    

    

On the side, the numbers under the Eye of Heaven and Moon were also changing.    

    

One hundred forty-nine, one hundred fifty, one hundred fifty-one, one hundred fifty-two …    

    

Mei Rou slowly opened her eyes, stood up, and said with a sweet smile, "Alright, I've recovered."    

    

Ye Tian nodded, unable to hide the excitement on his face.    

    

Today was a memorable day. He had basically understood the principles behind the transformation of martial arts and magical energy. For a genius like Ye Tian, after coming to this world, facing such a magical thing like martial arts and magic that he has never seen before, understanding the operating principle inside is undoubtedly a milestone.    

    

After returning to his room, Ye Tian hurriedly took out a pen and paper and carefully wrote down all the experimental results and inferences that happened today.    

    

Basically, it's a chain, an energy that turns into different forms of chain in turn.    

    

To those who possessed Military Force Value, every time they used a skill, the amount of black fog in their body would decrease a little. The higher the level of the skill, the more black fog there would be reduced.    

    

The black mist existed in the blood vessels and would slowly replenish the blood, but replenishing it would take time. At the same time, the recovery speed was also greatly related to the martial techniques that they cultivated. The higher the grade of the cultivation technique, the more exquisite it was, and the faster the Military Force Value would be able to replenish its energy.    

    

Replenishing the black fog consumed blood, and blood was transformed from food, air, and water.    

    

The total amount of black fog in a person's body was Military Force Value.    

    

Cultivating to level up meant increasing the amount of black mist in one's blood vessels.    

    

Food, air, and water were transformed into blood within his body. According to a certain cultivation method, the blood would be transformed into Military Force Value or mana value, and according to the method recorded in the scrolls and scrolls, the Military Force Value or mana value would be transformed into a specific martial skill or magic.    

    

This was the physical model of martial arts and magic.    

    

Ye Tian raised his head as if he had grasped an extremely important thought. But soon, that thought was like a floating cloud in the horizon, disappearing without a trace.    

    

Ye Tian scratched his head and couldn't catch the light anymore.    

    

It was almost November, and there was a sudden snowfall in the capital.    

    

Snowflakes swirled around the gray walls of the capital city. The density of the buildings in the capital city was very high. The rows of buildings connected each other. If one stood at a high place and looked down, the entire capital city would be covered in ice sculptures.    

    

The temperature plummeted and every household pushed their carts to line up at the west gate of the capital, waiting for the caravan trafficking in Black Crystal to pull them over from outside the city.    

    

A group of carriages filled with Black Crystal slowly drove in from the west gate.    

    

The peddler in charge of the sale shouted, "Don't push. First come first serve. Pay the silver to unload the goods."    

    

The person in line handed the silver in his hand to the peddler. The peddler ordered some silver and calculated the quantity of Black Crystal. He then picked up a list from the table, and used a brush dipped in black juice to fill in a number on the list, and handed it over to the buyer.    

    

The buyer took the order slip, pulled up his flat car, and found the leader of the carriage at the back. The leader of the horse carriage removed the Black Crystal from the carriage according to the quantity on the goods list and loaded it onto the buyer's cart.    

    

The whole purchase and sale process was organized, but very quickly, someone voiced out in dissatisfaction.    

    

"Last year was still 50 gold coins for a catty, why did it increase by 20% this year?"    

    

"That's right. If the item can't get higher, then it will increase."    

    

At this time, not far away from the carriage, squatting against the wall was a middle-aged man with alternating black and white hair. Not far from the carriage, near the wall, squatting against the wall was a middle-aged man with alternating black and white hair.    

    

The peddler in charge of selling rolled his eyes at the crowd, pointed his finger at the sky and said, "You don't have eyes? It's snowing so heavily, yet you know how far it is from the Western Iron Mine to the capital? Do you know how many bridges you have to cross? "How many rivers will flow?"    

    

As he said this, the peddler pointed to the caravan behind him and continued, "Look, these brothers are fighting with their lives on the line. Do you think they are worth 20%?"    

    

When the crowd heard this, they also felt that it made some sense. First of all, the snow on the Western Iron Mine was heavier than the one on the capital, and the bridges and rivers in the middle of the road had all been frozen by the snow.    

    

After making a few complaints, everyone fell silent.    

    

But at this moment, an extremely soft voice at the end of the line said, "Damn it."    

    

The person who spoke wore a grey robe and had a large hood covering her head, making it difficult to see her face. When the people in the queue heard her "Damn it", they only mocked her for a bit but didn't pay any more attention to it.    

    

However, under the hood, she was intensely struggling in her heart.    

    

Denean held the silver in her hand. That was all she had left. The Black Crystal that he had bought with this bit of silver could support him until next year's spring. He did not expect the price to increase by 20%.    

    

Having saved up this little bit of savings, she had done her best. However, after the price had risen, the few pieces of silver in her hands would probably not last until next year's spring.    

    

The two children at home could no longer be frozen.    

    

Denean pursed her lips, slightly frowning as she made up her mind.    

    

Because she was wearing a hood, no one could see her face, but those who were familiar with her knew that if she took off the hood, it would attract the attention of countless men around her.    

    

The people at the front of the group pulled their carts one by one, bought the Black Crystal and left.    

    

It was finally Denean's turn.    

    

She handed over the pieces of silver and said softly, "Two taels for fifty catties."    

    

The peddler glanced at Denean and swiftly placed the silver pieces on the table on a scale that had been polished till it was glossy and shiny. He looked at the scale of the scale and quickly wrote two words on a list of goods: 50. He then handed the goods to Denean.    

    

Denean took the goods receipt and turned around. She pulled up a small flat cart that had been left by the side and went to find the carriages under the western gate of the city.    

    

The leader of the horse carriage took the goods receipt from Denean and looked at the numbers on it. He then said to the workers behind him, "50 Jin, unload."    

    

Even though it was snowing, the workers could not stand the heat for a long time, so they all took off their coats, some of them even bare-chested.    

    

The Black Crystal s were placed one by one on a five foot square platform, the scale on top of them gradually nearing rise.    

    

After the mark reached 50, the worker waved his hand and said in a coarse voice, "Hurry up and act, hurry up and act."    

    

Denean looked at the scale, then bent over and stretched out her arms to carry the Black Crystal onto her own carriage, piece by piece. Of the other families, at least two or three people came at the same time to pull the Black Crystal. Only she was alone, so the speed at which the carriage was being loaded naturally slowed down by a lot.    

    

After the next buyer handed in the order, Denean's Black Crystal still kept a portion of them on the scale. A worker impatiently said, "Why are you alone? Where did the rest of the family go? "Hurry up."    

    

Denean pointed at the indicated platform and said softly, "Since the platform is so big, I'll leave the rest here. You can move them up to the platform first, and when you're done, I'll be done."    

    

The worker glared at him, but there was nothing he could say. He could only try his best to move the Black Crystal s onto the platform one by one.    

    

Denean silently carried the Black Crystal s from the weighing platform to her own carriage.    

    

Not long after, Denean finished carrying the Black Crystal, she reached out to wipe her forehead, pulled up her carriage, and prepared to leave.    

    

Beside the weighing platform, the worker who was moving the Black Crystal glanced at the measuring scale on the weighing platform. He was puzzled for a moment, but he could not see anything.    

    

Denean pulled the flatcar and started walking toward the city.    

    

At this moment, the leader of the horse carriage shouted, "Stop!"    

    

Denean's body trembled slightly, but she did not stop. Her steps quickened a little.    

    

The carriage captain's face darkened as he caught up with Denean. He stretched his hand out and made a grabbing motion on the carriage. "I told you to stop. Did you not have ears?"