Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 165 Fooling and Ridicule

Night had fallen.

The Azure Dragon, wearing a green mask, had once again filled the cloth bag at his waist.

At this moment, he stood calmly before the thick forest barrier he had created, feeling the increasingly close tremors.

Not far behind him, Zhuque, carrying an archer and with his head drooping, also walked over dejectedly.

"Old man, are we going to fail the mission? You've run out of saplings..."

The old man did not respond immediately upon hearing this.

Instead, he raised his head and looked through the gaps in the leaves at the distant sky, where the sky was beginning to lighten, his expression inscrutable.

"...Nine hours have passed..."

He muttered to himself, then touched the bulging cloth bag at his waist before slowly pacing back and turning to look at the dejected Zhuque.

"Kid, don't be so dejected. It's only an hour. I can still hold out."

The words fell.

Perhaps sensing the other party's calm and unperturbed tone, Zhuque, who had been hanging her head, put on a surprised expression and looked at the old man.

"Huh? Old man, do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?"

"Then use it quickly! I can tell from the sound that it won't be long before it gets through!"

He spoke excitedly, then suddenly pulled up the short bow he was holding, but the next moment, his hand froze at his lower back.

His expression fell again.

Although the mask obscures his expression, he gives the impression of a bird tucking its head under its wings on a rainy day.

"Sorry, old man, I've run out of arrows..."

"These people kept sending out flying creatures to harass and scout us. I was using them very sparingly, but I still ran out of them..."

Noticing his expression, the old man simply smiled indifferently.

He took two steps forward, reached out his wrinkled hand, placed it on the top of the other person's short hair, and gently stroked it twice.

"There's no need to blame yourself, kid. You've already done this old man a great favor."

After saying this, Qinglong withdrew his hand and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Your magic weapon must be badly damaged too, right?"

Upon hearing this, Suzaku, who had been hanging her head and looking dejected, raised her beloved short bow.

He stroked the arched spine, noticing the crack that had appeared out of nowhere, his voice tinged with heartache.

"Well... According to the boss, we self-taught people only know how to use them, not how to nurture them. We'll just waste the essence of the magical treasures that are meant to be passed down through generations, and they'll only end up breaking one day."

As he spoke, he glanced enviously at the bamboo basket that the old man Qinglong was carrying on his back.

"My precious bow and arrows, if only they were a superior treasure like your bamboo basket, old man, so they wouldn't break..."

"I'll carry two more quiver quivers then, I'll definitely be the best! I..."

The boy's stubborn voice echoed in the dim night air of the forest.

An old man stroking his beard watched quietly with a smile in his eyes.

After the short man finished his chattering, he finally spoke slowly.

"Since we've run out of arrows, let's not use them for now."

"Put away the precious bow first. Maybe you'll learn the proper cultivation methods in the future and be able to protect the magic weapon."

"Since the precious bow is temporarily unusable, it just so happens that I have a favor to ask you."

As he spoke, the old man rummaged around at his lower back for a while and took out two cloth bags, each about the size of a baby's fist.

The color is a simple gray.

On the front of one of the pockets, there is a cartoon sapling pattern with two leaves sewn onto the green fabric.

He first handed the one with the pattern to Suzaku, who looked puzzled, and then handed over the other one without a pattern.

"This one is for you, kid. And please pass the second one on to Chief Yue."

Since you can't help me for the time being, then run errands for this old man.

"Luckily, you can fly. Since they're no longer sending scouts, just fly around the ravine and out of the mountains. There's a village with red stones at the crossroads; someone will be there to meet you..."

After hearing these words, Zhuque nodded, put the two bags away, and felt a strange, indescribable feeling in his heart.

I couldn't help but look up again at the smiling old man and ask him a question.

"Old man, I'm leaving now. What will you do then? There's no car to pick you up. It's so far from the city, and your legs aren't very strong."

Faced with this series of questions, Qinglong simply stroked his beard and shook his head slightly.

"Silly boy, you could have waited for me at the rendezvous point. What? You brat, you want to take a car and leave while this old man with his cane chases after you?"

He pretended to be annoyed and raised his hand as if to slap her.

Seeing this move, Suzaku was very quick and immediately took a step back, retreating several meters.

Immediately afterwards, it jumped up on the spot and transformed back into that large bird with red feathers, flying towards the back of the mountain.

He shouted as he flew.

"You hot-tempered old man! I'll go wait for you over there! I'll fly to the boss's place after you get there!"

The sound gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing completely into the night.

At this moment, the expression on the old man's face slowly faded, and finally returned to a calm and still expression.

Only after watching the red figure disappear completely from sight did he turn around.

He looked at the massive wooden wall, which was already visible to the naked eye and was shaking incessantly, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"One hour..."

As he muttered to himself, the old man reached into his robes and tremblingly took out a small, exquisite, smooth and soft brocade pouch.

It didn't match his plain, gray outfit at all.

The old man seemed quite skilled as he untied the tightly bound clasps on the cloth bundle, one by one.

Wait until the entire cloth bag is opened.

Two small, exquisite, brownish-green saplings, seemingly carved from some kind of jade, appeared in his palm.

Looking at the saplings that resembled some kind of exquisite work of art, a hint of appreciation and regret flickered in the old man's usually calm eyes.

But it only lasted a moment.

Then his gaze hardened.

Staggering steps, they arrived at the tree wall that was shaking incessantly, as if it were about to be breached at any moment.

Carefully plant several saplings at intervals.

He then reached into the large cloth bag at his waist, grabbed a handful of Jiamu Essence Dust, and sprinkled it on the saplings in front of him.

As the white powder fell, tiny specks of green fluorescence, like fireflies, floated up in the night.

After waiting a while, the sapling showed no change.

The old man was not anxious. He reached into the cloth bag again, grabbed a handful of white powder, and scattered it again.

More green fluorescence emerged, resembling a dense cluster of stars against the backdrop of the night.

At this moment, the two saplings, which looked like works of art, finally began to change.

It began to wriggle and rapidly swell and grow taller.

The old man with the green mask also cautiously took two steps back, watching the changes in front of him intently.

As the sapling swells and grows, its branches extend.

Soon, just like other plants that were grown by the powder, two robust giant trees appeared before our eyes.

Unlike other trees, these two are similar in height and shape.

The trunk is a smooth, brownish-green color, while the emerald green branches and leaves on the crown are like jade, bright and translucent.

Beneath this exquisite beauty lies consistent violence.

The walls of trees growing side by side, under the extending lush green branches, are easily pierced and squeezed open as if they were tofu.

It emitted a series of muffled sounds, like firecrackers exploding.

Even the smallest leaf on a tree seems to carry the weight of a giant sword, cutting open the surrounding trees with countless cracks as it grows.

Once everything calmed down, the two extraordinary trees covered a large area in front of them with their canopies, like a new emerald green barrier.

The old man who witnessed this scene was also deeply shocked, but his expression turned to one of satisfaction.

"Oh dear~ I've been so reluctant to use it, so reluctant to use it... But I've finally seen this spirit tree grow up! Wow, so beautiful... What a magnificent tree..."

Seeing this, the cheerful old man Qinglong was also full of appreciation and slowly walked towards the tree canopy that was not high off the ground.

Because it had just been used, the loosely tied pocket tilted, spilling out like quicksand, and landed on the ground.

The ground, which originally only had some moss, quickly spread into lush green grass.

Seeds of various shrubs and weeds hatched and grew rapidly.

Wildflowers and dandelions sprout, grow into plants, bloom, and are sown, quickly blossoming.

But the old man Qinglong didn't care about any of this. He simply walked slowly to the lush green canopy that was so close at hand.

I gently stroked each of the glistening leaves.

However, contrary to its soft appearance, the old man's calloused, thick hands brought a slight, sharp pain when they touched it. He was also surprised to see specks of crimson on the leaves.

He pulled his hand back and glanced at it, only to find that his palm had been cut by some sharp weapon, with long, narrow cuts oozing strings of scarlet blood.

"Good... truly extraordinary... In that case, holding out until dawn should be enough, right?"

With that thought in mind, the old man ignored the wound on his palm and plopped down on the soft grass.

They ignored the leaked treasure pockets, letting the grass and trees fill the area, and the cycle continued endlessly.

I just watched quietly as the tree-covered wall began to crack.

I don't know how long I waited.

next moment.

"boom!!"

There was a loud bang.

A hole the size of a human head appeared.

Behind the hole, a fist, shaped like a clay pot and gleaming with a metallic sheen, was revealed.

Subsequently, only a tree trunk less than one meter thick remained for protection.

With each relentless pounding of the two giant metal fists, a gap wide enough for a person to pass through was quickly blasted open.

At this moment, the owner of the two fists was also exposed to view.

A burly commander with a full head of white hair and beard stood prominently at the entrance of the hole.

But at this time.

That tight-fitting top-class uniform had been reduced to shreds at some point, with only a few pieces of tattered cloth proving its existence.

What should have been flesh and blood on the chest and arms was covered with a metallic sheen, covering every inch of skin.

The bulging muscles, encased in metal, looked like an impregnable fortress.

At this moment, having finally broken through the last layer of protection, he excitedly widened his eyes, which were as big as copper bells, and grinned heartily.

"Hahaha! What other tricks do you have, you thief? Come and die!"

As he spoke, he rushed toward the figure sitting on the ground not far away.

As for the two lonely trees and their canopies standing between the two of them, he completely ignored them.

Thinking that he could rely on his upper body, covered with a protective magic weapon as tough as copper and iron, to directly break through.

But the next moment.

A scene that surprised everyone unfolded.

As his massive body, resembling a small metal giant, collided with the thin tree branch...

The expected scenario of it rushing over or tearing the branches apart did not occur.

Instead, it emitted a buzzing sound like metal clashing.

"Ding!!"

Despite the impact, the seemingly slender leaves and branches remained completely still.

Instead, the imposing figure, who seemed like a charging chariot, was sent flying backward.

He fell directly to the feet of the other four commanders who followed closely behind.

Lying on his back on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief, he reached out to try to prop himself up.

However, the next moment, a surge of blood rushed out, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah, cough cough! What the hell is this?!"

Not only was he shocked, but the four other commanders behind him were equally shocked.

Although the position of commander may not necessarily mean being the most capable fighter in the entire operation, it certainly doesn't mean being bad at it.

Of the group, the muscular guy lying on the ground is the strongest.

Its fighting style is fierce, with its entire body covered in defensive magical artifacts, which, combined with its robust physique, makes it even more destructive.

When the magic weapon is activated, even if it is hit by gunfire, it will only cause a small amount of damage to one's blood and energy, and can even charge forward under a hail of bullets.

When it attacks, it's like a small tank.

As a result, now they can't even handle a small twig?
This is clearly impossible.

Now anyone could see the strangeness of the two unknown trees blocking their way.

After helping the injured old man with muscular muscles to his feet, the four of them took out various magical treasures.

This time, however, no one dared to step forward and attack.

Instead, he cautiously gazed at the masked old man sitting on a patch of lush green grass not far away.

"Who are you?! Why are you obstructing the Special Operations Bureau's work?!"

The authoritative question reached the ears of the old man Qinglong, but he received no response whatsoever.

All they saw was the old man picking an unknown wildflower from the ground in front of him.

next moment.

The wildflower then visibly took root and sprouted again, and then another flower of the same color appeared in the same spot.

After doing all this, the old man finally spoke in his frail voice.

"...Me? My name is Qinglong. As for why I'm stopping you, there's a reason for that."

"But don't worry, everyone who went into the mountain is safe and sound. As long as you can break through the old man's defenses, you can rescue them."

These calm words, carried by the cold night wind, drifted into everyone's ears.

The group was somewhat annoyed by the other party's nonchalant and indifferent attitude.

Hearing that the person he was supposed to rescue was alright, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the sense of urgency in his heart lessened.

At this moment.

A stern-faced middle-aged commander stepped forward and tried to persuade the enemy to surrender in a serious tone.

But the commander spoke for a long time without receiving any response, only getting a single sentence at the end.

"Not bad, that's a good official tone, it sounds like a retired senior cadre."

"I have an old classmate who speaks in a similar tone to you, so you two must have a lot in common."

"It's a pity, he was beaten to death in the street last year."

With just one sentence, he pushed the person back again.

What followed was a series of threats, inducements, and attempts to persuade them to surrender, with various styles of tactics being employed one after another.

But the old man sitting on the ground ignored him completely, only occasionally replying with a word or two, which was quite infuriating.

The calmer they remained, the more cautious the people trapped in the strange magic became, and they dared not make any rash moves.

Several times, some people got annoyed and swung their fists, trying to break through the barrier of leaves and branches in front of them.

But just like the first time, they were all bounced back and injured.

The stalemate continued for quite some time.

Finally, one of the commanders, whose magical artifact was a giant pair of scissors, couldn't resist stepping forward and using his artifact to attack the tree branch.

"Click~"

However, this time, just when everyone thought it would be fruitless, a clicking sound was heard.

A perfectly square block, made of branches and leaves, suddenly fell to the ground and rolled several times.

This surprised everyone.

Then, the commander, realizing what was happening, excitedly brandished his large scissors and charged forward.

With a series of clicking sounds, a road for people to pass through was cleared in just a few breaths.

A group of people carrying various weapons surged out.

And they were the first to rush out.

The muscular old man, whose entire upper body was covered in bright silver metal, rushed towards the masked man sitting or lying on the ground with a furious expression.

He swung his fist, which was about the same thickness as the opponent's waist, and slammed it into the opponent's chest.

Then, a crisp sound of bones breaking was heard.

The old man, who was sitting or lying on the ground, wearing a green mask and exuding an air of mystery, was sent flying far away like a tattered sack by this punch.

Finally, it rolled around on the ground a few times before stopping.

Meanwhile, the mask had already rolled to the side during the tumbling.

A mocking smile stretched across an old, wrinkled face.

His murky eyes looked defiantly at the crowd that was gradually gathering around him.

"Cough cough... Silly..."

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

A mocking smile froze on his face.

(End of this chapter)