CHAPTER 275: 233

It seemed like the car in front suddenly stopped, and the car behind drove past and flipped it over. Everyone in the back passed out, and when they woke up, they all lay on the ground, the battalion commander and that young man turned into charred corpses.

"You guys think so?" He turned his head and asked the four soldiers holding the background cloth. "And another thing, it’s fine that we passed out, but what happened to you guys, the accident didn’t even involve you?"

The four of them had a moment of discomfort on their faces; they couldn’t remember how they had fainted. Hearing the noise that day, they came to check and inexplicably passed out. How they were hit, the four had no memory whatsoever. What happened in their dreams after they fainted that day, they decided to bury the secret in their hearts forever, to take it to the grave, never to see the light of day—it was too shameful, too indescribable.

Mr. Mo’s face stiffened. Although he didn’t want to talk about that day’s event, he put on his elder’s authority, his expression stern, "Eat your food and keep calm. Don’t ask this and that. Judging by your energy, you can dig up two more plots of land this afternoon for planting vegetables." He really thought he couldn’t discipline them.

The four visibly sighed with relief. Su Zhouzhi obviously couldn’t beat Mr. Mo; he always had to butt in, which they truly couldn’t understand.

"Why?" Su Qing objected. "Why don’t they have to?"

Daring to talk back to him, they were lawless,

"Why? Because your battalion commander is in my hands," Mr. Hu snorted coldly. "If you want him to recover quickly, you’ll have to listen to me."

Su Qing pursed his lips and said no more, and Mr. Mo was satisfied. This kid was too annoying, causing trouble every few days, without any consideration for an old man like him.

Suddenly, Mr. Mo saw Lan Tian appearing at the door and his face lit up with joy.

"Girl, you’re back." He pointed to a spot for Lan Tian to come over. "You haven’t had breakfast yet, come and eat. No wonder I heard magpies chirping this morning; it turns out the girl had returned."

"Grandpa." Lan Tian smiled, her eyes curved, and she walked over.

After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, the body sheds its mortal flesh and evolves into a spiritual body. Cultivators can cease consuming food, as their growth halts and they refrain from eating worldly foods to prevent the accumulation of impurities in the body—the Spiritual Energy in the Dantian fully sustains the spiritual body. Of course, this doesn’t mean they can’t eat; foods containing rich Spiritual Energy, such as Spiritual Vegetables and spiritual birds, can still be consumed, and some can even enhance Cultivation.

There were no such Spirit Energy-containing things in this world, except for the Spiritual Vegetables grown in Lan Tian’s Storage Basin.

Lan Tian wouldn’t refuse the old man’s kindness; she could simply spend some time later eliminating any impurities.

When Su Qing saw Lan Tian, he put down his cutlery to run over, "Sister-in-law, you’ve finally returned. The battalion commander is in bad shape, you should go have a look right away."

In Su Qing’s heart, Mo Junhua always came first, loyalty incarnate. Having subordinate like this was simply doggone luck for Mo Junhua, and Su Qing was not the only deeply loyal subordinate.

Those four soldiers, upon seeing Lan Tian’s stunning face, had their spirits momentarily shaken. Forgive them, having been in the army for so many years, they had barely seen any women, let alone such a beautiful girl. They envied the man lying on the second floor, but it was only for a moment before they looked away.

A Military Wife is a group of people all soldiers admire.

"What’s the rush, he won’t die if you wait a moment. Look at you, always so uptight, lacking composure. If you were on the battlefield, this behavior would be serving the enemy. Didn’t you see your Camp Commander’s Wife just got back? She hasn’t even had breakfast; where’s the energy to see a patient?" Mr. Mo, quick-witted and agile, grabbed Su Qing, who was about to run over, and gave him a scolding.

"Sister-in-law, hello." The four soldiers, who had been standing quietly in the background, stood up to greet Lan Tian.

"Hello to you all." Lan Tian nodded in greeting, giving Su Qing a comforting smile. Seeing Lan Tian, Su Qing’s heart, which had been heavy for months, finally settled. With the Camp Commander’s Wife so capable, she would surely cure the battalion commander.

Lan Tian only had a small bowl of thin porridge. Mr. Mo saw this and asked worriedly, "Why are you eating so little?"

"I’m not hungry yet, just eating a bit to fill my stomach, I’ll eat more when I’m hungry later." Lan Tian found an excuse. It wasn’t appropriate to say, your granddaughter has become an Immortal, she doesn’t need to eat anymore.

After finishing the meal, Mr. Mo still planned to chat with Lan Tian about family matters. Su Qing was very anxious, looking eagerly at the two, "Military Wife, let’s go visit the battalion commander."

Mr. Mo didn’t tease him and led Lan Tian upstairs. Su Qing followed behind. The four soldiers looked at each other, took up their hoes, and left. There was nothing for them to do here; they should go dig their pits since a new batch of fruit saplings had been delivered to the camp and needed to be planted promptly.

The two guards at the door stood at attention and saluted Mr. Mo as he approached, their gazes briefly passing over Su Qing. There was no need to mention Su Qing; they all knew him, as he would come by frequently without fail. As they glanced at Lan Tian, the bodies of the two security guards tensed up. This girl gave them a dangerous feeling, as if by instinct they knew they couldn’t beat her.

"This is my granddaughter, the person she came here for," Mr. Mo introduced Lan Tian beside him.

Upon hearing this, the two guards looked at each other and gave Lan Tian a military salute.

Pushing open the door, Mr. Mo led Lan Tian inside. Su Qing stood at the entrance, looked at the two guards, then tentatively stepped in. This time the guards didn’t stop him. Su Qing scratched his head, still feeling a bit unnatural.

Arriving at the bedside of the two, Lan Tian paused for a second, then turned to Mo Junhua’s side.

The charred black layer caused by the lightning strike on Mo Junhua had peeled off partially, revealing the new, pink flesh that had grown underneath, pockmarked and looking a bit horrific, but the body was recovering well. After eating her Spiritual Medicine, there was a vigorous vitality within his body, not at all like someone about to die.

How strange, why hasn’t he woken up?

Lan Tian narrowed her eyes, her Divine Sense sweeping over Mo Junhua’s body. The ribs she had broken before had healed, and there were no internal injuries. Logically, he should have awakened by now. Why hasn’t he still?

Looking at the man on the bed, the light in Lan Tian’s eyes was murky and unclear.

Lan Tian had never thought that Mo Junhua would sacrifice his life for her. Or perhaps Lan Tian vaguely understood in her heart that Mo Junhua of this life would do this for her. However, Mo Junhua of this life was not the same Mo Junhua from her past life who would sacrifice anything for his future. Guessing in her heart was one thing, but witnessing it personally was another matter.

"What should I do with you? Mo Junhua, what you’ve done really puts me in a difficult position," Lan Tian murmured silently. Her cheap Master had told her that she and Mo Junhua had a karmic bond of three lifetimes. In this life, she had to repay Mo Junhua’s affections, otherwise she would struggle to achieve Immortal Cultivation and ask for God’s guidance.

If Lan Tian said she wasn’t moved, that would be lying. But that was only momentary; once past, the feelings of being moved also gradually faded.

"Grandpa, has Mo Junhua been like this the past few months, lying unconscious on the bed? Has anything special happened?" Lan Tian sat beside the bed, her hand on Mo Junhua’s wrist, drawing a sliver of Spiritual Energy into his body, checking his condition. To the onlookers, it appeared she was taking Mo Junhua’s pulse.

Mr. Mo thought for a moment and shook his head, "No, it’s been like this all the time, and Ji Feng over there is the same."

Mr. Mo strictly followed Lan Tian’s instructions. Every other day, he fed them one pill and continued until they were finished; the plaster was changed every three or four days, without any abnormalities. What Mr. Mo didn’t say was that out of curiosity, he had taken a hammer and chipped away at the charred layers on their bodies. Once, he didn’t control his strength and knocked off a large piece, which nearly gave him a heart attack from fear. He never did it again after that, but not seeing any adverse effects, he chipped away a few more times occasionally, discovering no problems, and eventually gave up, turning to study the plasters that Lan Tian gave.

Spiritual Energy circulated once through Mo Junhua’s body, finding no injuries or hidden dangers. Lan Tian furrowed her brows slightly, pondered for a few seconds, and then withdrew her Spiritual Energy. There was no problem with the body, so the problem must lie in the brain. She pressed a finger to Mo Junhua’s forehead, drawing out a sliver of Divine Sense and entering his Sea of Consciousness through it. As soon as her Divine Sense entered, it was repelled by a strong force.

A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. During the Qi Cultivation Stage, her Divine Sense couldn’t enter Mo Junhua’s Sea of Consciousness; now that she was at Foundation Establishment, she still couldn’t enter. This was really bizarre. She drew out a sliver of Divine Sense, concentrated it into a voice, "Mo Junhua, Mo Junhua, wake up, it’s Lan Tian."

After calling several times, Lan Tian found that Mo Junhua had a response; even though it was just a slight movement, the eyeballs under his eyelids moved and Lan Tian, who had been paying close attention to him, saw it. Lan Tian lowered her eyes, contemplating, then once more entered Mo Junhua’s Sea of Consciousness. This time her Divine Sense entered without any obstruction.