"Really unaffected?"
On the way back to the coal mining area, Zhou Bing repeatedly confirmed.
Thinking about the experience panel, Tang Wen had no choice but to say, "Yes, I can feel it. Even if his ability were stronger, it wouldn't make a difference."
"Even stronger, it wouldn't matter?" Zhou Bing's eyes sparkled.
"No, it wouldn't. I was pretending at first, just to lure him into lowering his shield and exposing a weakness. Otherwise, I could have defeated him, but not killed him."
After saying this, Tang Wen's mind wandered to what cultivation methods he should choose to practice once he returned to the camp.
Speaking of which, since he had made a significant contribution this time, shouldn't he receive some extra rewards?
A house—he wanted one with a pond.
Was three hundred taels of silver a bit too little?
His thoughts scattered.
Completely unaware of the admiration in Zhou Bing's eyes: I was on the field too, but my "Husband-Bane" ability was completely suppressed by his "Doom Art"!
Yet Tang Wen's "Immunity to Doom" ability completely countered his.
Therefore, "Husband-Bane" < "Doom Art" < "Immunity to Doom"!
So, Tang Wen and I...
"Brother Tang Wen!"
Their thoughts were interrupted as Zhang Lin, An Lei, and a few familiar faces approached.
Tang Wen fell slightly behind and greeted them.
This girl is quite beautiful.
Zhou Bing narrowed her eyes, sitting up straight, her gaze traveling up from An Lei's legs.
Only when she reached above the waist did she relax her posture.
From Tang Wen's occasional glances in daily life, she posed a threat, but not a significant one.
But looking at her slightly cold, pretty face and her similar demeanor, Zhou Bing couldn't help but straighten her chest: I'm probably better, right?
Zhou Bing quietly pricked up her ears, listening to their conversation behind her.
An Lei didn't speak much, but her words always seemed to invite Tang Wen to practice martial arts together.
Practice martial arts together?
Zhou Bing couldn't help but recall Tang Wen's perfect physique under his coat.
No way!
They absolutely cannot practice martial arts together!
In that moment, Team Leader Zhou thought of many ways to prevent it, such as having team members take turns training Tang Wen every day.
Assigning him tasks to keep him occupied.
Or even personally practicing underwater cultivation with him.
Lost in her thoughts, they arrived at the open-pit coal mining area. The news had already spread, and the place was filled with laughter and joy.
The coal miners, who had been ready to move back to the camp and return to farming, were now overjoyed at the unexpected turn of events that allowed them to continue working.
Being a worker is better than farming!
Mining coal is hard work, but they get meals, oily dishes, enough to eat, and wages.
With such a good job, who would want to go back to the camp and plant foxtail millet?
General Zhou was delighted. He first praised everyone who participated in the martial arts competition.
Then he specifically commended Zhou Bing and Tang Wen.
Under the gaze of everyone, the two became the heroes of the camp.
Dinner was lavish—mixed stew, cornbread, and roasted sweet potatoes were plentiful.
What made it lavish was mainly the variety in the mixed stew: mushrooms, fatty meat slices, chicken pieces, vegetarian meatballs, and all sorts of other ingredients.
"It's so bitter." After saying this, Zhou Bing herself was surprised. It was just a bowl of medicine—why was she being so fussy?
"Here, I have some brown sugar." Tang Wen took a piece of brown sugar from his pocket, poured hot water into the bowl, and handed it to her.
Just smelling it, before even taking a sip.
Zhou Bing miraculously found that she no longer felt the bitterness.
After taking a sip, it was fragrant and sweet.
"Even better than honey water."
"Honey water? Is there honey for sale in the camp?" Tang Wen casually asked.
"Well, there is in Black Mountain Camp. We brought a lot of supplies on this trip, so we might trade for some honey."
After drinking the warm sugar water, Zhou Bing felt a comforting warmth spread through her body, feeling incredibly comfortable. It even seemed like her internal injuries had healed.
Camps often traded with each other, exchanging goods as needed.
As long as they weren't in a state of conflict, Flame Camp's own merchant caravans were constantly out doing business.
"Don't let your guard down tonight," Commander Zhao came over and instructed everyone.
Turning his head, he specifically addressed the two of them: "How are your injuries?", "Is little Tang full?", "Come visit your Sister Bing at home later."
"Mm, okay."
Tang Wen had graduated from being called by his full name to the affectionate "little Tang."
Commander Zhao went off to arrange the night's defenses.
Then, General Zhou himself arrived.
In the camp, he was second only to one person.
"Uncle."
"Bing'er is doing well."
After checking on his niece, General Zhou turned to Tang Wen, who was standing at attention: "Little Tang fought very well!"
After a few words of praise, he changed the subject: "Earlier on the arena, it seemed like you were completely unaffected by the opponent's 'Doom Art'?"
Tang Wen nodded, thinking that as expected of uncle and niece, they focused on the same thing: "Yes, General. I suspect I might be immune to such misfortune-related abilities."
"Immune? Are you sure?" General Zhou pressed: "If we encounter such enemies again, we'll still need you to handle them."
"Certain. When he cursed me, I clearly felt something different, but it just blew past me like the wind."
"Good, that's good! Go back and train hard. Come have a meal with Bing'er at home when you have time."
"..."
After seeing General Zhou off, Zhou Bing's face flushed. Tang Wen caught on: What does that mean? It couldn't be what I'm thinking, could it?
He shook his head, feeling he must be overthinking it.
Sister Bing definitely didn't have that ridiculous "husband-killing" ability.
Others might not understand, but someone as capable as General Zhou surely would.
He probably knows I live with Sister Bing and thinks we're close, so he invited me to dinner.
Shaking his head, he dismissed the unreliable thoughts.
He turned and asked: "Sister Bing, are there any basic Cultivation Methods in our camp? The kind that strengthens the body?"
Zhou Bing: Don't you want to ask about something else?
At this moment, Tang Wen really didn't.
This martial arts experience had brought out his insecurities.
After all, even someone like General Zhou had to compromise outside.
Zhou Bing, as General Zhou's own niece, also had to fight desperately.
And himself, he had also gone up and fought. If it weren't for the experience panel unexpectedly coming into play, this battle would have been difficult, and getting injured might have been the least of it.
With all these factors combined, it would be strange if he felt secure!
Full and satisfied, Tang Wen lay on the haystack, reviewing today's martial arts competition.
The opponent's abilities were bizarre, otherwise they probably wouldn't have been able to beat Zhou Bing.
Overall, he was quite satisfied with his performance.
Tang Wen actually didn't like this kind of public competition.
He preferred to quietly carry out assassinations, like sneaking into the enemy's lair and leaving a trail of bodies, but never letting them know who had infiltrated.
Competing in martial arts in front of everyone made it easy to be remembered.
But in the end, it all came down to insufficient strength.
Otherwise, just charging in and killing everyone would have been much more satisfying.
At night, the other members of Hunting Team One went on night duty.
Tang Wen and Zhou Bing rested in the room.
The former slept on straw, while the latter slept on the bed.
Zhou Bing offered to share the bed, but Tang Wen shook his head and refused, saying that the patient needed proper rest.
In the middle of the night, Zhou Bing heard some noise.
Opening her eyes, she saw Tang Wen standing up in the darkness.
She focused her gaze and saw that Tang Wen was putting on his armor.
"What are you doing getting dressed in the middle of the night?"
"Sister Bing, you're awake. Something feels off," Tang Wen said with a serious tone.
"What?" Zhou Bing sat up, her fair neck resembling that of a swan.
Tang Wen explained, "I have a keen sense of danger. I just woke up from a nightmare. Something might be about to happen."
After briefly explaining, he helped Zhou Bing into her armor as well.
He quietly led her out the door.
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