Summit Farmer
Chapter 1751 - 1749: County Guard

Chapter 1751: Chapter 1749: County Guard

"Martial Artist level, huh?" Kane Nelson glanced at Peter Brown but showed no sign of curiosity. For them, birth at the Martial Artist level was ordinary. He knew about Peter buying the medicinal soak, and he was only somewhat curious about the numerous crystal cores Peter had brought out.

"Yes, it really does require soaking in the medicinal liquid first to adapt to the conditions here. I should no longer face the risk of a physical collapse, right?"

"Your body won’t collapse, but those Lower Realm items you brought will certainly be destroyed, probably within the next two days."

"Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Now that I’m here, I must adapt to the ways of this place. Those are just external possessions."

"It’s good that you think this way. Do you have any crystal cores left?"

"I actually don’t have any left."

"Whether you have them or not, from now on, you are a soldier in the County Guard Army. Come with me."

"County Guard?"

"Yes, the current situation isn’t good at all. The Honorable Magistrate has tasked me with forming the County Guard Army, and he specifically named you to join the military. Work hard, and if you can defeat enemies, you might get a chance to advance. Only then will your safety be somewhat assured at a higher level. Otherwise, once the current promotion quota fills up, you’ll be in danger of falling back down."

"What’s this about a quota?"

"You should have a stele in your Brain Domain by now," Kane Nelson said, looking at Peter.

"Right, the appearance of this stele is really strange. How did it suddenly appear?"

"It’s because of the Heavenly Dao. Nobody can explain it clearly. Let me put it this way, when we were not so strong, the Heavenly Dao controlled our fate. Once we become powerful enough, the Heavenly Dao can no longer govern us, and that is when we attain saintliness, escaping its jurisdiction."

"Oh, I see."

"Don’t think too much about it now. You are far too distant from that level; your priority should be to stay alive."

"That’s true. I am currently at the Martial Artist level and cannot afford to drop any lower!"

"Yes, once you reach the Martial Artist level, you have embarked on the path of promotion. You must advance to the Martial Artist Level within one year; otherwise, you will be eliminated – and this is no joke."

"There’s such a rule!"

Peter Brown was also startled.

"Don’t worry. Now that the lord has ordered me to establish the County Guard Army, and you are a part of it, you will inevitably be involved in combat, whether you like it or not. Start by mastering the cultivation technique and those three sword techniques you’ve been given."

The two were conversing when they arrived at a barracks.

Upon arriving, Peter saw numerous individuals already there, many at the Martial Master Level or higher; there were very few at the Martial Artist level like him.

Kane Nelson took the stage, gathered everyone together, and began assigning personnel; Peter was placed in the logistics team, led by a Martial Master level expert named Aman White.

Soon, Aman White gathered everyone and swept his gaze over the group, then said, "I don’t care about your individual circumstances. From now on, you answer to me. We are all on the Sacred Path. Although our foundation isn’t strong, no one knows how things will develop next. Here in the Land of the Sanctuary, everything depends on opportunity. If you seize it, you can rise; otherwise, there’s no chance for you to ascend, and the consequence is death—especially for you Martial Artists. If you do not reach the Martial Master Level within a year, your only outcome is elimination."

Their daily requirement was cultivation. After Aman White finished speaking, he let everyone find their place to cultivate.

Peter greeted another Martial Artist in his team, and the man, sensing a kinship upon recognizing Peter’s situation, smiled and said, "I know you. You’re from the Lower Realm."

"Mate, I have a question. Here, people are born at the Martial Artist level and face elimination if they don’t advance to Martial Master Level within a year. You’ve been here more than a year, haven’t you?"

With an awkward smile, the man replied, "My name is Larry Wilson. I was at the Martial Master Level, but I kept avoiding combat and fell down through the ranks. Here, it’s true that people are born at the Martial Artist level, but here’s something different for you: the punishment doesn’t start until one is eighteen years old. Until then, if you have the means, you can promote endlessly; if not, that’s fine too, as long as you’re under eighteen."

"So, starting from eighteen, if you don’t upgrade within a year, you get eliminated?"

"Exactly, that’s the situation."

Peter realized he needed to rethink everything he knew about this place; many aspects were beyond his understanding.

Looking around cautiously, Larry Wilson whispered, "Our county is in danger. You wouldn’t know, but there are rebel armies all around; the neighboring county has already been breached. The army that has been formed here stands no chance against them!"

"Really?"

"You don’t seem too aware of what’s going on here," Peter replied.

"Indeed, I’m not too familiar."

Peter indeed was not very familiar with the local situations.

Sighing, Larry continued, "Let me tell you, there are ten countries on this continent, and these countries have been at war continuously; there is no safe place. Our Shang Kingdom is also fragmented and plagued by revolts; rebels attack everywhere, and local strong figures each hold sway over different areas. Sunny County, being central, is a prime military target. Currently, Prince Samuel is in charge here, but it’s tough for him. He’s being targeted by several princes, so in reality, the Honorable Magistrate’s aim isn’t really to protect the county but to save himself."

"I don’t quite understand what you’re saying. Besides us, aren’t there other military forces in the county that could put up a fight?"

Laughing, Larry replied, "Different factions within the county do not obey each other; how can we fight a war like this? Let me tell you, we’ll end up being the lord’s bodyguards, helping him to escape Sunny County. The lord’s daughter is Prince Samuel’s concubine."

That’s yet another twist!

Peter finally began to grasp the general situation here. No wonder the county was organizing so many Guest Ministers—they were planning an escape.

"Little brother, keep your wits about you and just stick close to the lord," Larry advised.