His Life Is Really Tough (Seeking Readership)

[Sacrificed the soul of a lesser demon, gained 265 experience points]

A panel notification flashed before Chen Xian's eyes as he gasped for breath, his saber still in hand.

Just then, Ding Chen and his four companions cut down another wolf demon.

Chen Xian's eyes flickered. He threw his saber, which accurately embedded itself in the wolf demon's head, killing it as it tried to rise.

[Sacrificed the soul of a lesser demon, gained 139 experience points]

The panel notified him again.

Chen Xian braced himself on his knees, panting heavily.

He had struck gold tonight. He had killed all twelve wolf demons, each one granting over 100 experience points.

But the fifteen of them had suffered heavy casualties.

Ding Chen and his four companions slumped to the ground, looking powerlessly at Chen Xian.

This was the third time!

If it weren't for Chen Xian, they would have died three times over!

Ding Chen's blood-stained eyes glinted with cold malice. Perhaps he had been ambushed from the very first wolf demon.

It was the same with the tiger demon last time, and even more obvious this time.

Why would the Demon Slayer Soldiers leave twelve wolf demons alive?

The more Ding Chen thought about it, the more his anger surged.

"Li Sheng!"

He roared, scrambling to his feet.

Chen Xian and the others were taken aback.

Li Sheng?

Seeing everyone staring at him, Ding Chen suppressed the raging inferno in his heart.

He wiped the blood from his face and ordered everyone to load their fallen comrades onto the cart and return to the military camp.

In front of the Ninth Battalion, the soldiers on night duty saw figures staggering back. Mistaking them for demons, they surrounded them.

When they realized it was the Cooks' Camp personnel, the soldiers were momentarily stunned.

Ding Chen said nothing. He and Chen Xian pulled the cart, while Wang Yan and the others pushed it back to the Cooks' Camp.

"Zhao Tong!"

Before Ding Chen could speak, Wang Yan roared.

His shout alerted the surrounding tents.

Zhao Tong, dressed in his sleepwear, rushed out of his tent. Upon seeing that Ding Chen and his five companions were still alive, and that two people on the cart were seriously wounded but not dead, he was inwardly shocked.

However, he put on a surprised and concerned expression and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

Wang Yan clenched his fist and smashed it forward. "Go to hell!"

Acting all high and mighty!

But Wang Yan was no match for Zhao Tong. Zhao Tong grabbed his fist and kicked him three meters away. "You dare to attack me? Are you looking to die?"

Wang Yan landed on the ground, spitting blood.

Chen Xian's expression darkened. Just as he was about to step forward, Ding Chen grabbed his arm.

This was a military camp. Striking a superior officer was a serious crime.

Wang Yan had acted impulsively, but Chen Xian couldn't afford to follow suit.

"Chief Medic Zhao, there were twelve lurking wolf demons on the battlefield. My subordinates fought desperately, and many died or were wounded. Wang Yan was just momentarily agitated. I hope you'll be magnanimous and overlook his actions."

Ding Chen stared coldly at Zhao Tong and said unhurriedly.

"Twelve lurking wolf demons?"

Zhao Tong feigned utter astonishment. "How could something like this happen?"

Seeing his deliberate act, Wang Yan, Qin Fei, and the others gritted their teeth but didn't act impulsively again.

"I beg for your punishment, Chief Medic. It is my incompetence that I failed to transport the remaining wolf demon corpses from the battlefield," Ding Chen said, bowing deeply.

Zhao Tong's eyes flickered. "What punishment? It's fortunate you all escaped death. Go and rest quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Chen no longer paid attention to Zhao Tong. Instead, he and Chen Xian and the others first carried Cao Fang and Zhao Yu back to their tent to bandage their wounds.

The two were too severely injured and had already fainted.

Ding Chen found Zhao Tong again and asked for healing pills. Zhao Tong hesitated before producing two pills.

After administering the pills to Cao Fang and Zhao Yu, Ding Chen and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After a short rest, Ding Chen sat cross-legged on the communal bed and began circulating his qi and blood to heal.

Wang Yan and the other four did the same.

Chen Xian also sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and summoned his status panel.

[Experience: 1401 points]

[Martial Arts: Ox Demon Breathing Technique (Mastered), Demon-Slaying Blade Technique (Mastered), Great Tablet Smashing Hand (Mastered)]

[Realm: Blood Moving (Mastered)]

[Lifespan: Four years and seven months]

He had killed twelve lesser demons tonight and sacrificed their souls, earning a massive amount of experience.

However, it was all bought with his life!

Chen Xian felt a slight heaviness in his heart. After a moment of adjustment, he began to use his experience points to refine acupoints.

If he were in the Surging Origin Realm, even just the introductory stage, he wouldn't have had to flee in the previous situation, and those seven cooks wouldn't have sacrificed themselves.

[After twelve months of day and night training, you have refined six acupoints.]

[After twelve months of diligent training, you have refined six acupoints.]

Chen Xian frowned slightly. In his own cultivation, it took him nearly a month to refine three acupoints. Using experience points to boost this was equivalent to refining one acupoint every two months.

A six-to-one ratio.

Even so, it was incredibly worthwhile, saving him time.

In a short while, Chen Xian had refined sixty acupoints. Adding the original forty-six, he had refined a total of one hundred and six acupoints throughout his body.

Multiple points on his body felt hot simultaneously, and his physical strength increased by another 'ding' of power, reaching five 'ding's of strength.

[Experience: 1341 points]

Glancing at his experience points, Chen Xian didn't continue. Instead, he lay down to rest.

The next day.

Chen Xian and the other five got up, organized the belongings of the seven cooks, and then took the bodies of the seven to be buried.

The Cooks' Camp.

In a relatively spacious tent, a man in dark gold armor was reporting the situation to three youths in silver armor.

After listening, the white-faced youth in the middle, with an arrogant demeanor and cold, sharp eyes, raised his sword-like eyebrows and said, "He's not dead yet!?"

"Reporting to Captain Li, not only is Ding Chen not dead, but his seven brothers who went through thick and thin with him are also alive!" the dark gold armored man said with his head lowered.

"Heh!"

Captain Li, whose name was Li Sheng, let out a cold laugh. He had originally intended for Chen Xian and the others to be buried with Ding Chen, that useless prince. But now...!

"His life is really tough! Twelve wolf demons, and he still didn't die?"

The dark gold armored man said, "Captain Li, Ding Chen and the others have all applied for the Blood Flame Ox Demon Technique. Their strength should all be in the Blood Moving Realm. Should we transfer them to the front lines to fight the demons?"

Li Sheng was about to agree when someone beside him tugged his arm.

Li Sheng glanced at the person and waved his hand, "Let this captain think about it. You can go now."

The dark gold armored man bowed and retreated.

"Wang Pei, why did you stop me just now?" Li Sheng frowned as he looked at the youth who had pulled him. The latter was named Wang Pei, a young noble from the capital city.

Wang Pei had a look of respect on his face. He and Li Sheng were both young nobles from the capital, but their status was incomparable.

The Li family supported the faction of the Sixth Prince Ning Hong and was highly valued by him.

As for Ding Chen, he was the most pathetic Ninth Prince Ning Chen from the imperial palace. He was born to a beauty who died of excessive bleeding after giving birth to Ning Chen.

Ding Chen's maternal family was merely a merchant family from a small place, and they couldn't extend their influence into the palace. They couldn't help Ning Chen at all, and could barely protect themselves.

Therefore, the Ninth Prince Ning Chen was equivalent to having no background in the imperial palace.

He had been bullied by various princes and princesses since childhood. This time, coming to the Demon-Slaying Pass, if Ning Chen hadn't desperately pleaded with Emperor Ning, he wouldn't have even qualified to come and train.

In recent years, Emperor Ning had successively sent seven princes to the front lines of the Demon-Slaying Pass for training. The princes with backgrounds enjoyed privileges within the army. Even if some princes wanted to establish merit on the front lines, they were protected by powerful experts, and they would only make a show of going to the battlefield.

The Ninth Prince Ning Chen, however, could only stay in the Cooks' Camp, with no opportunity to distinguish himself.

"Brother Sheng, you absolutely cannot give the Ninth Prince a chance to build merit. Think about it, he's a useless... cough cough!" Wang Pei said, clearing his throat lightly.

Li Sheng's face was full of disdain, and he snorted, "He's just a good-for-nothing, no need to be so careful! Tell me your thoughts!"