On and on they traveled:
After the troop Wang Quan belonged to had traveled for seven or eight days, their provisions ran out.
The monsters pulling the carts secretly rejoiced. With the carts lighter, life naturally became easier for oxen and horses like them.
Wang Quan and the others, however, were rather worried. "Without provisions, we can't advance our cultivation."
This stretch of history should only last ten years.
Within those ten years, they had to raise their strength to a certain level to have a chance of killing that [Liu Yong].
If they failed, they would either die and have their Dao extinguished, or go through another ten years.
They did not want to die and have their Dao extinguished, much less repeat the same stretch of time endlessly.
Thus, everyone seized every moment and opportunity to advance their cultivation.
And provisions were vital to them.
"We still have ordinary grain left. The only thing we're short of is flesh and blood."
"We need high-quality flesh and blood."
"Then let's follow the plan and go hunting in the mountains to harvest some."
Wang Quan and the others had already prepared for this.
Now, fully armored and wielding heavy weapons such as spears, iron hammers, and two-handed sabers, they charged into the mountain forests in a mighty throng and began hunting.
Monsters were plentiful within Great Shang's borders.
Any random mountain had monsters claiming it as their domain, eating great mouthfuls of meat and drinking great gulps of wine, living in bliss.
The many monsters had also spotted the new army that included the Purple-Robed Marquis, Wang Quan, and the others. Seeing that its banners were not those of a logistics force, they felt quite reassured.
They had intended to wait until Wang Quan's group passed, then carry on robbing