18 Possessed by a Ghost

Zhang Yang slept until sunrise and felt incredibly refreshed.

Shouting at the sky, Zhang Yang felt so energized that he thought he could come back to life 12 times with full health.

But that day was destined to be an incomparably busy and important day.

At that moment, Zhang Yang was also particularly clear-headed. He quickly recalled the events of the past two days and immediately came to a conclusion.

"There is no direct connection between the process of sharpening the wooden spear and the result of turning it into an enchanted weapon. However, there is an indirect connection.

"The main reason why I was able to succeed wasn't because I mastered the imprisonment spell, but that the wooden spear Wu Yuan sharpened was of good quality and could then withstand more imprisonment spells. Thereafter, the failure of imprisonment spells led to mental shocks, so I then constantly cultivated the wooden spear with my soul energy before finally branding the imprisonment spell onto it.

"Therefore, there is absolutely no need for me to make the extra effort of releasing the imprisonment spell. I just need to make sure that my soul energy can skip that step and cultivate the wooden spear directly.

"In a word, as long as my soul energy is powerful enough, it can change the reality of matter. I don't need to pay attention to the principle of this process. After all, I'm not a barbarian. The most important thing for me now is to keep making this Spear of Imprisonment. It is better to create more than a hundred of them, and when the deer demon comes to attack, we will strike it in its face!"

"Village Chief."

Just as Zhang Yang was smiling oddly at the sky by himself, Wu Yuan led 19 elite soldiers to him.

"The standard of their wooden spear throwing is about the same at the moment. I wonder what kind of standard you require?"

"Wait, what do you mean by 'about the same'?" Zhang Yang was astonished. He had previously asked Wu Yuan to pick out a few soldiers with the best throwing ability to equip them with enchanted wooden spears. After all, if their accuracy wasn't enough to hit the target, the enchanted weapons would be wasted for nothing.

At that moment, Wu Yuan picked up a stone from the ground, raised his hand, and threw it up several dozen meters into the air. He instantly drew a wooden spear and with a whoosh, he smashed the stone in the sky in the blink of an eye.

This move was stunningly beautiful, but this wasn't Wu Yuan's best.

Zhang Yang didn't say a word as he waited.

Wu Yuan continued, "Village Chief, the 19 of them have just started training, so they can only hit the fixed target within 50 meters. But if they are allowed to train for two more days, they will all be able to reach the level I just demonstrated."

Zhang Yang instantly understood. However, did they still have time for three more days of training? Besides, one's body wouldn't be able to take it if one didn't get enough sleep and rest.

Also, if that deer demon were to suddenly attack, everything would be ruined.

Zhang Yang pondered and looked at Wu Yuan, saying: "Even if we are lucky that the deer demon doesn't appear soon, how do you ensure your men have enough rest? In the past two days, they have been training until midnight and only had four hours of sleep. The continuous training will make them too exhausted and they can't take on the enemy in their peak, can they?

"Also, is their training progressing so fast that they can become throwing masters in just five days? Or do you have some secret trick?"

"Village Chief, regarding fatigue and recovery, they aren't an issue at all. I've discovered in the past two days that as long as we are near the Tree Demon Tower, we will all recover from exhaustion quickly. I just need your permission to enter the Tree Demon Tower and rest will do.

"As for the second problem you mentioned, there isn't any secret trick. The reason why their training progresses so quickly is entirely based on the premise that they are elites. I think five days is considered slow for an elite—who is used to life and death battles and whose physical strength is at its peak—to learn an attack skill.

"In other words, the coordination between their hands, eyes, and bodies is all very strong. As long as they master the basics, they can immediately improve at top speed."

Wu Yuan explained to Zhang Yang in detail, hesitated for a moment, and spoke: "Village Chief, I have a suggestion, but I'm unsure of its feasibility. I don't know why you wanted to build the village here because our numbers are really too small. We won't have a problem against sporadic demon attacks, but once we face a large number of demons, it's too easy to lose ground and completely fall into the disadvantage.

"I wonder if we should shrink the defensive circle using the Tree Demon Tower as its core. We can chop down trees, dig trenches, and make a simple fortress wall in order to avoid ground warfare with the enemy. At the same time, we don't have to rely too much on the Level 2 Protection, and once the enemy attacks, the wooden spear throwing that we are currently training will come in handy."

"All right, we'll do as you say. But don't forget to sharpen the wooden spears for me. I want the best quality."

Zhang Yang completely agreed with Wu Yuan's suggestion, as this was his original idea as well. After all, now that he had the Spear of Imprisonment, he needed to study how to fight.

The 19 elites also continued to train their wooden spear throwing.

Wu Yuan, on the other hand, took time to sharpen wooden spears.

After Zhang Yang carefully deduced, he gnashed his teeth and recruited more six bowmen. After upgrading them to elites using the imperfect demon souls, he had them join the six elite bowmen and take charge of chopping down trees to build a simple fortress wall.

This was very crucial. In his plan, he decided to use the wall for defense and the high terrain of the hillock towering over the ground to gain an advantage. He would also use the Spear of Imprisonment to trap the enemy, as well as ordinary wooden spears to kill the enemy quickly.

It was simply perfection.

But the premise of this plan was that Zhang Yang could create enough Spears of Imprisonment.

I hope that luck is still on my side and that the deer demon will not show up too early. Zhang Yang thought. Despite that, he didn't really pin his hopes on that. After all, he had Wu Yuan and 31 elites and occupied a geographically-advantageous location. Even if he had to fight an enemy head-on, he was confident.

Thereafter, he wasn't occupied creating enchanted weapons. Instead, he followed up on his earlier idea to see if he could skip the step of releasing the imprisonment spell and directly cultivate the wooden spear with his soul energy, which would drastically save the consumption of soul energy.

This is a little tricky. I was able to instantly master the imprisonment spell because the Village Building Order and lord demon soul acted directly on my body. But how am I supposed to inject soul power on objects in reality?

As Zhang Yang pondered, he inadvertently looked up and saw Wu Yuan sharpening wooden spears.

Wu Yuan sharpened the wood really fast. There was a kind of indescribable rhythm to each downward slice of the knife, causing beautiful wood shavings to spring out. The entire process seemed so pleasing and comfortable.

Even Zhang Yang had the illusion that Wu Yuan was attaching his life and soul to the wooden spears, making them come to life!

Maybe maintaining absolute focus is a good way to go, like what Wu Yuan said before about reverence, Zhang Yang thought.

In fact, I took a detour and considered things in the wrong direction. The reverence that Wu Yuan mentioned isn't just fear, but actually means putting one's entire heart and soul into it. It's just like in the face of a life and death situation, when one naturally gains power through focus. And for me, this is the secret that can make the soul energy connect to reality! If my soul energy is strong and precise enough, I can definitely spot more details than I can see with my eyes.

Casually lifting a piece of wood, Zhang Yang grabbed a knife, closed his eyes, and let his mind go.

No one knew how much time had passed.

The few insects buzzing in the grass sounded in his ears and soon after, an unknown insect with four pairs of wings and in the size of a soybean came into the vision of his mind. It was as if he was staring at it using his naked eye, but it was impossible for it to look so detailed because the insect's internal structure was clearly presented before him.

Zhang Yang was taken aback and the next second, the illusion disappeared. A few dozen meters away in the grass, the identical insect exploded into bits.

"Holy hell, I didn't know this works too!"

After calming himself down, Zhang Yang continued his attempt. With the first success, the next went smoothly and he gradually mastered the regularity of manipulating soul energy.

He initially considered whether this soul power of his could be classified as magic or immortal cultivation. But when he was able to control this power, he realized that it didn't really matter.

What really matters is that I can control it!

After rendering seven or eight bugs dead and a dozen weeds directly into fine powder, Zhang Yang managed to lock onto the piece of wood in his hand with his soul energy.

The feeling was amazing. There was absolutely no need to see with his eyes or touch with his hands. The piece of wood appeared out of thin air in a completely blank world and continuously decomposed from its bark, burl, grain, and fiber to finer, more minute compositions.

I understand how it works now.

Zhang Yang muttered, maintaining a masterful control of the piece of wood. At the same time, he held the knife and sharpened it proficiently because the way he sharpened was completely in accordance with the internal structure of the piece of wood. There was no mistake. From the inside to the outside, the location of every scar and its depth, each directional change of the fiber, and thickness of each layer of bark, everything was clearly disintegrated.

According to these internal details, he lightly handled the knife, not simply for the sake of overall thickness, but to ensure the integrity of each fiber and stability of the internal structure of the entire piece of wood.

From start to finish, all in one go!

This was the true usage of a B- soul; it was not just for releasing spells.

Zhang Yang grasped the fundamental point and all the rest would follow.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Wu Yuan staring wide-eyed at him. The captain was so bewildered that his wide-opened mouth could fit a goose egg.

"Uh… Village Chief, h-how did you do that? This is amazing."

"Me? I was possessed by a ghost, of course!" Zhang Yang laughed heartily!