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Chapter 66 Classification of Monsters
Xuan Jing took out a white jade bottle from his storage bag, poured out some powder, and applied it to his buttocks and back. The foul-smelling bloodstains were wiped away immediately, leaving only a large pool of dark red liquid on the ground.
He looked at Yue Kaishan, and felt even more heartache.
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Yue, come and get a little bit. Use it to scrub the areas that have been stained with the liquid. Just a tiny bit will do."
Still shaken, Yue Kaishan swayed unsteadily. Once he saw that Brother Xuanjing was alright, he stood up and was about to give the fat man a bear hug.
Xuan Jing realized the situation was getting out of hand. "I just washed this fur coat. If you put a few more bloody handprints on it, I'll kill you."
He yelled, "Bang!!!"
The other unsuspecting onlookers stared at Xuan Jing like he was a fool, but Yue Kaishan knew what was going on. He suddenly stopped and jumped back a few steps, worried that if he hugged him, it might really explode.
The farce ended quickly, and apart from the stench on the ground, it did not cause any serious consequences.
Under the unified command of Instructor Xueyan, the recruits quickly restored their formation, or rather, were knocked into their correct positions.
Her tone was serious and cold. "Now, let me explain why. First of all, don't talk to me about whether or not I will disturb you during your cultivation. When war comes, there will be no warning. You will either come out and take action immediately, or your cultivation room will be blown to bits."
Secondly, everyone must remain vigilant at all times. I have already informed them that we will be assembling the next morning. Those of you who took off your clothes to sleep late will have to do extra training later. If this happens again, I will make you run around the barracks naked.
Third, I know your abilities vary, but this is the military. War doesn't negotiate. You either meet the requirements or pay the price. Today you're just feeling dizzy; you still have time to improve your weaknesses. But on the battlefield, the price is either injury or death.
Xueyan did it on purpose. She knew how much of a shock it would be to these new recruits' minds to read so many jade slips in one night, but the number of people who were able to stay conscious was surprisingly high.
Cuihong Zhenren, Chen Dahai, Matt...
It's really unexpected.
She straightened the ranks and led the new recruits off. The army's food was mainly large and filling but not very tasty. In order to better maintain morale during wartime, the food they ate in ordinary times would lack a few less important and expensive seasonings to highlight the deliciousness of the large meals that were cooked with all their might during wartime.
It doesn't really matter; people in the Qi Refining stage just come here for meals often.
When Xueyan's team arrived at the canteen, the other teams had already finished eating and come out.
Once a few familiar faces confirmed that the group of discipline bastards weren't there, they immediately started mocking: "Hey, beautiful Xue, why are you so late today? With your personality, you could have easily sent someone flying here faster than you are now. Did you see some handsome young man and couldn't resist?"
Xueyan flicked her jade wrist, and a flying sword flashed and hovered in front of the speaker. A layer of transparent ripples spread out, and the man laughed and said, "It's so boring to always use the same trick. I've almost saved up my Foundation Establishment Pills. After I finish leading these people, I'll go into seclusion. Then you'll have to call me 'Commander'."
She stopped in her tracks, turned to her three squads, and said, "Today I'll teach you a lesson: in the army, never talk about the future. Current strength is everything. You never know whether the future or an accident will come first."
"What are you trying to do? Are you trying to steal my Foundation Establishment Pill?" The man's face stiffened, and he subconsciously glanced at the storage bag hanging on his left waist. His small flying sword quickly flew towards the storage bag.
"Stop making a scene." A dignified voice came from afar.
The man curled his lip. "It's just for fun. Who would actually put their treasure in the outer storage bag?"
He turned to his new recruits and said, "You've all learned well. Disguise, feigning weakness, misleading the enemy... you can't make a mistake in any of these steps, otherwise the enemy will notice something is wrong and move away from the trap. I'll talk about the timing of feints and attacks later."
The group exchanged glances and then left one after another.
After this little incident, the recruits in the three squads also began to harbor hostility towards the troops led by that instructor.
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In the morning, there was a boring training session where we were taught how to deal with common monsters, including silent reconnaissance to identify their species, setting traps and using animal-attracting incense. All of these were monsters kept in the military camp. They looked fierce, but they were actually not dangerous.
Lunch was a rather bland meal.
In the afternoon, the boring training was intense. The liquid that removed human scent was disgusting, but low-level monsters really couldn't smell them anymore.
Humans have many ways of distinguishing demonic beasts. Zhong Ming systematically learned the standards commonly used in the army. Among them, there are two indicators. The opponent's combat strength is divided into grades, corresponding to the five realms of Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul and Deity Transformation, which are divided into ten grades.
The weakest is a first-grade demon beast, and the strongest is a tenth-grade great demon beast.
Another important indicator is value, which is divided into five grades: jade, gold, silver, copper, and iron.
For example, a first-grade jade-level demon beast is a very weak and precious demon beast, mostly the cub of a powerful demon beast or an essential ingredient for a certain elixir.
At night, Zhong Ming finally understood why cultivation in the military camp was so difficult; there was simply not enough time to practice the techniques.
No wonder those veterans finish eating and drinking in no time, sparing no effort to save time for cultivation.
After the class was dismissed, Zhong Ming called out to Instructor Xueyan.
"Report, Instructor, when do you usually train? I feel that the training time I have now is not enough."
"Oh, instructors are positions usually held by cultivators who have reached a bottleneck. We don't need to cultivate; we've already reached a crucial juncture for breakthroughs. For a soldier, my advice is to participate in more valuable missions. The greater your contribution to the army, the more difficult the mission, the more rest time you'll receive."
But for a new recruit, I have to ask you something: During the day, do I forbid you from practicing?
Xueyan's lips curled up slightly. "Learn from me. Learn to cultivate while I'm giving instructions, cultivate while watching your comrades' actions, seize every spare moment to cultivate, recover, and become stronger. That's what it means to be a soldier."
Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke of these things.
She was taught by a senior colleague.