bookrandom Chapter 61 The Beautiful Instructor
Chapter 61 The Beautiful Instructor
An indescribable feeling, the feeling of being prey, the feeling that even though she had her back to me, she could pierce my heart at any moment.
Zhong Ming swallowed hard, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
They didn't have to wait long. Eighteen teams were divided into groups of three, and Zhong Ming's team was actually the first to enter the tower.
As soon as they stepped into the most magnificent building in this floating city, they were immediately shocked by the scene before them. The most eye-catching thing was the huge war painting hanging in the middle of the tower, in which countless cultivators were fighting bloody battles.
Everyone who looks at this painting instinctively looks up at the highest point, where the colors are most intense, wildest, and most incomprehensible.
Countless powerful beings unleashed their life's most powerful skills here, and the line between heaven and earth was slowly pulled and held in the hands of one person.
Above the line, thunder roared like a waterfall, and the continuous, multicolored flames resembled magnificent mountains, as if a landscape painting was created upside down in the sky using various colors of heaven and earth fire as paint.
Below the line, a golden, armored giant divided the battlefield in two. On one side stood a giant wielding the power of the Dharma Body, a wine jar he held manifesting and enlarging on the Dharma Body, the overflowing wine transforming into a colossal dragon traversing the heavens and earth. On the dragon's back, countless tiny figures formed from the wine freely cast spells, many of them bearing a striking resemblance to the other cultivators on the battlefield. The other half was the true army, a vast force stretching like a dark cloud pressing down on a city, each wielding their own weapons, their cold light gleaming, an unstoppable force.
The most terrifying thing about this painting is that it doesn't depict any enemies at all. Everyone who looks at the painting is facing the sharp killing intent of the army in the painting. Zhong Ming only glanced at the mountain and immediately felt the sharp edge behind him, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Even breathing felt like being stung.
"Don't...look."
Zhong Ming struggled to break free from the giant painting's intimidation, licked the rusty taste in his mouth, and turned to warn the others. He saw Xuan Jing already standing in front of Chen Dahai, covering Yue Kaishan's eyes with his hand.
"Fellow Daoist Xuanjing, were you unaffected?"
"I wore a mask and didn't confront it directly, so the impact was smaller. Don't look at the painting."
Turning around, the clock struck and saw that the squad of gladiators seemed completely unaffected by the painting, standing ramrod straight. A nearby squad was similarly unaffected, though they stood more casually, as if the painting's sharp edge was no different from lazily basking in the sun.
Below the giant painting are rows of reception desks, which look like simple wooden tables and chairs, but are actually exceptionally sturdy, so sturdy that they can be used as cover.
There are ceremonial staircases leading up on both sides, notice boards, bounty boards, and maps with a lot of information hanging on them.
"Hey, Brother Cuihong, the floor here isn't as sturdy as the brick floors outside." Yue Kaishan excitedly stomped on the floor; it was made of wood.
"Don't move." The voice came from the man beside him, the captain of the Ranger squad, the hunter who looked very powerful. "Don't move. This is a military camp; there might be lethal defensive weapons here."
"Thank you for the reminder." Zhong Ming tried his best to stop Yue Kaishan's reckless behavior with subtle movements, then turned to the captain of the wandering warriors and clasped his hands in a salute. "I am Master Cuihong of Maoshan Taoist Temple. May I ask who you are?"
"Matt, just a hunter from the deep mountains and forests." The other person nodded in their direction, then observed the situation of the others. Seeing that everyone was alright, he turned back and stood still.
.....
On the second floor, directly above everyone, stood a man with thick eyebrows and a buzz cut. After observing for a while, he stretched, tapped a pillar, and said, "The captains are doing well, checking on their team members in time. It's just that the captain of the third team is a bit weak, his reaction time is too long. If I'm not mistaken, he's only at the third level of Qi Refining."
The man's tone carried a hint of amusement. The wooden pillar beside him cast a long, thin shadow under the faint golden light emanating from the luminous stone, and within that shadow stood a stunningly beautiful woman.
"That's a pity, she won't make it through." She stepped out of the shadows, golden light shining on her face, her bright eyes sparkling. Admiration traced across her high nose, lingering on her snow-white skin, passing over her neck... and then abruptly stopping.
The man sighed, "The great road has flaws, but the flaws are in the most obvious places."
"What, did you think the peanuts I treated you to last time weren't crunchy enough?"
"Alright, alright, you can go now. The little guys are getting impatient. Anyway, the draw has already been done. You're the instructor for these three teams. Let them have their own luck."
The man watched impatiently as his stunningly beautiful "colleague" leaped from the second floor. He then touched the thin, narrow wooden pillar, inwardly groaning once more, 'Such a pretty face! If she had a little more flesh on her chest and buttocks, she might be a military commander by now. What a waste...'
The man was disappointed countless times, yet he looked back again, unwilling to give up.
With her slender figure and a smart outfit, her long hair tied up, and her delicate fingers fluttering in the wind, this heroic woman leaped down from the sky.
Hmm... Is there really no illusion magic concealing anything? Um... Is there really absolutely no possibility? Really none?
Oh dear.
Several other recruit training instructors appeared out of nowhere and patted the heartbroken man on the shoulder.
"It's fate, isn't it? Let beauties train beauties, and let rough men train rough men." The speaker gestured with his lip, his intention directed at the girl carrying the large bow.
To strike a fatal blow, you must be swift, accurate, and ruthless, seizing the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
That girl might not be considered particularly beautiful in the capital, but here in the military camp, a place where a brick could easily hit two men, she'd be considered more beautiful than a fairy.
Well, not counting Instructor Xueyan, she was a celestial being, she just landed chest-first and was destroyed.
......
The snow goose landed gracefully, its movements fluid and beautiful.
Inside the tower's hall, everyone turned to look. Some people didn't recognize her and were already quietly inquiring about who she was. Others who knew the news arrogantly raised their faces and responded to the inquiries of others, as if they were now superior to others.
Zhong Ming's vision blurred, his heart skipped a beat, almost jumping out of his throat, and his face flushed red.
This looks amazing! Is this really a military camp?
"You three teams, come with me. I am your instructor, Xueyan."
With a slender finger, she turned nimbly and walked towards a reception desk on the side of the tower.
Several men couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"Hey, we're really lucky! We're going to spend three months with such a handsome instructor."
"You said military merit points could be used to exchange for some beauty pills, or maybe some kind of enchantment, but the beauty is a bit too real."
"Brother Shen is absolutely right. If we could exchange them, I think we could consider it. Let's all chip in and buy one for... cough cough, hurry up!"