The Law of Heaven

Chapter 20 Results of Spirituality Testing
Amidst the instructors' uproarious laughter, most of the new recruits tumbled to the ground in a disheveled state, their bodies soaked through with moisture, looking like drowned rats.

A few people reacted quickly.

He wasn't too badly embarrassed.

Aihara blocked the water droplet attack with his mental field, but his brain felt a slight dizziness, like being hit by a bullet while wearing a bulletproof helmet. He wouldn't be injured and fall to the ground, but he would still be impacted.

This is because the shield he created by releasing his mental field could only protect himself from injury, but could not completely eliminate the impact of the water vapor explosion.

Ultimately, the force had a feedback effect on his brain.

This caused him to feel dizzy.

Ultimately, it's a matter of numbers. If his willpower is strong enough, he can flick away the water droplets like a giant flicking away a pebble, without any burden.

Of course, the remaining people also have their own methods.

Some people were instantly transformed into a rhinoceros monster, using their massive bodies and tough skin to withstand the explosion of water vapor, only to be forced back half a step by the shock.

Some people shouted loudly on the spot, releasing powerful sound waves from their throats, which forcefully dispersed the water vapor that was rushing towards them, but they were also drenched in water.

Some people went even further, with blood-stained bone spurs emerging from their fingertips as they unleashed two sharp, crisscrossing slashes that instantly shattered the water vapor.

"Holy crap, Wolverine?"

Aihara was dumbfounded. It was the first time he had seen the diverse abilities of the immortal beings, but compared to them, his Alaya consciousness was much more elegant and composed.

"What the hell? What kind of surprise attack is this?"

"Damn it, wasn't this supposed to be a test?"

The newcomer got up from the ground, cursing and swearing.

The instructor's voice echoed in the morgue: "With such poor vigilance, if you really get into the other side, you won't even know how you died. You must know that the enemy shows no mercy, bullets have no eyes, and the language of the zombies is incomprehensible."

He paused, adopting a condescending attitude: "The other side won't give you time to react."

The burly, bear-like instructor stood up from the shadows, his subordinates beside him wearing ambiguous smiles. The group of people standing together exuded an extremely strong sense of oppression; just by looking at their posture, one could sense their terrifying strength.

Aihara sensed that this group of people was quite dangerous.

"Hey, we're here for training."

One of the newcomers stood up. He looked like a rich second-generation heir dressed in gold and silver. He said coldly, "There's no need to play such a boring trick. To me, it's as ridiculous as putting a basin of water on a door frame."

The instructor's answer, however, left them stunned.

"This is training."

The newlyweds looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Training?"

"Training in the morgue?"

"What we need is a training ground, or to go to the other side."

The instructor laughed coldly: "Are you idiots? What can you train in the training ground? As for the alternate side, I've already said it... you're not qualified. Not just anyone can enter the alternate side. If you die there, the company will have to pay compensation. It's not worth it. What I mean is... trash like you are not worth that much money at all."

This statement clearly angered the newcomers, but he continued, "Therefore, from the company's perspective, the evaluation has to be stricter. Cherish this training; it's free, you won't be charged, understand?"

The incandescent light on the ceiling flickered on and off.

In the interplay of light and shadow, the instructor stared at them like a wild beast, his breathing becoming noticeably heavier.

The overwhelming sense of oppression engulfed the newlyweds.

Aihara also showed a solemn expression.

"My name is Li Yun, and I'm your instructor and part-time supervisor. From today onwards, you bunch of good-for-nothings will all follow me. I know you're resentful... Heh, the hunter world is actually very simple. If you don't like me, then come and defeat me. As long as you beat me, no one will care what you do."

Li Yun said coldly, "But if you can't beat me, then you'd better obey me obediently. Don't even think about entering the other side; start by doing odd jobs, understand?"

The subordinates stood by, arms crossed, laughing, and said, "This is mainly to familiarize you with the zombies. You have two hours to empty and dispose of the internal organs of these corpses. If you don't know how to dissect, ask the AI ​​on your phone. We'll come back in two hours to check the results."

The new recruits exchanged glances. The instructor seemed to be encouraging them to stand up and challenge authority, but none of them dared to step forward due to the other party's imposing presence.

They finally understood.

This is the instructors' way of intimidating you.

Unable to get past the instructors, they could only do odd jobs here, doing dirty and tiring work without complaint.

Most of the immortal beings are proud and arrogant, especially since they have just completed their awakening and feel that the sky is the limit. Suddenly suffering such a blow will definitely make them resentful, and some of them are already itching to make a move.

"It looks like someone wants to give it a try."

Li Yun smiled and asked, "Are those few Creation-level cultivators coming?"

The instructor was referring to the four people who were not hit in the initial attack; they were all at the Creation Rank.

Someone rushed out from beside Aihara.

The man, who looked just like Wolverine, sprinted across the smooth floor, leaping into the air like a hungry wolf, his hands spiking towards the instructor's chest.

Its momentum was like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, fierce and ruthless.

The newlyweds, including Aihara, were stunned.

This is definitely a formidable character.

Unfortunately, Wolverine's attack was ineffective. The moment he landed, he felt a blur before his eyes, and the sharp bone spikes he stretched out with his hands missed their mark.

Li Yun easily dodged a step, then swept out a fierce kick that struck his lower abdomen. This blow was like a battering ram hitting a city gate, with immense force pouring out like a floodgate being opened, as if the air itself was being blown apart.

Wolverine was sent flying through the air by the kick, the excruciating pain causing his body to bend like a shrimp. But before he could recover from the pain, a rough hand slammed into his chin from below.

With a snap, it sounded like teeth breaking.

Wolverine spat out a bloodstained tooth.

Li Yun grabbed his collar and slammed him hard to the ground, then kicked him away, just like an athlete kicking a ball on a football field.

The newlyweds watched as their companions flew over but had no time to react. In the end, Aihara raised his right hand and released a field of consciousness out of thin air.

Wolverine, who was flying backwards, was instantly suspended in mid-air, and the enormous inertia disappeared without a trace.

The newlyweds looked towards Aihara.

They were all taken aback by this amazing scene.

"This guy... knows the Perfection technique."

Wolverine coughed up blood and said hoarsely.

Aihara frowned and gently placed him on the ground.

Only then did everyone realize something was wrong. Wolverine was soaked again, and there were obvious signs of explosions on his jaw and abdomen, making him look terrible.

No wonder Wolverine was so easily defeated.

Li Yun's punches and kicks were accompanied by explosive water vapor, and this precise control was a manifestation of the Perfection Technique.

"A rather interesting ability."

Li Yun's voice suddenly rang out.

Aihara met a pair of gloomy eyes.

"But who gave you permission to pick him up?"

Li Yun licked his lips and said.

Aihara clearly sensed his hostility and shrugged, saying, "If I don't catch it, won't he get hit? I don't want to embarrass myself."

"Heh, that's interesting."

Li Yun turned around.

At that very moment, Li Yun suddenly turned around, his right hand forming a pistol-like gesture, and streams of condensed water droplets shot out like bullets.

With a deafening roar like machine gun fire, countless compressed water droplets exploded in front of Aihara, engulfing him entirely in the mist.

The newlyweds keenly dodged, staring intently at the center of the mist; they had a bad feeling.

This newcomer might also suffer.

"Remember this: without my permission, no one is allowed to use their abilities in front of me."

Li Yun turned around confidently: "These are the rules."

In an instant, the sharp sound of a blade slicing through the air shattered the silence, and a gust of wind grazed past Li Yun's ear, easily severing a single hair from his head.

Li Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.

A military knife hovered in mid-air, only a centimeter from his face, as if in a provocation. Aihara, emerging from the mist, scratched his head, casually patting the water vapor off his clothes, and looked up to ask, "Do all the walkers on the other side like to ambush like you?"

He was unharmed thanks to the defense provided by his mental field, but the shock gave him a slight headache. In his haste, he drew his military knife to retaliate, which only fueled his anger.

This instructor is very strong.

But he wasn't strong enough to completely overwhelm him.

What a load of nonsense.

Aihara raised his hand and the military sword flipped in mid-air and landed in his hand, the blade trembling slightly.

Li Yun's eyes darkened, and just as he was about to get serious, a voice suddenly came through his earpiece, which gradually calmed him down.

"Received, I'll be right there."

His expression shifted between light and dark as he turned to the new recruits and said, "Two hours to dispose of these bodies. This is the first step. No one will graduate from my training until the entire process is completed."

He turned and left, and the metal door opened automatically.

The subordinates exchanged glances, then turned back with grins and said, "The other side of this city is almost entirely sealed off by us. If you can't graduate, you won't have a pass, and you'll never be able to go to the other side to die."

They pointed to the bodies on the morgue: "Keep up the good work, everyone goes through this."

The subordinates also left.

The newcomers were left looking at each other in bewilderment. Some of them had heard that the hunter training was very difficult. It seemed like there were only 24 hours, but if you couldn't pass, you could only keep repeating the challenge, endlessly.

If you fail to pass the test, you'll be doing menial work for the company for free.

It's important to know that if a hunter doesn't take on missions, they won't receive wages or resources.

But no one took this training seriously beforehand; everyone came with an arrogant attitude. However, they didn't expect to be given a tough start right away.

"Damn it, these drill instructors..."

Wolverine tried to struggle to get up.

Aihara frowned, his senses spreading like water, and looked up at the surveillance cameras in the corners of the room.

The lights from the surveillance cameras flashed.

It was obvious that someone was watching them from the shadows.

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The control room displayed surveillance footage from the morgue, with massive amounts of data flashing across the screen. Dozens of technicians were creating mathematical models in front of their computers, each with a strange expression, as if they were witnessing something unbelievable.

Someone got up, the chair moved backward, and overturned to the ground.

There was a bang.

"This is impossible."

Someone exclaimed in surprise as the Coca-Cola on the table was knocked over, spilling the dark brown liquid all over the floor.

"Investigate quickly, investigate thoroughly!"

The technical advisor slammed his hands on the table, his expression contorted in rage.

"Brother Wang."

A tech guy whispered, "Is it really a case of spiritual inheritance? That seems unlikely."

All the technicians are analyzing the data they just obtained. This is a strict regulation that the company follows. Hunters must undergo testing after registration. Their qualifications are confirmed by analyzing their spiritual qualities, and whether there is any possibility of contamination.

Typically, companies only test these two items.

However, some special data may appear during the testing process.

For example, spiritual succession syndrome.

Abbreviated as Lingji.

Strictly speaking, it is indeed a disease, and the academic community has not yet figured out its cause. They only know that it is inherited through bloodline and is probabilistically inherited.

Only those of immortality can possess spiritual inheritance.

Although it is an illness, it is not entirely a bad thing.

Long-lived beings suffering from Spirit Inheritance Syndrome may experience certain physical defects, but on the other hand, they may gain abilities beyond human comprehension.

This is an extremely valuable human resource.

Among the five families of the Deep Blue Alliance, there was once one family that possessed the inherited Spirit Inheritance Syndrome, but it was all wiped out in World War II in the last century. Now it has lost that proud ability and has become mediocre.

However, just a minute ago, the technicians suddenly detected abnormal data belonging to the Spiritual Succession Syndrome, but it was only a momentary fluctuation that disappeared in an instant.

"Why did the data fluctuations disappear in an instant?"

The technical advisor roared, "Tell me why!"

The technician said, sounding aggrieved, "Our data modeling wasn't designed to detect paranormal symptoms. You just noticed the unusual data fluctuations. What if you were hallucinating from masturbating too much?"

The technical advisor glared at him angrily.

I want to have an outburst, but I have no reason to.

It's possible that he really did see it wrong.

The newcomer's test data is right here.

There are indeed some very promising talents.

However, there are indeed no immortal beings suffering from spiritual inheritance syndrome.

The technical advisor turned and went out to a guest room at the end of the corridor. He respectfully knocked on the open door: "Mr. Fu, Ms. Jiang..."

The sound of wind chimes rang out, clear and melodious.

A black-haired girl sat in a chair, drinking coffee and reading a book. Her face was cold and expressionless, and her white dress flowed in the sea breeze like a babbling brook.

"Is something wrong?"

She looked up, put down the book, and her pupils were as deep as the sea.

The technical advisor reported the situation as quickly as possible.

"I don't know much about Lingji's affairs either."

Jiang Youqing tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and said expressionlessly, "Let's ask Teacher Fu for guidance."

Someone is standing in front of the glass curtain wall looking at the sea.

The transparent glass reflected his thin silhouette.

It was a man with messy black hair, wearing a loose white shirt and black casual pants, barefoot on the ground, with electronic shackles on his feet.

He was hunched over, his hands in his pockets.

He turned around when he heard someone calling him.

His face was pale and emaciated, like a patient who was seriously ill and not long for death, or as if he had just crawled out of a coffin.

But those eyes were unusually deep and dark, and even with severe dark circles under them, they were still very striking.

"Where in this city could one still find cases of spiritual inheritance?"

The man, hunched over, walked to the technical instructor's side, suddenly reached out and grabbed his head, pulling it as if ripping out a soul, like pulling noodles.

He pulled out something that ordinary people couldn't even look at, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it forcefully.

The technical advisor was momentarily dazed.

It was as if a memory had been ripped out.

"Hmm, something does seem a bit strange."

The man savored the memories of others, appreciating them carefully: "However, none of these people showed any signs of spiritual inheritance, but then again, the surname Xiang is very, very, very... interesting."

Jiang Youqing raised her head, her wisps of hair ruffled by the wind. Her eyes, which were always indifferent and clear, revealed a hint of surprise this time.

Just then, Li Yun strode over with his men, pushing open the door without any hesitation.

"What's going on that suddenly requires me to interrupt my training?"

However, when Li Yun saw the person in the room, his pupils contracted slightly, like a wild dog with its fur standing on end.

"Miss Jiang."

But when he saw the man by the window, a deep sense of apprehension appeared in his eyes, and he said in a low voice.

"I have forgotten..."

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