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"This is the basic equipment of the Demon Suppression Division."

Amu's voice was cold and hard, devoid of any emotion, "Uniforms, possessing the most basic exorcism and defense capabilities;

The scimitar is a standard weapon forged by blacksmiths using super alloy materials and rune arrays. Although it is not classified as a treasure weapon, it can still cause some damage to the supernatural.

"The Dao Heart Technique" is an essential mental cultivation method for beginners in martial arts. Whether you can cultivate the Qi sensation and condense the Dao Seed depends on your own talent.

He paused, his gaze falling on the last two porcelain vases.

"The white one is a blood-clotting pill, which replenishes qi and blood and restores physical strength."

The black ones are Qi-boosting pills, which can accelerate your cultivation speed in the early stages. These are all basic benefits you receive upon joining the Demon Suppression Division.

Wang Hao's heart was pounding wildly.

Dao Xin Gong (a martial arts technique), elixirs, standard weapons...

These things, which only exist in fantasy novels, are now vividly presented before him.

That old-fashioned, thread-bound book seemed to radiate an invisible magic, drawing all his attention.

This is... the beginning of power.

Green Hair and the others were so excited that their faces turned red, their breathing became heavy, and they stared intently at the things on the tray, their eyes filled with greed and desire that almost overflowed.

"Take your things and report to the 'recruit camp'."

Amu stepped aside, making way for the passage behind him. "Remember, from the moment you put on these clothes, you are no longer ordinary people, but soldiers of the Demon Suppression Division."

Here, there is only one rule—obey orders.

The five people quickly stepped forward, each picking up a set of equipment with utmost care, as if they were handling some priceless treasure.

Wang Hao clutched the thin book, "Dao Xin Gong," tightly in his hand; the rough texture of the pages felt so real.

Led by a member of the Demon Suppression Division, they passed through the solemn main hall and arrived at a more spacious backyard.

It's more like a huge military training ground, divided into several areas.

Some areas were filled with racks of all kinds of weapons, while others had hundreds of wooden dummy stands. At this moment, hundreds of disciples of the Demon Suppression Division, all dressed in black uniforms, were undergoing rigorous training on the training ground.

Shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the whistling of fists and feet intertwined to create a powerful and bloodthirsty symphony.

Wang Hao and the others were dumbfounded.

This was a completely different concept from what they saw in the martial arts school. If the martial arts school was just a beginner's village, then this place was a true war fortress.

"This is the recruit camp." The guide pointed to a row of barracks in one corner of the parade ground. "This is your quarters. Put down your things, change into your uniforms, and assemble on the parade ground immediately. Instructor Zhao is waiting for you."

After saying that, he turned and left without uttering a single unnecessary word.

The five men exchanged glances, all seeing shock and excitement in each other's eyes. They strode into an empty barracks, simply furnished with only a few hard beds.

They couldn't wait to change into their crisp black uniforms. The moment they put on the uniforms, a strange sense of belonging and solemnity welled up inside them.

Wang Hao picked up the curved sword. The blade was about three feet long and shaped like a condensed crimson-gold lightning bolt. Just holding it in his hand, he could feel a trace of warmth emanating from the blade.

"Stop dawdling and get out of here!"

A loud roar rang out.

Upon hearing this, Wang Hao immediately hung the curved sword at his waist.

The five men walked out of the barracks and came to the edge of the parade ground.

A burly, middle-aged man with a cold face was already waiting there. He had his hands behind his back, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. Just one glance from him made the group feel their hair stand on end.

"My surname is Zhao, and I am your instructor."

Instructor Zhao's voice was like two pieces of metal rubbing together, cold and harsh.

"I don't care who you were before. Once you're here, you only have one identity—new recruits of the Demon Suppression Division."

He pointed to a row of wooden dummy dummies not far away: "See those? Pick up your knives and chop them down."

"Your first lesson will only truly begin when you can perform a hundred consecutive chops in one minute without exhausting yourself."

"Remember, use all your strength! Anyone who slacks off won't get dinner tonight!"

What kind of training is this?

The same thought popped into their minds at the same time: Isn't this just pure physical labor?

But no one dared to object. They walked up to the wooden dummy and, imitating the veterans around them, drew their scimitars from their waists.

"ha!"

Green Hair shouted and was the first to swing his knife down.

"when!"

The curved blade struck the hard wooden dummy, the impact numbing his hands and nearly causing the blade to fly from his grasp. Only a shallow white mark remained on the dummy.

"Damn, this wood is so hard!" Green Hair grinned.

Wang Hao took a deep breath, gripped the knife with both hands, and with all his might, slashed down fiercely.

"Clang!"

A piercing clang of metal rang out.

Wang Hao felt a tremendous force of recoil coming from the hilt of the knife, and his arm went numb and sore.

He looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.

There wasn't even a white mark on the wooden dummy.

This isn't wood at all!

This is fucking iron!

"What are you looking at!" Instructor Zhao's roar exploded in my ears. "Didn't you eat? Use all your strength to chop! Any mistakes in your movements will be punished with a hundred more!"

Wang Hao gritted his teeth, stopped thinking, and swung his curved sword, hacking at the hard, iron-like wooden dummy again and again.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of impacts echoed from one corner of the playground.

After just a dozen or so cuts, Wang Hao felt his arms were incredibly sore, and sweat streamed down his forehead and into his eyes, causing them to sting and hurt.

The green-haired guy and the others beside him were already panting heavily, their movements completely distorted.

"Useless!" Instructor Zhao appeared behind Green Hair like a ghost and kicked him in the back of the knee.

Green Hair screamed and fell to his knees.

"You can't even hold a knife properly, yet you want to kill ghosts? Are you guys just handing them snacks?!"

Instructor Zhao's gaze swept over each person, cold as a knife: "Remember, every time you swing your sword, you are fighting for your own survival! Every drop of sweat you shed now could be the blood that saves your life on the battlefield!"

His words were like a whip, lashing hard at everyone's heart.

Wang Hao's mind went blank, with only one thought echoing wildly—cut!

He forgot his fatigue and aches, mechanically repeating the motion of swinging the knife.

He didn't know how much time had passed, until he felt that his arms had completely lost feeling, and each swing of the knife felt like dragging two lead weights, before Instructor Zhao's cold voice rang out again.

"stop."

The five men were as if granted a pardon, and they all collapsed to the ground, their scimitars clattering to the floor.

"Drink this."

Instructor Zhao tossed him a water bag.

Wang Hao struggled to crawl over, unscrewed the cap, and a pungent medicinal smell wafted out. Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful.

The bitter, spicy liquid slid down his throat, burning like fire in his stomach, followed by a surge of heat coursing through his limbs. Miraculously, his nearly numb arms regained a bit of strength.

"This is a body-tempering liquid." For the first time, Instructor Zhao's voice softened slightly. "It can quickly restore physical strength and strengthen muscles and bones. Drink it all, then continue."

"Again...again?" Green Hair's face turned green.

Instructor Zhao glanced at him: "What, want to give up? You can still leave now, I won't stop you."

Green Hair shrank back, not daring to utter another sound.

Wang Hao handed the water pouch to the others, and after they took turns drinking from it, they struggled to get up from the ground and gripped their knives again.

This time, when they swung their swords again, they were surprised to find that their strength seemed to be slightly greater than before.

……

In the game world, on a mountaintop shrouded in endless clouds and mist.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, with a huge yin-yang symbol beneath him.

The primordial spirit within his body had been compressed to its limit, resembling a miniature star spinning at high speed, radiating brilliant light.

Around him, dense spiritual energy was drawn in, forming a huge vortex that surged wildly into his body.

"break!"

Lin Yuan let out a low shout in his heart.

The primordial spirit, spinning to its limit, exploded with a deafening roar!

Countless pure energies, mixed with his insights into martial arts, scattered in an instant, and then, under the pull of an invisible force, converged again.

A golden, round pill, the size of a longan, crystal clear, and seemingly containing a complete world, slowly took shape in his dantian.

Yuan Dan Realm achieved!

An aura more than ten times stronger than that of the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm erupted from his body, soaring into the sky and causing the entire sea of ​​clouds to surge wildly.

At the moment of his breakthrough.

The megacity, South City.

On the training ground of the Demon Suppression Division headquarters, Wang Hao and the others had stopped mechanically swinging their swords and were now meditating diligently on a quiet futon.

Suddenly, he felt something deep within his body being ignited. A faint yet incredibly pure warm current quietly emerged from nothing and flowed slowly along his meridians.

Wang Hao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

"Qi... Qi sensation?"

He's mastered it!

He truly mastered the Dao Xin Gong (Daoist Heart Skill) and developed a sense of Qi! This also meant that from this moment on, he had truly transcended the realm of ordinary people.

The thought that this power could also be used in reality made his heart tremble.

He felt an urge to log off, but he managed to hold back. After all, the energy within him was so weak that if he couldn't clearly sense its movement, he would have thought it was just his imagination.

Remembering the instructor's words, Wang Hao quickly opened a black porcelain bottle he had received earlier and put a Qi-boosting pill into his mouth without thinking.

The next moment, the faint flow of energy within his body visibly increased. Wang Hao dared not be careless and quickly calmed down, circulating the internal energy cultivation method of the Dao Heart Technique.