Please, graduates, slay the demon!

It was already 3 a.m. when we finished.

The four returned to their dormitory, exhausted.

"We'll head back now..."

Zhang Xianzhong and Luo Pengfei's dormitory was right at the entrance of the building. The two were about to carefully enter when Qi Zijian called out to them from behind.

He took some Qi and Blood Pills and spirit stones from his person and handed them to Zhang Xianzhong and the other man:

"I think it's necessary to maintain the relationships that need to be maintained. Since you guys are going back so late, it's easy to attract the attention of your roommates. Rather than letting them gossip, I think it's better to give them some benefits to shut them up in time."

Zhang Xianzhong and Luo Pengfei exchanged a glance, feeling embarrassed, when they saw Chen Yang also take out some pills from his clothes.

"Old Qi is right. We need to bribe everyone in the prison camp. The four of us will be practicing every night, which will inevitably cause some disturbance. We should try to get these people to cover for us. Only after we've received their benefits will they keep quiet about what's going on."

"I'll take care of it."

Qi Zijian took the things from Chen Yang and put them in his pocket.

If we're talking about someone who gets along well with everyone in the prison camp, then Qi Zijian is the only one.

The blacksmith breathing technique was also revealed by Qi Zijian, so it was safest for him to act as the peacemaker.

Luo Pengfei and Zhang Xianzhong nodded and returned to their dormitory to rest.

Qi Zijian somehow obtained some thin wire, skillfully pried open each dormitory door, turned on the lights, and tossed out the Qi and Blood Pill amidst everyone's angry and shocked gazes, briefly describing the cause and effect of the matter.

In the end, a total of twenty people accepted Qi Zijian's Qi and Blood Pills amidst unprecedented shock.

When Qi Zijian returned to his dormitory, the monk was still in a meditative posture, but he wasn't chanting scriptures; he must have fallen asleep.

Chen Yang, who was on the lower bunk, was already fast asleep, but he was still muttering the Mind-Clearing Mantra.

"abnormal."

Qi Zijian muttered something, too lazy to take a shower, took off his clothes and collapsed on the bed, passing out in a second.

That night, the four-man group from the criminal camp slept soundly, while some other new recruits looked at the Qi and Blood Pills in their hands with a bit of excitement, only falling asleep slightly as dawn approached.

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At five o'clock in the morning, Chen Yang, who had slept for two or three hours, opened his eyes.

Perhaps it was due to the old man's breathing technique, but he did not feel any physical discomfort due to lack of sleep.

After carefully getting out of bed, Chen Yang quickly washed up and went out.

There was a well in the backyard of the prison camp. Chen Yang drew a bucket of water, took a shower, washed his dirty clothes from yesterday, and then left with his bags.

At this spot, besides the hazy sky, there was also a layer of white water vapor in the air.

There were very few people on the main road, only the soldiers who were still on guard duty.

Chen Yang turned his coat inside out and took a detour whenever he saw soldiers on guard duty, spending an extra twenty minutes to reach the supply depot for the new recruits he had seen the night before.

The surrounding walls were covered with notices for new recruits.

Outside the supply depot, soldiers at the peak of the second rank were on guard.

Chen Yang only glanced at the supply warehouses from a distance without approaching them. After confirming the location of the supply warehouses, Chen Yang plunged into the messy alley next to him, walking in a planned manner and recording the route inside.

Centered around the supply warehouse, the southeast corner of the surrounding alleyway is the site of military strategic meetings, the northeast corner is the girls' dormitory, the northwest corner is the boys' dormitory, and the southwest corner is a training ground for martial arts.

Chen Yang's footsteps moved quickly inside, and he used the stillness walking technique as he walked, never stopping his cultivation for a moment.

After driving for about a kilometer, Chen Yang memorized the route as the moisture in the air gradually dissipated, and dappled sunlight pierced through the clouds.

Chen Yang emerged from the chaotic military area and returned to the main road to the military canteen, where he collected his morning's beef, canned vegetables, and insect cakes.

Upon returning to the military area of ​​the criminal camp, Chen Yang went to the kitchen to fetch two buckets of water, then lit the stove in the shop, sliced ​​the beef into pieces, and put them into the stove to roast.

He took some tea leaves from Old Man Sun's armchair and brewed a bowl of tea using the high temperature of the stove. It was already 6:30 in the morning.

Chen Yang didn't go back to his dormitory. Instead, he sat on the ground and began to breathe in spiritual energy, chanting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra over and over again.

At 7:30 in the morning, the sunlight finally shone through the high wall dozens of kilometers away.

The sound of soldiers' synchronized footsteps and shouts during their training rang out clearly.

Chen Yang could sense a group circling around the prison camp, seemingly waiting for the graduates to come out so they could shout slogans at them again.

But no one came out, no matter how long they waited.

So the instructors made the new recruits stand at the entrance of the camp and shouted the slogan again:

"Those who violate discipline and moral standards are unfit to be soldiers!"

"Breaking military discipline is self-inflicted disgrace!"

"My uniform is stained with dirt; I am ashamed to be a soldier!"

"One wrong step, and you become a criminal!"

"He deserves to die!"

"He deserves to die!"

"He deserves to die!"

Following these slogans were the Survey Corps' own slogans:

"To establish a life for the people, to wield weapons for all living beings; to build a wall of flesh and blood..."

Chen Yang ignored all of this and just sat there, continuing his spiritual breathing exercises and reciting the mental cultivation method.

About ten minutes later, he saw Old Man Sun bring nineteen graduates to the shop.

"Hey, you're here so early today." Old Sun's tone was still sarcastic and mean when he saw Chen Yang.

"Mmm, it smells so good, it smells like cooked beef."

A graduate shouted, and after everyone entered the shop, they saw warm insect cakes and some small pieces of beef on the counter.

Next to Old Man Sun's armchair was a large plate of vegetables and beef, as well as a pot of tea that was neither too hot nor too cold.

Old Sun turned his head to look and saw that the stove had been preheated and all the windows were open for ventilation.

He walked to the cutting board and gently brushed it with his hand; it was spotless.

Old Sun lay back in his armchair, took a small sip of tea, his furrowed brows relaxed, glanced at Qi Zijian, and then fixed his gaze on Chen Yang:

"I misspoke about something yesterday. Qi Zijian is inferior to you in every way, including your flattery skills. No wonder you're a top student from the city, a man of such taste."

Qi Zijian, standing nearby, was taken aback: "..."

Chen Yang's tea-brewing process is quite complex. From controlling the water temperature, adding tea leaves, rinsing the tea, pouring water, brewing the tea, to dividing the tea, he handles the heat and time of each step very well.

If the old man asked Qi Zijian to brew a pot of tea, he would most likely burn the water, pour it directly onto the tea leaves, light a cigarette, and cheerfully tell the old man, "Here, have one with me."

"Alright, let's begin."

After the old man finished speaking, the clanging sound of hammering rang out again.

Today, however, these people did not have the same lifeless expressions as yesterday, and they were even more imposing than yesterday.

Everyone present had taken the Qi and Blood Pills given to them by Chen Yang.

From morning until noon, the old man had acquired three brand-new battle knives.

After finishing his work, he sat down in his armchair to rest, and it was clear that Old Man Sun was in a very good mood.

Chen Yang glanced at the old man every now and then, finally seizing the opportunity when the old man returned to his armchair to rest. As he swung his hammer, he asked in a casual tone:

"Master Sun, have you ever seen a great demon? What do great demons look like?"