Please, graduates, slay the demon!

Military pickup trucks drove on the road, passing through a few bustling commercial streets.

Xu Chuan looked at the expressions of the pedestrians outside the window, his eyes filled with melancholy.

This is what the world is like after the college entrance exam.

Some are happy, some are sad.

He vaguely remembers that after finishing the college entrance examination, he did not feel relieved, nor did he feel excited about welcoming a new future.

He was as calm as ever, except for a short time when he no longer had endless test papers to do or martial arts practice to complete.

Later, I joined the army and went through so much more.

Turning his head, Xu Chuan looked at Chen Yang again. The graduate's face was thin, revealing a maturity beyond his years.

"Do you know why you failed the interview just now?"

Chen Yang looked at Xu Chuan and nodded.

"It's normal that your stamina can't keep up with sustained bursts of power due to lack of training. But Shen Nanfeng's later training wasn't as thorough as you might think; she's only a peak second-grade martial artist."

Xu Chuan started to make small talk, saying only a few words at a time:

"Do you know what's most important in spiritual practice?"

"Breathing exercises," Chen Yang replied calmly.

Chen Yang has been in this world for two years and has a very thorough understanding of its cultivation power system.

After the thick fog descended, someone, from who-knows-where, obtained the breathing technique.

Amidst the changes in heaven and earth, all things breathe a breath of life.

Plants need air, animals need air, humans need air, and even great demons need a breath.

In mythology, the final step in the creation of humans by the Creator was to breathe his own breath into the clay figures' nostrils.

Breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, storing it within the body, and using it to nourish bones and muscles to reach a transcendent level, thus becoming a martial artist—this is the cultivation practice of this world.

"The breathing techniques you teach are too basic. There are new breathing methods in the military that can accelerate the nourishment of bones and muscles. Different breathing techniques have different effects. Some strengthen the body, while others reshape the meridians. This is why Shen Nanfeng only practiced for a year, and she doesn't get tired even when using her muscles in a high burst."

Chen Yang frowned. He had never heard of this incident mentioned by Xu Chuan in his textbooks.

"Since the Survey Corps possesses such a powerful breathing technique, why not incorporate it into compulsory education? This would accelerate the cultivation of the entire population, producing stronger warriors, which would be far more beneficial in resisting the Great Demon."

Xu Chuan took out a cigarette and lit it:

"The military has its own rules, which I can't tell you about right now, but someone will teach you on the day you enlist."

Xu Chuan was deliberately keeping him in suspense, but the graduate in front of him just lowered his head and remained silent, showing none of the shock that a student of this age would feel upon hearing something that would change their worldview.

"I'm telling you all this because I want to tell you that there are things in the Legion that are beyond your current understanding. As long as you don't do anything stupid before you officially enlist and enlist safely, Shen Nanfeng knows them, and you can learn them too."

Xu Chuan had read Chen Yang's resume and, combined with the question Chen Yang had asked him, felt a vague unease. He knew Chen Yang had said those words to seduce him.

Teenagers of this age are always curious about new things.

Don't do anything foolish. We haven't had a promising talent like you in a long time.

Chen Yang simply looked out the window, his expression indifferent.

He reached out and gently pressed his forearm muscles, feeling the changes in his body at that moment.

The curse hadn't slowed the rate of bodily decay much; at this rate, he definitely wouldn't see the sun rise tomorrow morning.

The original owner's last wish cannot be delayed any longer and must be fulfilled today.

Also, after fulfilling the original owner's last wish, is it really necessary to join the army?

A map of the entire city of Seven appeared in Chen Yang's mind as he pondered where he could hide without being found by Xu Chuan.

In this world, you'll regret not joining the army for three years, but you'll regret joining for a lifetime.

What decent person would want to go to the border to slay demons?

While Chen Yang was pondering, Xu Chuan had been staring at him for quite a while.

"Hold out your hand," Xu Chuan said, biting his cigarette.

Chen Yang subconsciously extended his right hand.

"Smack."

Before Chen Yang could react, a metal bracelet was already on his wrist.

"This is a signal wristband used in the military. It can monitor your location in real time and allow you to contact us at any time. Of course, this is also in case some guys regret deserting."

"So please, please don't do anything foolish."

Chen Yang stared blankly at Xu Chuan.

The soldiers around Shen Nanfeng and others were also a little confused, as normal new recruits did not receive this treatment before enlisting.

What's wrong with the class monitor?

Are you that afraid this kid will run away?

However, it's understandable. If Chen Yang really enlists, he might be an even more capable recruit than Shen Nanfeng, and could make a more outstanding contribution to the future Survey Corps.

Thinking of this, many soldiers also began to look forward to this newly graduated student.

On the street, the red light came on.

When the pickup truck braked suddenly to a stop at the intersection, there was a shopping mall directly across the street. Students in school uniforms were chatting and laughing as they went inside to shop and eat, slowly consuming the few opportunities they had to meet.

Xu Chuan seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Chen Yang again:

"There's still a month and a half until your official enlistment. You can enjoy your summer vacation, see those familiar faces, and say goodbye properly."

It's nauseating and greasy for a seasoned veteran to say such things.

But none of the soldiers present, including Shen Nanfeng who would secretly talk in the ranks, laughed at their squad leader.

Everyone turned their gazes to the young men and women on the street and fell silent.

Say goodbye.

Two words were etched into Chen Yang's heart.

In the past two years, he has been studying and practicing diligently in order to survive, all in order to get into university and escape his family of origin.

Is there anyone in this world that you care about?

some.

In an instant, such a person actually flashed into Chen Yang's mind.

That was the only person in the world who cared whether I was tired or suffering.

"What time is it now?" Chen Yang asked Xu Chuan.

"4:30 PM."

"I don't want to go home for now. Could you take me to Pingzitang first?"

The green light came on, and the pickup truck made a U-turn.

By the time they arrived at Pingzi Hall, which Chen Yang had mentioned, the sky was already overcast and the streetlights were on.

Watching Chen Yang get out of the car and drive away, Xu Chuan instructed his men to drive the car out of the alley. Before Shen Nanfeng could ask him why he treated Chen Yang this way, he handed the soldier in the car Chen Yang's resume to him.

After everyone had looked through the resumes, they fell silent.

The person Chen Yang was looking for was named Pang Zhiwei, who was the original owner's friend in this world.

After Chen Yang transmigrated, he was still the only person who cared about him on his path of martial arts cultivation.

Pingzitang has been established for several decades.

Locksmiths and door-to-door service phone numbers are plastered all over every building in sight, like a skin disease.

Passing through the narrow entrance, you enter the adjacent residential area, where you can hear all sorts of cooking sounds, the sizzling of oil hitting the pan, and the laughter of old men and women sitting in the entrance, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans and cracking melon seeds.

Chen Yang turned his gaze and stopped in front of a smoothie shop without a sign.

"Ah Wei... Viagra?"

Chen Yang shouted twice at the window on the second floor of the shop. In school, some people's names always have strange nicknames, and Pang Zhiwei was no exception.

Pang Zhiwei.

Seeing that no one came out, Chen Yang shouted again.

After the window opened, an elderly woman poked her head out, smiled slightly at Chen Yang, and then said to those behind her:

"Xiaowei, Xiaoyang is here."

After a while, the young man's voice came from the shop:

"Why did you come today? Didn't we agree to meet tomorrow?"

A slightly chubby student with round-framed glasses, looking rather like a bookworm, came down from upstairs.

He unfolded the folding table, wiped off the grease, took out a smoothie from the refrigerator, poured cola and strawberry jam on it, and pushed it in front of Chen Yang.