Please, graduates, slay the demon!

Yang Ji held the compass and subconsciously turned it around in a circle before realizing that the compass was broken.

However, the pointer and chassis are made of top-quality spirit stones.

The moment Yang Ji grasped the compass, he could feel the compass drawing his spiritual energy towards him.

Moreover, the compass base is not engraved with cardinal directions, but with trigrams that would only be found on a feng shui compass.

"Grade A magical artifact."

Yang Ji smiled; this was the first magical artifact he had ever acquired.

"Yang Ji, come and lend a hand."

Wu Xian's voice came from the smoke. Yang Ji felt around on the shelf and went to find Huang Tao and Wu Xian lying on the ground, sneaking around with their eyes scanning the space under the shelf.

"You two..."

Before Yang Ji could even ask, Huang Tao loudly stopped him:

"Yangji, it's over there with you."

Yang Ji was startled and caught a glimpse of a furry black shadow darting out from under the shelf.

He instinctively drew his sword and slashed at the furry thing, but the black cat creature lightly leaped onto Yang Ji's long sword, then landed again and burrowed under a nearby shelf.

"Damn it, he got away again." Huang Tao slapped his thigh in frustration.

"What exactly is that thing?" Yang Ji asked again.

"When I went to search for supplies, I heard birds chirping. I followed the sound and found a bamboo cage hanging on the top of the shelf, with a black crow inside."

Wu Xian explained breathlessly:

"With this smoky air, how can birds survive? It must be a spirit pet of the Survey Corps. I was going to take it with me, but as soon as I got close, the crow pecked open the cage with its beak and ran out. It wasn't that it couldn't escape the cage; it was just playing a trick on me."

"Looks like the recruits' night supply depot really went all out, even releasing spirit pets."

Yang Ji sheathed his sword.

"The crows that the Survey Corps raises are called Black Feathers. Keeping them around allows them to detect areas within a ten-mile radius of fog outside the territory. They are only useful for reconnaissance and are not anything good."

Yang Ji offered them some simple words of comfort.

It's not that he doesn't want a spirit pet, but rather that the spirit pet has no value to him.

He's only here to investigate the Legion's gilding program; he won't be going to the battlefield in the future, so he doesn't need this stuff at all.

Therefore, he did not want his teammates to focus too much energy on unnecessary spirit pets.

"What are you two carrying?" Yang Ji asked, scrutinizing Huang Tao and Wu Xian.

Wu Xian took out a yellow talisman and a Guanyin bottle from his pocket.

The yellow talisman was very thin, made of Xuan paper, but no matter how Wu Xian handled it, the paper showed no signs of wrinkling or tearing.

The Guanyin bottle had a narrow body and was as white as jade, looking like a common ceramic antique on the market.

"I don't know what this Guanyin bottle is used for. But this yellow talisman should definitely be a lightning-collecting talisman. I saw it in my high school textbook. The previous owner of the lightning-collecting talisman was a captain in the Northeast Military Region. He sacrificed himself to cover his teammates' evacuation overseas."

"And you?" Yang Ji turned his gaze to Huang Tao, who was standing to the side.

"I couldn't find the magical artifact."

Huang Tao took off his backpack, unzipped it, and was met with an endless stench of fish.

Yang Ji looked closely and discovered that what was in the backpack was a piece of flesh that was writhing.

"Tai Sui meat is a medicinal material transformed from a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that has absorbed spiritual energy. It is said that when used as a medicinal guide, it will multiply the effects of any elixir."

"This is good stuff..."

"It's definitely good stuff..."

The three of them stood there silently, without saying a word, and no one asked Yang Ji if he had found anything good; they just looked at each other.

After a long silence, Wu Xian finally broke it:

"According to our previous rules, all spoils will be split 30/70. I still have a lot of high-level pills here, but I don't want them anymore. I don't know what the Guanyin Bottle is for, but I can give it to you. However, I want to take this Thunder-Gathering Talisman with me."

"Me too, you take 70% of the Tai Sui meat, and I'll keep the remaining 30%."

Huang Tao said calmly.

"We can give you some supplies. But you'll have to be strong enough. Look, I killed all the other teams when we fought our way in from the supply depot. If you have to take 30% of them, won't you feel a little embarrassed?"

really.

The final distribution of profits could not be agreed upon.

It was as if they already knew the outcome.

After exchanging a glance with Wu Xian, Huang Tao drew his sword with two sharp sounds, slashing horizontally towards Yang Ji's face.

Following Yang Ji, it is indeed an easy way to occupy the core area of ​​the supply warehouse; this is an undeniable objective fact.

But Huang Tao and Wu Xian knew Yang Ji's character very well.

"clang--"

Yang Ji parried with one hand, then his blood and qi erupted, a gust of wind swept past, knocking the two of them to the ground.

Yang Ji gave Wu Xian and Huang Tao no time to think, and once again swung his sword at the two of them.

Just as the two were struck, three whooshing sounds rang out in the air.

Yang Ji stopped and casually unleashed two blade beams. With the sound of metal clashing against the sword, he instantly severed two or three daggers that had been sneaking up on him from the smoke.

In that short time, Huang Tao had already helped Wu Xian away from Yangji.

Zhao Kexin led more than twenty people out of the smoke.

Yang Ji looked Zhao Kexin up and down.

Zhao Kexin carried a large mahogany box on her back.

The new recruits beside her were also carrying brown boxes of various sizes, which probably contained high-end magical artifacts or elixirs.

After scanning all the high-end supplies on Zhao Kexin's team, Yang Ji fiercely turned his gaze to Huang Tao and Wu Xuan.

"You've been Zhao Kexin's people from beginning to end?"

"Yes, you're right. Just like you never intended to share the supplies equally with the two of us."

Huang Tao said.

Wu Xian gripped the knife with both hands, not daring to relax for a moment.

There are no rules on recruit night. As long as you can grab supplies, you can use any means necessary, such as forming a team, betraying, or ambushing.

After the new recruits were formed, Wu Xian and Huang Tao, who knew Yang Ji's character, secretly went to see Zhao Kexin.

Knowing that Zhao Kexin disliked men, the two did not apply to join her team. They only wanted to seek cooperation. In the final moments of the recruit night, if Yang Ji obtained a high-end magic weapon, they were willing to help Zhao Kexin, only asking that Zhao Kexin not take away their supplies.

Zhao Kexin pondered this matter for a long time, but it was only after her female soldiers thought the plan was feasible and persuaded her many times that she agreed.

"The Grade A magic weapon is on him, should we steal it?"

"Rob." Zhao Kexin only used this one word.

Immediately following was the sound of knives being brandished.

Seeing this, Yang Ji whistled, trying to summon his teammates outside the supply depot.

Upon hearing the whistle, Wu Xian followed the female soldiers, brandishing their swords and charging forward.

"It's no use. I've already informed Zhao Kexin and the others of the locations of the men you sent out. They've all been wiped out by now."

When Wu Xian's blade was still three inches from Yang Ji's face, Yang Ji slightly shifted his left foot, and the angle of his body turn was just enough for the blade to glide past the tip of his nose.

At the same instant, he reversed his grip on the hilt of the knife with his right hand and flicked it upwards, the back of the blade striking Wu Xian's wrist precisely.

With a "crack," Wu Xian groaned as his battle sword flew out of his hand.

"Get out of here, you bastard."

Yang Ji gave him no chance to catch his breath, reaching out with his left hand to grab Wu Xian's collar and flinging him to the right. Wu Xian's body slammed into the three female soldiers at the front like a sandbag, and the four of them rolled into a heap.

At this moment, the more than twenty people behind Zhao Kexin pressed forward. The leader was a burly female soldier with dark skin, holding a pair of iron hammers in both hands, who swung them around and smashed them down on Yang Ji's head.

Without turning his head, Yang Ji slashed his long sword diagonally upwards, the blade brushing against the handle of the hammer. Using the momentum, he pulled the burly female soldier forward uncontrollably, and the hammer crashed into the shelf next to him, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Yang Ji swung his knife back and struck the female soldier on the back of the neck, causing her to collapse with her eyes rolling back in her head.

Four or five more people rushed out of the smoke.

Yang Ji shattered the floor tiles beneath his feet, his body spinning in place like a top, his long sword sweeping out an arc-shaped silver light curtain.

The sound of blades slicing through clothing and flesh rang out continuously. The weapons of the three men fell from their hands, and two men retreated while clutching their shoulders, leaving a broken red line of blood droplets in the air.