Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chapter 105 Changes

At five o'clock the next day, while Chen Mo was still practicing his cultivation technique, the sound of washing and rinsing came from the courtyard.

Despite not having slept all night, he still seemed quite energetic.

Once the Yin aperture in the chest center is opened, one can clearly feel the continuous flow of Yin Qi, which mainly nourishes the chest, abdomen, and back.

The skin in the area from the collarbone to the lower abdomen is firmer, and muscle density is slowly increasing.

But further down, to the groin, the warming sensation noticeably diminishes.

The nine major acupoints of the human body correspond to the whole body.

The Tanzhong acupoint governs the torso and is the foundation of health preservation.

The Laogong acupoint on the hand governs both arms, the Yongquan acupoint on the foot governs both legs, and there are other acupoints, each with its own function.

Currently, Chen Mo has only opened his dantian and tanzhong acupoint, which can nourish his torso, but his limbs will need to wait until the corresponding acupoints are opened in the future to be strengthened.

He sat up and found that everyone else in the room was awake.

Only Qian Mantang's bed was empty. He came back last night with a gloomy face to pack his luggage, and I heard he moved to another room.

Guo Huai'an poked his head out from the upper bunk, rubbing his eyes; his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

Shen Bao sat up, unconsciously grinding her teeth a couple of times before realizing what was happening and quickly shut her mouth.

"Damn, I barely slept a wink all night."

Li Jinrong rolled over, and the hard bed let out another painful scream. He grimaced, clutching his wound, and got up, his dark circles under his eyes clearly visible. "This bed is no human being to sleep on—"

He Songling was already dressed and folding his blankets. Hearing this, he didn't even turn his head and said, "Then you can sleep on the floor."

Li Jinrong glared at him but didn't reply.

Several people got up one after another, carrying basins to the yard to fetch water to wash their faces.

The courtyard has become lively.

People from all the houses came out. Some lined up to draw water from the well, some squatted in the corner brushing their teeth, and some were shirtless, wiping themselves with towels.

Laughter and curses mingled together.

Chen Mo filled a basin with water and squatted in the yard to wash his face casually.

The well water was icy cold, which invigorated one's spirits.

Li Jinrong leaned closer, splashing water on his face as he whispered, "Chen Mo, didn't you sleep well last night? I saw you even got up to check the time."

Chen Mo wiped his face: "It's alright."

"Not bad?" Li Jinrong looked devastated. "Guo Huai'an's snoring is like thunder, and Shen Bao grinds his teeth like a mouse gnawing on the bed leg. No wonder they can't sleep."

Shen Bao happened to be passing by and overheard this, then retorted angrily, "How dare you say that? Last night, when you turned over, the bed creaked like it was about to collapse! I thought there was an earthquake!"

Li Jinrong glared at him: "I have injuries!"

"What does an injury have to do with the creaking of the bed?"

"Can't I use force to turn over?"

The two started arguing again.

After washing up, the group went back to their room to change into their training clothes.

The gray, coarse cloth clothes were of average quality, but they were sturdy.

Li Jinrong looked at himself in the mirror he had brought, his face full of disgust. "These clothes are so ugly, all gray and dull. Wearing them out will make me look like a prisoner."

He Songling glanced at him: "Then you don't have to wear it."

Li Jinrong immediately shut up. He knew that if he didn't wear it, he would probably suffer a terrible fate, and his uncle definitely wouldn't help him.

After tidying up, the group left the courtyard and followed the flow of people toward the playground.

The streets were filled with newcomers in gray training uniforms, in twos and threes, forming a gray torrent.

Chen Mo roughly counted them; there were at least eight or nine hundred people.

"I heard they recruited about a thousand people this time," He Songling said from the side. "They've divided them into a hundred rooms, ten people per group."

Li Jinrong clicked his tongue: "A thousand people? Wow, that's quite a lot."

Shen Bao whispered, "That would require so many instructors—"

On the playground, a large group of people were already standing there, with instructors in uniform running around.

Chen Mo and his nine companions found the location of the East Third Hospital and lined up.

Their courtyard has five rooms, housing a total of forty-nine people.

The sun had just peeked over the horizon, and the morning light spilled onto the playground, casting long, gray shadows across the rows of people.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps approached.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people walking over from the other end of the playground. The leader was a middle-aged man with a burly build, a square face, and eyes as sharp as knives.

He wore a dark blue official robe with the emblem of the Zhenyi Division embroidered on his chest: a ferocious-looking Qilin.

Behind him followed a dozen or so instructors, all dressed in black, each with a straight back and piercing eyes.

"stand at attention!"

A loud shout silenced the playground instantly.

The middle-aged man walked to the high platform at the front of the group, stood still, and scanned the entire scene with his eyes.

All eyes of a thousand people fell on him.

"My name is Lei Wanjun, Deputy Director of the Anti-Issuance Division, and the person in charge of this training camp."

His voice was loud and clear, and could be heard clearly throughout the entire playground without the need for a megaphone.

Chen Mo stared at the figure on the high platform, then suddenly realized, "So it was him."

That night at the mass grave, the man was surrounded by lightning, making it impossible to see his true face.

"Some of you came on your own, some were recommended, and some came because you had no other choice. No matter how you got here, now that you've entered this door, you're all members of the Zhenyi Division."

His gaze was sharp as a knife, and he swept his gaze across the crowd with a serious expression.

"What does the Bureau of Suppressing Demons do? They catch demons, exorcise evil spirits, suppress evil, and bring peace to the people. They do head-risking work and earn money by risking their lives."

"Don't think that you can live a life of luxury just because you've joined the Zhenyi Division. Let me tell you, it's not that easy."

"Of these thousand people, it is estimated that less than one hundred will actually be able to enter the Zhenyi Division."

Whispers rippled through the audience.

Lei Zhenshan glared at him: "Quiet!"

The entire room fell silent immediately.

"For the next month, you will undergo the most rigorous training."

He held up three fingers.

"Listen carefully to these three rules."

"First, obey orders. Do whatever the instructor says. No talking back or questioning is allowed."

"Second, we must unite and help each other. You are all in the same camp, and you will fight together in the future. If anyone fights amongst themselves, I will personally kick them out."

"Third, no running away. Once you're here, you can't leave unless you're lying down."

The audience was silent.

Lei Zhenshan glanced around, his expression softening slightly.

"I know what you're thinking. This Thunder King really speaks harshly. And that's fine, I'm not here to amuse you, I'm here to train you into usable soldiers."

"Those who remain after a month will become formal apprentices of the Zhenyi Division, and can take up temporary positions in the Inspection Bureau. They will receive cultivation resources, cultivation techniques, and opportunities for promotion every month. Those who don't stay will go back to where they came from."

He waved his hand.

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Now, disperse and head to the cafeteria for lunch. Finish eating before 7:00, and gather in your classrooms at 7:00 sharp. The classroom numbers are posted at the entrance of your courtyard; find your way around."

"Disband!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the playground immediately became lively, and the crowd dispersed and surged towards the cafeteria.

He Songling breathed a sigh of relief. "That Thunder King really speaks so harshly, it makes my liver tremble."

Li Jinrong glanced at him: "Why are you trembling? I wasn't talking about you."

"When his gaze swept over me, I felt like he was looking at me!"

"You're overthinking it. In their eyes, you're like a fly."

The group walked towards the cafeteria, chatting and laughing.

There was already a long queue inside.

After finishing their meal, Chen Mo and the others returned to the East Third Courtyard and found a note pasted on the crooked gate: "Class 7, Grade A, classroom is the second room in the third row of the East District."

When the group found the church building, there were already more than twenty people sitting inside.

The room wasn't big, with about thirty desks, a blackboard, a podium, and chalk, much like a typical private school.

Chen Mo and the others found a seat at the back.

More people came in one after another, and soon all thirty desks were filled.

A person walked in through the door.

He was in his early twenties, tall and thin, dressed in a black outfit with a short stick at his waist, and his face was expressionless.

He walked to the front of the class, his gaze sweeping over the entire class. "Now, those of you whose names I call, please go outside. A teacher will take you to another class."

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