bestfiction Chapter 207 Changes in Assessment
Chapter 207 Changes in Assessment
Zhong Ming randomly picked a group of people and started to squeeze into it.
The Yan family is in a real bind. They have connections everywhere in the stronghold, but they're not a spider in the sea.
You've posted this notice in so many places, even eight hands and eight eyes wouldn't be enough to see it all.
Moreover, what's even more frightening is that, after the Yan family's "meticulous" medical examination and repeated confirmation (actually, they couldn't believe it), they discovered that the "great cultivator" who helped Young Master Yan with his divination was severely injured, seemingly with a major Dao injury. If that were true, then they had gotten themselves into serious trouble...
That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!
The Yan family was somewhat intimidated. The higher-ups were arguing endlessly and dared not take direct action against Zhong Ming. He had not shown up recently either. The basic order given to their subordinates by the Yan family was to find Zhong Ming's whereabouts, and they were not allowed to do anything else.
Zhong Ming squeezed through the crowd for a long time before finally reaching the notice. He looked up and, wow, it was big news.
The final assessment for new recruits has been changed.
The old model of throwing people into large battlefields to complete missions and accumulate points has changed.
This time it turned into... hiking?
They said there were restrictions on the mountain, and climbing it would be very tiring. But if you could climb it, it meant you had passed the basic requirements and were ready to serve.
Then, once we reached the mountaintop, they started a ranking competition, it seemed like we were trying to enter a...
Zhong Ming didn't quite understand. It should just be a simulated arena where spiritual energy transforms into enemies or monsters to attack you. If it were a powerful cultivator using paper clones as simulated enemies, he would naturally know to stop and there would be no danger. But what was written here didn't seem to be the case.
Zhong Ming thought for a while, then stood there in a daze. The others behind him urged him on, shoving him a few times, "Hey, hey, hey, have you finished looking? Hurry up and leave after you've finished looking. We haven't looked at the rest yet."
Zhong Ming was shaken a few times and felt a little annoyed. Couldn't the bulletin board be made bigger? For example, that big house outside, an entire wall is just empty anyway, why can't they put a big bulletin board on it?
What he didn't know was that all the seemingly outrageous actions were based on evidence.
Guess why there's a wall with nothing on it? This is a stronghold! A stronghold has countless defensive structures. Not to mention behind the wall, there are spirit runes right under your feet. What's with the board hanging on the wall? If an enemy comes, they can just smash a big board on them!
Zhong Ming made a couple of sarcastic remarks and slipped through the crowd.
In the shadows, the two immediately compared the information, one quietly followed while the other left to report the information.
Elsewhere, using communication tools is perfectly fine, but within the stronghold, while communication isn't impossible, it's highly likely to be monitored by restrictions set up by Nascent Soul cultivators.
Zhong Ming strolled along, calculating the time. Xueyan and the others should have returned long ago, perhaps searching for him.
He returned to his residential area. Yue Kaishan's room next door was empty. He was a little confused and didn't know what to do. With the final assessment approaching, people who were on missions outside were returning one after another. Some were there to recuperate from their injuries, while others wanted to use all their military merit points to convert them into combat power. This residential area was becoming more and more lively.
Walking down the street, I ran into several familiar faces.
Time passed slowly, and as a new recruit, he was not yet qualified to receive a communication flying sword, nor could he contact Xueyan. Even as the recruit assessment was about to begin, he still hadn't seen them.
Zhong Ming was a little anxious and wanted to find some other instructors, but he found that he didn't know any of them. The only one he knew was Su Longshan, who had broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage but whose whereabouts were unknown.
He went to the first floor of the tower and confirmed that Xueyan had only accepted a very simple task, but for some reason it had been delayed for so long.
On the day of the final assessment for new recruits, Zhong Ming stood alone in the area belonging to the Xueyan Squad.
It was the same familiar place, the large square in front of the dock. The weather was sunny and perfect for setting sail. The sunlight shone on the square's bricks, warm and inviting, making one want to lie down and take a nap.
Squads of soldiers gathered and formed a human forest. Some squads suffered casualties, but there was only one lone outcast.
He stood ramrod straight, dressed casually, his gaze fixed intently on the distance. On the large ship, rows of imperial armor were displayed. Anyone who passed the test could wear it. The armors were lined up on the ship's side corridor, and when the ship returned, they would be filled with living flesh.
The instructors next door saw him standing there alone and came to ask him what was wrong. Without exception, they all said, "They've gone on a mission and will be there soon."
Banners fluttered and countless flags jingled as the leader of the Sky Outpost stepped forward and delivered a passionate speech.
Xueyan and the others still haven't shown up.
After lining up and boarding the ship, squads of soldiers walked onto the transport ship. Zhong Ming walked onto the ship expressionlessly and sat down in his squad's seat amidst the surprised gazes of the crowd.
"Hey bro, where are your other teammates?"
"do not know."
Aren't you anxious at all?
"If anxiety were useful, I would."
On the surface, Zhong Minggu appeared calm and collected, but in reality, he was extremely nervous.
It's alright if it's a few days late, just please don't die. I promised the Yue family I would take good care of Yue Kaishan, and I promised Su Longshan I would keep an eye on Xueyan.
Did something happen just because he missed one mission?
"Brother, you're really thick-skinned. If you were my teammate, I would be heartbroken."
“Not necessarily,” said an instructor next door. “If you encounter this situation on the battlefield and can fight without being affected when only one person is left, you would be an excellent soldier by any standard.”
Zhong Ming glanced at the speaker. The man was muscular, with a full beard and several scars on his face. He looked quite intimidating and could easily be mistaken for a bandit if you encountered him on the street.
"Thank you, senior."
"You're welcome. I'm Yan Yutang. What's your name?"
"His Daoist name is Cuihong Zhenren. He greets Senior Yan."
"Hey, I've heard Xueyan mention you," the person said, shifting their shoulders as if secretly loosening their muscles. "She said you..."
"Thump!!"
A crisp, loud impact interrupted his words.
"It sounds like something violently struck the cabin." Yan Yutang stood up, feeling puzzled. 'This cabin is quite sturdy; such a loud noise...could it be some kind of flying monster? No, we haven't even taken off yet.'
"I'll go out and see."
In the blink of an eye, the side door of the cabin opened, and several people with bruised and swollen faces rushed in.
At first glance, it was the small team that Xueyan had led out.