Advantage

Lin Yan did not stay at the training grounds for long. His understanding of swordsmanship had already reached a considerable height; with a high-level perspective, he did not need to know much about the Night Rain Sword. After merely watching Wei Xinran use it twice, he found the problems within it.

He then sparred with them for a while in a guiding capacity, pointing out their flaws.

It was getting late, so he did not linger any longer.

Wang Bing, Wei Xinran, and the others also returned to their respective barracks.

On the way, Lin Yan bought some snacks at the military service store, then returned to the Star Special Operations Squad's base.

The Bu brothers and Chu Wei were not there. Jia Yan and Li Tao were working out in the training room, Chen Lian was diligently writing a report, and Liu Mingxuan sat there, seemingly going through some documents.

Lin Yan placed the snacks beside Chen Lian's desk. "Good brother, I came to see you."

Chen Lian said, "The way you put that makes me feel like I'm in prison..."

"Not that bad. Not that bad."

Lin Yan looked over the report he had written. The handwriting was neat and the structure clear. No wonder Chu Wei had immediately thought of this crooked idea the moment writing reports came up. He really was talented at writing reports!

After glancing through it a few times, he did not disturb him. He walked over to Liu Mingxuan and asked, "Captain, how's it going?"

Liu Mingxuan knew he was referring to Zhang Wei. "The military district takes this matter very seriously. Two days ago, an alarm was triggered at the underground base where missile weapons are stored. There's a good chance he caused it. Fortunately, the security measures were comprehensive. He fled after triggering the alarm."

"The chief has already communicated with Huashan. Huashan will arrange for people to assist us as soon as possible."

Lin Yan was puzzled. "Huashan?"

Rare reverence and admiration entered Liu Mingxuan's voice. "Huashan is our military's strongest special department. Its founder was Huaxia's Pillar of the Sky, Jia Yi."

Lin Yan suddenly understood. Jia Yi was a powerhouse who had emerged from the Great Nirvana period. He had made enormous contributions to Huaxia and was a leading figure in the military, as well as the strongest person in Huaxia's government and military.

With Huashan's assistance, they could have a little more peace of mind.

"Then what are our follow-up arrangements?"

Their current mission could be considered complete, and Lin Yan was curious about what they would do next.

In truth, their Special Operations Squad had been assembled under a temporary designation. Once Zhang Wei's rescue mission was completed, it should have been disbanded, with everyone returning to their original teams. Lin Yan should also have been reassigned to a combat unit by the military district.

However, the military district had considered that the matter was not yet fully resolved, and that the team had meshed together well. Therefore, they had no intention of disbanding it for the time being and retained the Special Operations Squad's organization.

Liu Mingxuan pondered for a moment. "I'm not too sure."

"Let's wait for orders... What is it? Do you have something to do?"

Lin Yan waved a hand. "Nothing. I was just curious."

Liu Mingxuan nodded and brought up Other Matters. "Today, I went to report the mission to our superiors, and the chief gave me your martial artist certificate. I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, he took a red ID booklet from the document bag beside him.

Lin Yan accepted it and opened it. The ID photo had turned out rather handsome. He glanced at it without paying much attention, then put it away.

Perhaps this certificate meant many things to many people, but to Lin Yan, it was merely the beginning.

Liu Mingxuan told him, "Martial artists enjoy benefits different from ordinary people. That applies not only to martial arts hall martial artists; our military operates the same way."

"The chief asked me to tell you that once this matter is resolved, you will definitely be given treatment matching your abilities."

Lin Yan was somewhat puzzled. "Didn't Director Liu at the affairs office already give it to me?"

Combat equipment authorization and the Po Jun Sword manual.

Liu Mingxuan explained, "Those are merely the military's training plan for you. They are not the same as benefits. For example, your family will be eligible to move into the military district's family residential area. The security level there is top-tier. Even a War God who tried to cause trouble there would pay dearly for it."

"There are also certain policy privileges, but I won't go into detail. You can look into them yourself. You only need to know that since you are part of the military, the nation is your backing. Let me give you an example. Last year, a senior warrior from the Tianjing Military Region's Dragon Sword Commando suffered severe disabling injuries while carrying out a mission. The existing medical system was helpless, so the military district directly applied for a dose of Water of Life. He was treated and recovered."

Water of Life was currently the strongest medicine for treating external injuries. Regrowing a severed arm was no exaggeration. It could even be said that even if half the body had been torn away, as long as the person was not dead, drinking Water of Life could grow new limb tissue.

It was a true lifesaving treasure.

The price of this medicine known as Water of Life was equally astonishing. Its market price was as high as thirty billion, and it was unavailable even if one had the money.

It could be said that even War Gods found it difficult to afford.

Of course, the production cost of this medicine controlled by the Americans could not truly be so exorbitant. Through resource exchanges at the national level, the cost Huaxia paid to acquire it was far lower than the market price.

But for forces other than Huaxia's government and military, it was impossible for them to provide it free of charge to contracted martial artists.

For those below the War God level, it was an astronomical sum. They simply could not afford it. Even if they had the opportunity, they could only wait for death.

Liu Mingxuan continued, "To be honest, many martial artists are unwilling to join the military and instead choose martial arts halls or the HR Alliance. A major reason is that martial arts halls offer greater freedom. They can indeed earn far more money than we can, and there are no disciplinary requirements."

"But we have our own advantages. When we carry out missions, we represent national interests. We are qualified to mobilize all kinds of domestic social resources. Every department, company, enterprise, and major military garrison has the obligation to cooperate with our work."

It was like Bu Wenxing's poisoning incident. When they requested assistance from the military district, the military district office immediately placed an emergency call to the Military Science Academy. Even a major figure like the director of the Military Medical Research Institute was willing to personally oversee the filming of Lin Luosu's extraction.

That was the advantage of being a military martial artist.

Everyone shared the same position and the same goal. Naturally, in certain matters, they could set aside differences in status and unite as one.

Within the bounds of reason and law, as long as their authority was sufficient, the social resources they could mobilize were beyond the imagination of martial artists from other forces.

"Captain, I understand."

Lin Yan responded. In truth, he had long thought these matters through.

Making money was actually meaningless to him.

What he needed was to use the resources the system and the military could provide to grow rapidly. Luo Feng could reach the Planetary level in just a few years—was he supposed to remain on Earth until the end of time?

Rapidly advancing to the Planetary level was also his goal.

By then, what use would any amount of money be to him?

Even on Earth, truly precious items could not be bought with money.

Once he left Earth, money would be even more worthless.

As a soldier, he did not care that he lacked the freedom enjoyed by martial artists from other forces. His goal over these next few years was to become stronger, not to indulge himself without restraint. Therefore, these disciplines and requirements did not conflict with the path he wanted to take.

As for the responsibilities he bore, he did not reject them.

Taking responsibility was a quality people ought to possess. In the original story, when the Golden Horn Beast invaded and human society stood on the brink of collapse, Earth's eight heroes willingly sacrificed their lives to protect this world.

What a stirring and tragic burden that was.

He was doing the right thing, so naturally he should choose to shoulder these responsibilities. Avoiding responsibility was not the right course.

Liu Mingxuan's eyes were clear and bright as he gave a slight nod.

In his eyes, Lin Yan had always been someone dependable. Whether on the battlefield or in daily life, that had always been the case.

He could do very well.

There was No Need to doubt that.