Beating Up Zhao Tong

"Origin Energy?"

Ding Chen's face was filled with shock. He never expected Chen Xian to have successfully condensed his acupoints and begun to surge into the Yuan realm.

It's just that the Origin Energy surging from Chen Xian's body... was a bit terrifying!

Wang Yan, Qin Fei, Luo Ying, and the others also realized that Chen Xian had refined Origin Energy.

It was the energy that martial artists dreamed of!

Because Origin Energy dealt great damage to demons, it was a crucial force in suppressing them.

With Origin Energy in his body, killing lesser demons was like one slash per demon!

"He's only eighteen, right?" Ding Chen murmured.

Wang Yan and the others nodded. They were all a little older than Chen Xian.

Ding Chen rarely smiled. "A one-in-a-thousand chance, he's very lucky!"

According to statistics, out of thousands of martial artists who wanted to refine Origin Energy, only one succeeded.

For a moment, Wang Yan, Qin Fei, and the others looked at Chen Xian with immense envy.

"Pass down the order, everyone keep this quiet!"

A deep light flickered in Ding Chen's eyes as he said in a deep voice.

Having a master in the Surging Origin Realm in the cook's barracks meant a very high survival rate on the battlefield.

They absolutely couldn't let the front army know and transfer Chen Xian away.

"Yes, sir!"

Wang Yan and the others understood Ding Chen's intentions and immediately passed down the order.

At this moment.

Chen Xian retracted the dark golden flames burning all over his body and looked down at himself. His gaze couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

His clothes were burnt with holes everywhere, and his crotch was exposed.

Moreover, his entire body was blackened, covered in a sticky, black impurity that smelled terrible.

"Ugh...!"

Chen Xian took a sniff and almost threw up.

He turned his head and saw Ding Chen staring at him, so he smiled and quickly went to clean himself.

Half an hour later.

In the tent.

Chen Xian changed into a clean, coarse cook's uniform. His skin was smooth like gold and jade, with a rich texture.

Ding Chen and the other two surrounded him, their faces full of surprise. They didn't speak, just stared at him like that.

Chen Xian felt a bit uncomfortable being stared at, so he said, "Everyone has their secrets, let's not ask each other!"

Ding Chen and the other two were stunned.

Wang Yan, however, exclaimed, "I'm so pure, what secrets could I possibly have?"

Chen Xian said, "Why don't you bring toilet paper when you go to the toilet?"

Wang Yan: "...!!"

"Hahaha...!"

Ding Chen and the other one laughed at Wang Yan's embarrassment.

A moment later, Ding Chen patted Wang Yan's shoulder and said, "Alright, let's not ask. In short, Chen Xian has successfully entered the Surging Origin Realm, which is a good thing!"

Wang Yan nodded. "That's true... Brother Ding, the gap is a bit too big. We have to work harder!"

"It's time to work hard!"

Ding Chen nodded, exchanged a glance with Qin Fei, and then the three of them continued their Blood Moving Realm practice.

Chen Xian didn't disturb them. He was still immersed in the joy of breaking through to the Jade Sea Realm. He sat cross-legged on the bed and began circulating the Great Heavenly Cycle according to the [Ox Demon Golden Flame Technique].

After finishing, he glanced at his status panel.

"One hundred and five years, so satisfying!"

Looking at his lifespan, Chen Xian was secretly excited.

For the next seven days, Chen Xian used all his remaining 42 experience points to upgrade the [Ox Demon Golden Flame Technique] to the introductory level.

His Jade Sea Realm was also introductory, with no changes.

But he could clearly feel that the Origin Energy in his Jade Sea had become much more abundant.

With no more experience points, he circulated the cultivation technique himself, absorbing fire-attribute spiritual energy from heaven and earth into his body to condense Origin Energy.

It was very slow, but he wasn't in a hurry.

Anyway, now that his Jade Sea was broken through, even without experience points, he could slowly grind his way up.

During this time, Ding Chen and the others also progressed very quickly, reaching the Minor Accomplishment stage of Blood Moving.

Only Cao Fang and Zhao Yu were a bit slower; their bodies had completely recovered and they had reached Body Refinement Completion, currently attempting to circulate their blood qi.

The other remaining soldiers were also more or less the same. They were originally at the Blood Moving Realm.

However, comparatively, their progress was not as good as Ding Chen and the other four.

In addition to this.

Ding Chen also instructed everyone to divide some of the demonic beast meat from their daily meals among the warhorses.

With only three more days until they would be on the battlefield fighting demons, if the warhorses were to lose stamina, it would also be very dangerous for the soldiers.

As for other matters, the addition of a hundred-person cook squad to the Ninth Demon Suppression Army had already spread throughout the camp, drawing countless jeers and mockery from the soldiers.

The cook squads always hide in the rear, what use could a cook squad possibly have?

If they don't cook well, they still want to achieve merit on the battlefield?

Are they just going to throw their lives away?

If the demon army sees this, won't they mock our Great Ning Dynasty for having no capable people?

And other such harsh words.

Chen Xian and the others occasionally heard these remarks but paid them no mind. They continued their drills, practiced their techniques, and rested as usual.

The month turned to early September.

The autumn wind carried a chill.

The half-month of training had concluded.

After breakfast on this day, Liao Zipeng, along with three Second Lieutenants and nine Chief Medics, arrived at the cook squad's camp.

"Your subordinate Ding Chen, pays respects to Lord Liao!" Ding Chen led everyone forward to bow.

Liao Zipeng waved his hand, glanced at everyone, and nodded dismissively, "Second Lieutenant Ding, how has the training been for the past half-month?"

Ding Chen straightened up, neither humble nor arrogant, "It's been alright. Does Sir wish to test us?"

Liao Zipeng nodded disdainfully, "Of course!"

"Zhao Tong, go and test him!"

Zhao Tong stepped out from behind the others. "Yes, Sir!"

He walked to the front of the group, looked at Ding Chen, and his gaze swept over Chen Xian and the others one by one, finally choosing Cao Fang.

"You, step forward!"

Ding Chen couldn't help but frown. In their hundred-person squad, apart from Cao Fang and Zhao Yu, everyone else was at the Blood Moving Realm.

This Zhao Tong had chosen very accurately, picking out Cao Fang, who was at Body Refinement Completion.

Cao Fang looked displeased and was hesitating when someone beside him suddenly spoke with a smile, "Old Zhao, Cao Fang's injuries haven't fully healed yet. I'll take his place!"

Wang Yan stepped forward. He was now also a Chief Medic, at the same rank as Zhao Tong, so he didn't show the latter any respect, directly calling him "Old Zhao."

Zhao Tong stared at Wang Yan, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Wang Yan had thrown a punch at him half a month ago, only to be kicked away by him.

Was he seeking revenge this time?

"Hmph, then it'll be you!"

Zhao Tong snorted coldly. Half a month ago, Wang Yan was still at Body Refinement Completion, but now he was at most at the Introductory stage of Blood Moving.

Chen Xian and Qin Fei both gave Wang Yan a meaningful look.

Wang Yan smiled knowingly and strode up to Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong snorted, "Can we begin?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Yan didn't reply. He charged forward with a rush and slammed his fist towards Zhao Tong.

His fist, surging with black and red blood qi, was filled with an extremely powerful, searing force.

Zhao Tong was startled.

"Minor Accomplishment of Blood Moving?"

Bang!

The two exchanged a fierce punch, and Zhao Tong was forced back four or five steps.

Seizing the advantage, Wang Yan attacked fiercely.

He rained punches and kicks down on Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong, who was at the Great Accomplishment of Blood Moving, could only defend himself. Seeing everyone laughing at him, he gritted his teeth, let out an angry roar, and grabbed Wang Yan's waist. The two of them lunged forward together, falling to the ground and wrestling.

"That'll teach you to show off!"

Wang Yan's fists were like iron lumps, and in moments, he had Zhao Tong screaming in pain, his face bruised, his nose bleeding, and blood flying from his mouth.

Although Zhao Tong was at the Great Accomplishment of Blood Moving, he usually only cared about enjoying himself and had been lax in his cultivation.

Wang Yan was in the minor success stage of the Blood Moving Realm, but he cultivated for over six hours daily, along with high-intensity body refinement.

This was also one of the reasons Zhao Tong couldn't defeat Wang Yan.

Secondly, there were differences between individuals.

The same cultivation technique, practiced by different people.

Even within the same realm, there were varying gaps.

This was a matter of talent.

"Ahhh... stop hitting me... I surrender..."

Zhao Tong shielded his head with both arms, letting out pig-like squeals.

Liao Zipeng frowned, not even bothering to look. This Zhao Tong was truly embarrassing.