Reorganizing the Demon-Slaying Squad, Advancing in Cultivation

The dust had yet to settle over the Martial Training Ground. In Chu Bai's hand, the Demon-Slaying Token gleamed coldly beneath the setting sun.

Facing more than two hundred pairs of eyes, each bearing a different expression, Zhang Cheng did not dismiss the crowd. He swept his sleeve and gave an order.

"Why put off until another day what we can do today? This reorganization cannot wait. Pang Song, Chu Bai, choose your officers right here on the Martial Training Ground and establish your units!"

The entire ground fell silent.

Chu Bai remained calm. He had already made his plans. The Demon-Slaying Squad dealt with the uncanny and with killing. Without a few dependable lieutenants, even if he possessed heaven-defying powers, he could not protect this corner of the world alone.

He first turned to Pang Song nearby and cupped his hands. "Captain Pang, since we're choosing officers on the spot, I'll shamelessly ask you for first pick. I want one man."

Pang Song burst out laughing, generous to a fault. "Brother Chu... no, Captain Chu, just say the word! Unless you're asking for my head, you won't hear a complaint from me."

"I want Hu Hao."

Chu Bai's voice rang clear as his gaze settled on Hu Hao in the crowd.

Hu Hao froze for a moment. Then delight and gratitude blazed in his eyes.

He had distinguished himself during the purge and had just been promoted to deputy captain. He had assumed he would remain under Pang Song.

"Done!" Pang Song slapped his thigh. "The kid's meticulous, and you both came out of the Dao Academy. He's just the man to handle your logistics and internal affairs."

Chu Bai nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to Feng Qin, who had just lost and still looked somewhat dejected.

"Captain