Chapter 125: Training Base

  "I became a barber and spent two years collecting the beards and hair of prisoners to make a rope. I escaped from the cliff using it." He pointed at Steel Tooth with his hand and said in a stiffening tongue, "Do you know why he's called Steel Tooth?" Without waiting for Xuan Qi's response, he continued on his own, "It's because when he was caught and taken into Guantanamo, the Americans pulled out all his teeth to try and get him to talk... but he didn't say anything."

  Xuan Qi gradually fell silent, coldly listening to Hu Xu tell the story of his brothers. They were all heroes, all with only three years of health left, all destined to be hung on the wall as heroes. Xuan Qi's chest was about to burst from anger, and Lao Ding also indignantly said: "Help them, don't let the hot-blooded man's heart turn cold."

  He nodded heavily and said loudly: "This matter of yours, I'll take care of it"

  His whiskers seemed drunk and silly, but his eyes flashed with a joyful glint, he was drunk but not confused.

  Life is a son of a bitch, taking the seemingly foolish men and tormenting them into cleverness, starting to complain about spitting out wine dregs after getting drunk, but in fact it's just a disguised setup, waiting for Xuan Qi to realize the trick when everything has already been too late, he has shouldered the future of these seventeen men.

  Fortunately, Xuan Qi didn't care about expenses. In this omnipotent money society, as long as you have money, you can do things that others can't.

  Xuan Qi stretched out his hand and knocked on his brow, hinting at Lao Ding: "What should be passed on to them?"

  "First teach them some basic skills and let them practice breathing exercises." Lao Ding didn't get carried away with excitement, as the Xuanmen sect's recruitment process was more rigorous than any other. It required testing the disciple's innate talent and wisdom, followed by a few years of testing their temperament to confirm that they were calm and wouldn't do anything evil before accepting them into the sect.

  Moreover, Lao Ding is now in an era of rapid change. Before Xuan Qi had the true energy liquid, he was just a bit stronger than ordinary people. If he were shot in the head with a gun, he would still die. Therefore, Lao Ding has unprecedented caution.

  Xuan Qi nodded and under the guidance of Lao Ding wrote out an introductory-level gong fa. This gong fa belonged to a foundational type that could be used by the dagger squad to first nourish their bodies, as they had all started too late and were already past the optimal age for cultivation. Some had even married and had children, dissipating their original yang, and on top of that, had overdrawn their potential. Therefore, they would first solidify their foundation and cultivate their yuan, then use medicinal materials to nourish themselves for a year or so.

  Xuan Qi used his technique of observing the aura and gazed at Hu Xu's whiskers, discovering that the black deathly energy entwined around his body had been completely consumed.

  "Since you want to show off your skills, find a place to settle down first." Xuan Qi suddenly thought of the Siberian training camp, this notorious training camp that was destroyed four years ago. Xuan Qi pondered whether he should also set up a training camp and continuously transport security forces.

  His mustache seemed to sense Xuan Qi's thoughts, and he opened the military map on his body: "At the intersection of Kazakhstan, China, and Russia, there is a Gobi Desert, where there is a small village called Tengda, which is an area that none of the three countries govern. There are bandits there, as well as fugitives who have escaped from the three countries. We plan to go there to relax and recover our bodies. At the same time, we will build a training camp and recruit some men."

  Whiskers also knew that his body had a problem. In the past, he could go three days and nights without sleep, carrying all his equipment to pursue the enemy for thousands of miles. Now it's not possible, just running a few steps a day makes him feel short of breath. He can clearly feel his energy, like a piece of iron that has been heated to 100 degrees, dropping degree by degree.

  "Let's go there first, you'll probably need half a year to recover your body. Half a year later, I'll come find you again." Xuan Qi said, taking out 100,000 cash, as he had rushed over and didn't bring much money. Then he wrote a prescription and handed it to Hu Xu, instructing him: "According to this prescription, buy the medicine, then buy some large wooden barrels, soak in them for half an hour every morning and evening, one set of medicine can be soaked for seven days. Don't reduce the efficacy of the medicine to save money, remember to buy more medicinal materials, it's better to have a backup."

  He nodded heavily, knowing that at this time he couldn't afford to have any tender feelings for a woman. After leaving behind a special way of contact, the seventeen men seemed to disappear like ghosts into the vast sea of people.

  Xuan Qi also boarded the plane back to the capital, sitting in the cabin looking at the vast land, Xuan Qi felt a thousand emotions, and asked in a low voice: "Is there really a sword immortal in this world? Flying with a sword, cutting down generals and snatching flags thousands of miles away?"

  The old man nodded and said: "There were indeed such figures in the past, but at that time the earth was full of spiritual energy, so all kinds of cultivators emerged one after another, and various schools of thought flourished. But now the earth's spiritual energy is scarce, and humans have developed technological weapons. Just ordinary firearms can kill off young cultivators, strangling them in their infancy. The entire cultivation world seems to be a castrated species, with each generation being weaker than the last. Even your family's orthodox cultivation tradition almost had its transmission cut off."

  Xuan Qi nodded silently, yes, the earth has already entered the era of the end of the law. Is there still a need for the existence of Xuan Men Xiu?

  Lao Ding seemed to know that Xuan Qi's emotions were low and said in a low voice: "In this world, anything that exists has a certain degree of rationality. Now, the Xuanmen technique is classified as supernatural and researched as a topic of superpowers. Do you think Xuanmen Xiu has a necessary existence?"

  When Lao Ding said that, Xuan Qi's doubts were also dispelled. As the plane dived down and landed, Xuan Qi also stared at the buildings on the ground below with wide eyes. Since it exists, it is reasonable; since it is reasonable, he has such an opportunity, and he has a responsibility and obligation to make all this flourish. For a moment, Xuan Qi's Dao heart was stable.

  The plane landed at the capital airport, and Xuan Qi returned to the small courtyard in Beiqing Shuimu Garden, sat cross-legged on a cushion, and began to reflect on the gains and losses of this trip to the border province. A cultivator must examine himself three times, know his mistakes, and correct them, which is the greatest virtue.

  Xuan Qi picked up an iron awl again, wrapped his inner energy around it, and threw it out fiercely. With a whooshing sound, the iron awl pierced through the air and stabbed into the artificial hill in the pool, sparks flying everywhere, penetrating three inches deep.

  "The effective attack radius is about thirty meters." Xuan Qi remembered it in his heart. In the past few days, he had acted too hastily, relying solely on temporary bravery and rushing into action. Xuan Qi was not even clear about how large his own attack radius was or how powerful it was.

  "If you really want to refine your life flying sword, I can teach you, but it must be after your true energy is liquefied. Moreover, the life flying sword requires heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and now the spiritual energy on earth is scarce, making it very difficult to forge a suitable flying sword."

  The old tortoise became enthusiastic about the topic and spoke to Xuán Qí in a continuous stream: "Xuánmén cultivators, three thousand great paths, as long as you can calm your mind, whether it's refining the sword or refining the body, ultimately you can break through the void. Sword refinement is powerful, but it relies on having a life flying sword, and after cultivating the tortoise dragon transformation, your body will become as hard as iron..."

  Listening to Old Turtle's endless boasting, he disparaged all other cultivators and cultivation methods, leaving only the strongest cultivation technique in the universe, the Turtle-Dragon Transformation. He even solemnly declared: "In the universe, do you know what substance is the hardest? I can tell you, it's the turtle shell! Your body has been cultivated to be as hard as a turtle shell, so others can't break you, and you'll stand on unshakeable ground..."

  Never argue with a stubborn old turtle about the hardness of its shell. He will use a vast vocabulary to lower your IQ to his level and then thoroughly defeat you with his rich experience. So in this situation, Xuán Qí was very wise to shut his mouth tightly, and then silently sat cross-legged on the cushion, running the Turtle-Dragon Change into stillness. Tomorrow is a good day, belonging to Beī Qīng's first class, it's about to begin.

  Sitting in the bright classroom, Xuan Qi felt as if time had warped and he was back in another space-time continuum, back to another segment of his life. The Xuan Qi who had failed the college entrance exams, was weak and often ill, sat huddled in a third-rate university's classroom, still reeling from the pain of his grandfather's passing. He was so unnoticeable, sitting in the corner. Next to him were classmates he couldn't avoid, their faces filled with disgust, Xuan Qi's body odor was too unbearable.

  Now Xuan Qi is sitting in the first row of the middle seat, which originally belonged to the academic tyrant, with the title of the national college entrance examination champion. After practicing the transformation of the dragon and phoenix, he has undergone a complete change, not only without any medicinal smell, but also with skin as white as jade, accompanied by a faint fragrance. His deskmate Hua Yiyi has already stolen glances at Xuan Qi for the sixth time.

  Xuan Qi's life underwent a heaven-shaking change, and this was only the first step in defying fate. Old Turtle was right, the Turtle-Dragon Transformation was indeed the strongest defensive technique in this world, but Xuan Qi, who defied fate, would not just defend; he also had to take the initiative to attack, forging his own destined flying sword. In his past life, he had been too reserved for too long, curled up into a ball for too long, and wandered outside the center of the world for too long. This life, Xuan Qi wanted to break out, only offense was the best defense, only expansion could prove one's existence, and only radiating light could give value to being alive.

  The door of the classroom was pushed open from outside, and Deng Heli, dressed in a brand new suit, walked into the classroom and began to lecture on the first lesson of the Northern Qing Computer Science Department.

  "Classmates, you are all the favored ones of heaven, selected from various provinces and cities as top-notch computer talents. All of you have had contact with computers before, and now I will teach you computer programming. Please open your textbook to page 5; today's introductory course is on computer language..."

  Xuan Qi sat below and listened. Deng He Li's knowledge was vast and his attainments in computer science were profound. Some theoretical knowledge was explained clearly and thoroughly, making people involuntarily become deeply engrossed.

  Xuan Qi's brain had been developed by Xuan Shu, and with Deng He Li's explanation, Xuan Qi seemed to grasp the entire book's framework. Relying on his extraordinary memory, combined with the knowledge he had self-studied in later generations, and then verified by the book itself, Xuan Qi could hear one and know ten, and in a short while, he finished reading the entire book, with all the knowledge imprinted in his mind, leaving him unsatisfied for a moment.

  This is a computer professional course, following the teaching progress of Beiqing, from freshman to junior year, a total of six books will be issued. That is to say, Xuán Qí uses half of the class time to put all the knowledge of the book into his mind.

  Happiness came too suddenly, making Xuan Qi terrified, and he muttered to himself in a daze: "What's wrong with me?"

  Lao Ding said with a smile: "As Einstein said, the human brain only uses 3%. And you practice the Dragon Transformation to open the ancestral aperture, which is equivalent to developing the brain to 10%. This is an extraordinary achievement. Some people spend their entire lives and only develop 10%, but look at them, aren't they all famous scientists who leave a mark on history?"

  "So that's how it is?" Xuan Qi let out a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't something bad.

  As the bell rang, signaling the end of the first class, Deng Helie looked at Xuan Qi with a slightly tense expression and walked over to ask in a low voice, "Did you understand? If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me." The surrounding students also turned their attention to Zhuangyuan Ge.