When Li Chengfeng arrived at the training ground, yawning, there was already a large group of people lying on the ground. Only Han Tianxing was kicking people in exasperation, urging them to get up.
But no matter what Han Tianxing said, no matter how he punched and kicked, these new soldiers refused to get up.
Han Tianxing was a proud man, judging others by his own standards. If he could do something, why couldn't the other party?
It was impossible that they couldn't get up after just twenty laps!
Before he built his foundation, wasn't his foundation much worse than theirs?
But how did he get through this?
Together with Senior Brother, he bravely charged into the Marrow Cleansing Pool of Universe and experienced unimaginable pain. Again and again, he endured the tearing of his flesh and blood, the tearing of his meridians and the regeneration of them. Again and again, he hovered between life and death, and again and again, he fell and climbed back up again and again!
Could it be that the pain of running a mere twenty laps could compare to the pain they had experienced in the Marrow Cleansing Pool of Universe?
Li Chengfeng and Xiaobao had been trained since young, their bodies were much stronger than ordinary people. But Han Tianxing was just a weak scholar, how could these soldiers be worse than him?
Han Tianxing did not believe it, thinking they were bullying him because he was too young to convince the masses!
Just as Han Tianxing was about to pinpoint one or two typical examples to kill, Li Chengfeng arrived at the training ground. He looked around with a grin, not angry, and said to the fuming Han Tianxing, "Is this a joke?"
Han Tianxing immediately roared, "These useless things, they're playing dead after just twenty laps!
Even if I only have one leg, I can still run faster and longer than them! "
Li Chengfeng pulled Han Tianxing aside and chuckled softly. "Don't compare yourself to him. You're a cultivator, they're just mortals."
Han Tianxing scoffed. "Hmph, wasn't I a weak scholar before I entered the Marrow Cleansing Pool?
How can I last but they can't even last a few laps? "
Li Chengfeng was taken aback. He realised Han Tianxing had changed a lot compared to when he first entered the sect. Before, Han Tianxing was cautious and careful with every step he took, afraid of being bullied. When he came to Hidden Sword Court, he found a sense of belonging and a way to rise. With Li Chengfeng's help, he became a true cultivator.
Especially after he achieved excellent results in the assessment and built up his confidence, Han Tianxing began to change. He became more confident and assertive.
However, he would not show this in front of Li Chengfeng. In front of others, Han Tianxing would show this side. He wanted things to go according to his plan, he wanted to stand out, he wanted to be famous!
Li Chengfeng thought for a moment, then changed his tone to a gentle one. He patted Han Tianxing's back and whispered, "Tianxing, although you were born a frail scholar, your willpower is one of a kind. Your body can be trained but when you reach adulthood, your willpower and spirit are already set and hard to change.
In the path of cultivation, you can slowly improve your cauldron but if your willpower is not good enough, even Daluo Golden Immortals will be helpless. "
Han Tianxing's expression eased a little. He glanced sideways at the soldiers and muttered, "A bunch of peasants!"
Li Chengfeng smiled. "If they had your spirit and willpower, wouldn't they have joined a cultivation sect a long time ago?
Why would they become a prefectural army? "
What was a prefectural army?
To put it simply, it was an army that did odd jobs. It was a lowly army. Their pay was very low, and many of them had nowhere else to go. They could not survive, and they could not pass the military examination, so they became lowly soldiers. There were even many exiled criminals among them, or regular soldiers who had violated military discipline in the regular army and were shot down.
These people were a mix of good and bad. Some were honest peasants, some were vicious criminals, some were emaciated old men, and some were powerful murderous soldiers. All in all, these people were complicated, but they were a bunch of people waiting to die. Only a few were like Han Tianxing, living in hell but looking up to heaven.
Were there any powerful people here?
Of course there were!
But Han Tianxing was sure none of them were. Why else would they play dead after running twenty laps?
Han Tianxing's expression eased a little but he still said angrily, "The Advisor sent us here to train the soldiers, are we just going to sit around and not work?"
Li Chengfeng smiled. "Don't worry, we won't have to go to the battlefield!
If it's our turn, we're basically done for! "
Han Tianxing's expression hardened as he told Li Chengfeng seriously, "Senior Brother, you're right, I shouldn't be so serious.
But since we're here to train the soldiers, we can't just sit around and do nothing!
What if the frontline is really tight and we're needed?
What then?
Are we supposed to let these people go?
Preparedness ensures success, unpreparedness ensures failure!
If we're sent to the battlefield in danger, we can still escape but won't these people just be sending themselves to their deaths?
If we don't do anything now, won't we be harming them? "
As he finished, he pointed at the salted fish on the ground.
Li Chengfeng thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. "You're right, it's better to be safe than sorry!"
Overjoyed, Han Tianxing rubbed his palms and was about to rush over to teach them a lesson when Li Chengfeng pulled him back, who grinned. "Don't rush, let me do it."
Li Chengfeng knew that while Han Tianxing looked weak, he was stubborn and impatient. If he trained these salted fish, they would turn from salted fish to dead fish.
At the end of the day, Li Chengfeng was the main envoy, Han Tianxing and Xiaobao were just his assistants. If Li Chengfeng wanted to do it himself, no one could say anything.
"Get up!
All of you, get up! "
Han Tianxing charged forward and kicked them one by one, roaring, "Envoy Li is here!"
The salted fish struggled to look up to see Li Chengfeng smiling at them. His smile was even kinder than their own fathers'.
Seeing that Military Envoy Li had arrived, these salted fishes all began to wail loudly, complaining to the heavens. Some of them complained that they hadn't had a full meal for many days, eating only leftover vegetables every day, not even seeing dried rice. Some of them complained that they had an old illness that had relapsed, making it difficult for them to get up.
Han Tianxing's face flushed red as he listened, seething with anger. Come to think of it, while he was a high and mighty cultivator, he had been an old soldier here for many years. Moreover, he was a mediocre soldier who was not good at fighting, but good at trickery and trickery.
Li Chengfeng was not angry, still smiling. After circling the crowd, he clapped his hands and smiled. "Alright, alright, I heard everything. Get up now, or you won't be able to eat pork stewed with vermicelli tonight!"
Upon hearing this, the eyes of these salted fishes lit up and their saliva flowed freely. Their bodies unconsciously straightened up. The one who was complaining about the relapse of his old illness almost jumped up like a carp and asked, "Is what Ambassador Li said true?"
"Yes, more serious than pearls!
I'll count to ten now. Those who haven't gotten up by then won't be getting anything to eat tonight! "Li Chengfeng grinned.
These people immediately struggled to get up. Some of them who were unable to move from running also got up with the help of others and stood up unsteadily.
When Li Chengfeng counted to five, all the salted fishes crawled up and looked at him expectantly.
Li Chengfeng did not go back on his word. With a wave of his hand, he sent Xiaobao to inform the cooks in the camp to prepare pork stew with vermicelli. In less than an hour, a few cooks carried a few large wooden buckets over. The aroma could be smelled from afar.
The salted fish immediately stirred, wanting to pounce and snatch the buckets. Han Tianxing angrily punched and kicked them, forcing them to line up in order.
The salted fishes all received their bowls of pork stewed with vermicelli and ate happily. Their mouths were oily and they whispered to each other, beaming with joy. Han Tianxing, on the other hand, was infuriated and annoyed. Xiaobao, on the other hand, looked at them sympathetically because only he knew what his young master was going to do next. To salted fishes like them, it was no different from a nightmare.
Eat, eat, this is your last 'good meal'.