"Ha ha!"
"Comrade Yan Rufeng, as for your question, it is just as you suspected."
Lu Mingliang didn’t answer directly. Yan Rufeng knew that the situation was far more complicated than imagined.
"General Lu, can you tell now where the liquid in that bottle ca from?"
Lu Mingliang smiled brightly, "Comrade Rufeng, what you need to do now is to first excel as a coach."
"Ha ha!"
Yan Rufeng smiled faintly, "I understand what General Lu ans. Let’s train a team first!"
The liquid that Lu Mingliang brought, containing spiritual energy, remained mysterious as he never disclosed any information. But unbeknownst to him, although Yan Rufeng seed to care on the surface, he actually didn’t mind at all.
For a Golden Core Stage cultivator like Yan Rufeng, whatever he sought, few on Earth could stop him.
Ever since Yan Rufeng discovered changes on Earth, he planned to expand his influence. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ford the Wolong Abyss. Who could have thought he would beco a military instructor today? At this mont, Yan Rufeng only thought about selecting qualified talents, teaching them cultivation techniques to sense the Heavenly Dao, and preparing in advance for changes in the world.
As for his questioning about the source of the spiritual energy, it was rely to change the topic and let Lu Mingliang think he was only interested in the spiritual energy.
"Ha ha!"
Lu Mingliang laughed, "Talking to a smart person is easy. In three months, if you can train a formidable team and dominate in the drill competition, only then will you qualify to go to that place."
Hearing this, Yan Rufeng didn’t ask further and calmly said, "Three months is a bit too long."
"Ha ha."
Lu Mingliang sneered.
"Comrade Rufeng, if you knew that the other teams have already started injecting liquid containing this energy, you wouldn’t say that." Lu Mingliang held up a glass bottle towards Yan Rufeng.
Yan Rufeng pretended to be anxious, "General Lu, if that’s the case, ti is pressing. We must quickly select suitable candidates and strengthen their training so that we don’t fall behind."
"I had the sa thought." Lu Mingliang grew serious.
Then Lu Mingliang took out his phone and sent a ssage. Soon, Wen Tong and other personnel arrived in the car.
"Driver Xiao Fang, drive back to the base."
"Back to the base?"
Sitting on the sofa, Wen Tong exclaid, "General Lu, do I have to go with you all?"
Lu Mingliang smiled kindly, "Of course."
Wen Tong said with so difficulty, "Uncle Lu, my real uncle is coming. I am a special police officer with tasks to complete. Besides, I’m not part of your military."
Wen Tong’s father was a comrade-in-arms of Lu Mingliang. Both held the rank of lieutenant general and often clashed fiercely during drills—a pair of longstanding rivals.
Lu Mingliang waved his hand, signaling Wen Tong to stop.
"Eldest Niece Wen, Uncle Lu has already communicated with your superiors and had you seconded to ."
Wen Tong sighed in relief, "Uncle Lu, does my father know? If he knows I’m going to you, he will definitely drag back to his place imdiately."
Not wanting to work under her father, Wen Tong didn’t expect to be assigned to Zhongzhou as a special police officer for just a few days before being sent to her Uncle Lu, Lu Mingliang, again.
"Sigh."
Wen Tong sighed inwardly.
"Niece, you don’t have to worry about that. Now, your father and I are in a red-blue rivalry. He won’t co to my place to grab people." Lu Mingliang said kindly.
"Uncle Lu, then I have no choice but to follow the arrangent." Wen Tong said helplessly.
Lu Mingliang laughed, "That’s right. Now I urgently need people, unlike your father’s place which is full of talent. When we get to the base, assist Comrade Rufeng in his work."
Yan Rufeng hadn’t expected that Wen Tong’s father, like Lu Mingliang, was also a big shot in the military and that they were opponents in this drill.
Thinking about it made Yan Rufeng happy, and he laughed, "Police Officer Wen, it would be awkward if your father loses to his daughter in this drill competition."
"Hmph!"
Wen Tong glared at Yan Rufeng.
"Taoist, how are you so sure my father will lose?"
"Because I am a Taoist and can predict."
"Ha ha..."
Yan Rufeng laughed brightly.
"Arrogant Taoist, what’s so special about you? In the military, everything is based on strength. Talk after you win."
Wen Tong, frustrated, frowned and sat heavily on the sofa, drinking a cup of tea in one gulp.
At this mont, the minibus had sohow gotten on the highway, speeding along.
On the way, Yan Rufeng sent a WeChat ssage to Li Xiaofei, telling him he would return to Zhongzhou in three months and instructing him to bring his parents from Jiangbei to Zhongzhou.
Then, Yan Rufeng sent ssages to Xiaxia, Su Moran, Liu Ping’er, and his classmates, telling them not to worry about him during this period.
After another two hours of driving, the minibus stopped at a highway service area. Lu Mingliang, accompanied by the group, went to the service area restaurant.
It was mid-autumn. The hot sumr had not entirely faded, and the sun baked the earth. The highway was crowded with cars heading ho for the Mid-Autumn Festival, forming long lines moving at a snail’s pace.
The azure sky was cloudless, with so gray mist floating low in the air. The crowded service area was stifling, sapping everyone’s energy.
After Yan Rufeng’s group finished their al, driver Xiao Fang suggested that, since it was the peak ti for travel, they should rest longer at the service area before continuing.
With nothing else to do, Yan Rufeng strolled around the service area while Wen Tong followed him closely, urging him to buy so local specialties. According to Wen Tong, Yan Rufeng was a piece of fat at that should be taken advantage of.
As Wen Tong set her eyes on a bracelet, coaxing Yan Rufeng to buy it for her, a commotion arose in the crowd.
"You little brat, you broke my stuff and still want to run? Let’s see if I don’t break your legs." A burly man with a crew cut yelled angrily.
"Boss, I really didn’t break your stuff." A boy about sixteen or seventeen said, aggrieved.
"Still dare to argue."
"Smack!"
The crew-cut man slapped the boy.
"I ask you again, are you going to pay for it or not?"
The boy, covering his reddened face, stubbornly replied, "I didn’t break your stuff. Even if I had the money, I wouldn’t pay you."
"You don’t know what’s good for you then. Don’t bla for being ruthless."
The crew-cut man, filled with anger, picked up a wooden stick and swung it towards the frail boy.
At that mont, a loud shout ca from the crowd, "Stop that."
Just as Lu Mingliang arrived, he realized that his shout had no effect as the crew-cut man continued his swing.
As everyone thought the stick was going to hit the boy, a scream was heard. The crew-cut man was kicked, flying backward, and landed hard on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, probably breaking a few ribs.
The crew-cut man, enduring the pain, yelled angrily, "Who the hell dares to kick ?"
Wen Tong took a step forward, standing before the man, and said leisurely, "Dare to insult Yan Rufeng? Aren’t you afraid of death?"
Startled, the crew-cut man then laughed, "Don’t try to scare with Yan Rufeng."
"Ha ha!"
Wen Tong smiled sweetly, "Scaring you? Not even necessary. The one who kicked you is right in front of you. He is none other than Huaxia’s number one, Yan! Ru! Feng!"
Silence enveloped the scene. Everyone held their breath because pretending to be Yan Rufeng was no joke.
"Who is causing trouble here? Cuff them all." The police, who had arrived at the service area after hearing the commotion, rebuked.
Wen Tong, frowning, walked up to the police and showed her badge.
The officers saluted Wen Tong, "Good day, Officer."
"This man is suspected of staging an accident to extort money. After checking the surveillance footage, deal with him according to the law." Wen Tong pointed to the crew-cut man and said to the officers.
"Yes, ma’am."
Then, the crew-cut man was cuffed.
Wen Tong said sternly, "Take him away. I’ll call your superiors to follow up on this in a few days."
After seeing the man taken away by the police, Lu Mingliang walked up to Yan Rufeng apologetically, "Comrade Rufeng, sorry for the trouble."
Yan Rufeng smiled calmly, "General Lu, in the martial arts world, one can’t always control what happens. Now that I am part of the system, I must follow the rules."
Then Yan Rufeng approached the frightened boy, "Young man, it’s okay now. You can go."
After thanking Yan Rufeng, the boy hesitated and said, "Big brother, my bus has already left. Can you give a ride to the nearest city where I can catch a bus ho?"
People often feel helpless in tis of distress. When unexpected help arrives, they place all their trust in the benefactor.
At that mont, the boy wasn’t seeking more help, but rather the security provided by the one who had helped him.
Yan Rufeng looked at the boy before him, their experiences strikingly similar. Both were falsely accused at a station. Without intervention, the boy would have had a tough ti. Feeling compassion, Yan Rufeng decided to help.
When Yan Rufeng scanned the boy with his divine sense, he was overjoyed.
"I never expected this boy to possess the rare Innate Taoist Body. It’s truly heaven’s blessing..."
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