Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Blood Floating Pagoda

At the entrance, a withered old man used his forked brush to register Xu Ming.

A flying eagle then swooped down from the sky, grabbing the paper that recorded Xu Ming’s information and flew into the military fort.

Not long after, the gates of the fort opened, revealing a burly man who looked like a bear walking out.

The man approached Xu Ming, looking down at him.

Xu Ming furrowed his brows. The wild blood qi and martial true qi radiating from the man made him instinctively feel fear.

“Are you Xu Ming?” The man asked in a deep voice.

“Yes,” Xu Ming nodded.

The man led Xu Ming inside the fort as the gates slowly closed behind them.

“Chen Wu! Are you a girl?! Is this how you swing a sword? Even my grandma could swing harder than you!”

“Take it?” Back Hair Man chuckled. “Kid, go wash our clothes and tidy up our stuff. Not just today, but from now on, you’ll be washing our clothes. Got it?”

Back Hair Man stretched, cracking his arm back into place with a ‘snap’.

Inside the tent, eight people all turned their gaze towards Xu Ming.

“How much weight is this? Add another thousand pounds of black iron! Get moving!”

It had been four years; Xu Ming really didn’t recognize anyone.

Xu Ming thought for a moment, tossing his bag onto the bed before lying down on the cleanest one. “I’ve decided this bed is mine. I’ll tell your leader later.”

Is this guy Haizhi?

Or does he just look like him?

Back Hair Man reached out toward Xu Ming’s head.

The intense martial true qi was so strong it left Xu Ming breathless, like experiencing high altitude reaction.

First, second, third… these rankings aren’t based on strength; they’re purely for differentiation.

“The Blood Floating Pagoda has a hundred thousand men, spread across ten military forts outside Wudu. Each fort houses ten thousand men. The place you’re in now is directly opposite the Green Dragon Gate of Wudu, known as the First Military Fort.”

“Hah!”

“Shit, who the hell touched my horse last night? Step forward! My horse’s legs are shaking!”

“Damn it! You think you’re so tough?”

Everyone except the person sitting in the corner and the one resembling Haizhi charged forward.

These eight people looked to be between thirteen and fifteen years old.

Upon reaching the tent marked with a white cloth labeled ‘Four Eight Four,’

The thick blood qi within the fort made Xu Ming’s own blood boil involuntarily.

The man inspected Xu Ming from top to bottom. “Follow me.”

A bald man stripped off his shirt, revealing his eight-pack abs, and delivered a spinning kick aimed at Xu Ming’s face.

Twenty breaths later, everyone lay groaning on the ground.

On this open field were various swords and weapons. By Xu Ming’s estimate, about a thousand people trained here.

Xu Ming clicked his tongue.

Looking at his bed, Xu Ming asked, “Are those things on the bed yours?”

“Hah!”

After having kids, you can return home twice a year, each time for a twenty-day vacation.”

A crack of bone echoed as the bald man screamed in pain, gripping his fist.

“Attack!”

Defiant, the bald man rose again, throwing a punch straight at Xu Ming’s face.

After speaking, Wang Meng walked away without another word to Xu Ming.

Suddenly, the bald man felt dizzy. When he came to, he found himself face down on the ground. Immediately after, he felt an intense pain in his abdomen.

Xu Ming believed that even if this man was Haizhi, there was no way he’d recognize him. After all, the period from six to ten years old is when one’s appearance changes the most.

“Then kindly remove them,” Xu Ming said.

Taking a few deep breaths, Xu Ming adjusted his true qi flow, feeling slightly better.

Xu Ming paid it no mind, simply changing into the training uniform of Blood Floating Pagoda, removing his shoes, and leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, waiting for the half-hour training session to begin.

Why is there always some kind of power struggle everywhere?

How is a military camp run like a prison? Is this bullying too? And they call themselves elite soldiers?

Xu Ming twisted Back Hair Man’s hand until it popped out of its socket. Pulling him forward and kicking, Back Hair Man flew three meters away.

“Ahh!”

Once married, you can return once a year, each time for a thirty-day holiday for courtship or marriage.

As soon as Xu Ming entered the fort, he saw a vast open space!

Each person’s blood qi was extremely potent.

“Hey! You’ve got some moves!” A few others stood up. “Come on, let’s practice together.”

Training starts in half an hour!”

Xu Ming showed no fear and threw a punch.

“Why don’t you all come at me together?” Xu Ming looked at the rest.

The man glanced at Xu Ming and said:

“Tsk.”

Xu Ming picked up his bag and headed towards the direction Wang Meng had pointed earlier.

“Fine, then lie there. Let’s see how long you can stay down,” Back Hair Man sneered, returning to his bed.

Xu Ming blocked with his arm, his stance unwavering.

Xu Ming grabbed his ankle, pulled him forward, and punched him in the stomach, sending the bald man flying.

Xu Ming kicked him in the stomach, causing the bald man to slide two meters along the ground, curling up tightly.

Back Hair Man chuckled. “They’re ours.”

In this era, Back Hair Man’s hairstyle was quite trendy.

When you join Blood Floating Pagoda, you’re a man, not someone who sells their ass! If you’re going to fight, you should be the one mounting others!

Seeing a neatly made bed and another covered in clothes, Xu Ming approached the clean one.

As Xu Ming scanned the crowd, he noticed someone who looked oddly familiar.

The boy hiding in the corner, who looked only thirteen, wanted to say something to Xu Ming but was silenced by a glare from Back Hair Man.

Once part of Blood Floating Pagoda, if under twenty, unless specially approved, you can only return home once every six years.

“Not eaten yet?! That weak? Again!”

Inside is your clothing. Walk forward a thousand meters, there’s a tent labeled ‘Four Eight Four.’ That’s where you’ll stay.”

Xu Ming walked inside.

Just as Xu Ming was dozing off, he suddenly sensed a punch coming his way.

Xu Ming’s eyes snapped open, already gripping the pale, almost feminine-looking fist heading towards him.