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Chapter 845 - 845 64 Crooked and Heretical Ways

Chapter 845: Chapter 64: Crooked and Heretical Ways Chapter 845: Chapter 64: Crooked and Heretical Ways The following morning, as dawn broke, Yan Yu slowly woke from his meditation and found that Li Minghu was asleep beside him.

Her sleeping posture was actually not bad; she didn’t have the habits of hugging, pressing, clinging, or nudging against others, which made Yan Yu breathe a sigh of relief.

I thought so; how could everyone possibly have a bad sleeping posture? There have to be a few normal ones, right!

He was just about to get out of bed when he lifted the covers and suddenly fell silent.

It’s nothing… just undressing in my dream, no big deal.

He helped Li Minghu up, awkwardly trying to dress her. After a few unsuccessful attempts, Li Minghu let out a sound and slowly woke up.

Discovering Yan Yu close by, she was initially startled, but quickly composed herself and said with an embarrassed smile,

“Sorry, I’m used to it.”

Her strong willpower impressed Yan Yu, and he couldn’t help but take a second look at her, laughing,

“Why would you have this kind of habit?”

“Since I was thirteen or fourteen, I often got hot and sweated profusely at night,” Li Minghu replied, “It’s cooler to sleep without clothes.”

Having said that, Yan Yu recalled how surprisingly warm the girl’s body was the night before, like holding a warm furnace, although he initially suspected it was due to lingering medicinal power that hadn’t dissipated.

Li Minghu didn’t seem to mind his presence much and began putting on her undergarments after tossing off the covers. Watching her pale and straight legs, Yan Yu suddenly asked,

“Do you get hot every night?”

“Yes, but after taking the medicine you gave me, it seems much better,” said Li Minghu as she reached back to fasten the buttons, then added, “Hand me the nightgown over there, please.”

“Here you go.”

After getting dressed, Li Minghu covered herself properly, then skillfully tied her hair into a ponytail.

For some reason, Yan Yu suddenly felt that she looked even more enticing now than she did when undressed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about last night,” Li Minghu said suddenly, perhaps because Yan Yu had been staring at her for a while, “It would be troublesome for you too if they find out, right?”

“It’s fine, I’m not worried about that,” Yan Yu said with a smile, “Even if you tell them, I wouldn’t mind.”

Li Minghu fell silent for a moment, a warm feeling suddenly surging in her heart.

Perhaps, even without that agreement, I might…

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After breakfast, the two headed to the training area of the base to inspect the Mortal Warriors being trained there.

The Mortal Warriors were all ordinary people. Aside from lacking cultivation talent, all other physical data were exceptional, no less outstanding than those selected to be air force pilots. Their ages generally ranged around 19 to 20, with a male to female ratio of about 2:1, and all were from the Zhendong Army jurisdiction.

In his past life, Yan Yu didn’t belong to the first group of Mortal Warriors, so he wasn’t from the same cohort, but he still recognized a few familiar faces—upon reflection, he had seen them in the Hall of Honor.

The Hall of Honor, a special exhibition area set up within the base of Mortal Warriors. To be mentioned in the Hall of Honor, the initial standard was to perform great deeds. Later, when they found there were too many people who had performed great deeds, the criteria were reluctantly tightened to performing great deeds and dying a glorious death… Thus, having one’s portrait in the Hall of Honor was not exactly lucky.

General Zhang selected ten of the most outstanding Mortal Warriors, divided into teams of five for sparring on the training ground. Sword lights intertwined in the air, Sword Qi surged about, with moves like White Rainbow Across the Sky and Cang Song Ying Ke performed with form and style.

Yan Yu, observing from the sidelines with his arms folded, frowned slightly without saying a word.

General Zhang quickly signaled Li Minghu with his eyes: Ask him…

“What do you think?” Li Minghu asked, turning her head.

“It’s for show,” answered Yan Yu.

“Hmm,” Li Minghu pondered, “Obviously, these Mortal Warriors basically have no real combat experience.”

“Lack of real combat experience is one thing; being for show is another,” Yan Yu analyzed sharply, “What’s the standard for judging the most outstanding? The base doesn’t have Sword Immortal Cultivators stationed full-time, so laymen can’t discern their level of mastery in swordsmanship. They can only judge based on the outcome of daily sparring.”

“But there are too many factors that can influence the outcome,” Li Minghu immediately got the point.

“A novice hoodlum with no combat experience can still win a street fight if the most important thing is the element of surprise,” Yan Yu continued, “Brighter sword light, faster initial attacks—they only care about overwhelming the opponent in terms of momentum, forcing the opponent to switch from offense to defense, and then, taking advantage of a fierce onslaught and the opponent’s lack of defensive experience, they aim to claim victory in one fell swoop.”

“What you mean is, they’re eager for quick success and taking shortcuts,” Li Minghu theorized.

“It’s not entirely about being eager for quick success,” explained Yan Yu, “If you gather a bunch of novices and then announce that we only care about victory, nothing else, then everyone will just become loudmouths who immediately launch fierce assaults in competition. This is determined by the larger environment.”

“So they need a comprehensive training system and evaluation standards,” Li Minghu concluded.

“And also a powerful Sword Immortal with rich real combat experience to stay here long-term for supervision, adjusting the training program timely as the overall strength of Mortal Warriors evolves,” mused Yan Yu, “Simply put, there needs to be a chief instructor for Mortal Warriors, responsible for everyone’s training.”

General Zhang, standing by, didn’t need to say anything. With just a look, his adjutant recorded the conversation between the two.

“What about the lack of real combat experience?” Li Minghu continued to inquire.