Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Chapter 63: This Son-in-Law is Indeed Not Simple (4000 words, two chapters combined)

Inside a mountain forest within the First Military Camp.

Streaks of sword energy carved traces into the surrounding trees.

Whenever a fallen leaf drifted from a tree, it would be neatly sliced in half before it even touched the ground.

[You practiced 《Ice Sun Swordplay》 for one hour, Sword Energy +30, Sword Intent +15, Ice Sun Swordplay Proficiency +12.]

Looking at the string of text in his mind, Xu Ming deeply exhaled.

Every day after finishing his training, Xu Ming would come to this mountain peak to practice his swordsmanship alone.

Fist techniques were his means of becoming stronger, but Xu Ming also didn't want to neglect sword techniques.

Xu Ming never thought that he would stay in the Blood Floating Citadel for the rest of his life.

In a few years, when he had basically learned everything he could from the Blood Floating Citadel, and the improvement of his fist techniques depended solely on himself, Xu Ming would leave the Blood Floating Citadel and then go to learn sword techniques.

At that time, he would see whether to join a sect or what to do.

As for why Xu Ming didn't first join a sect to learn sword techniques and then go to the Blood Floating Citadel to learn fist techniques, the reason was very simple.

Because anyone who had cultivated in other sects could not enter the Blood Floating Citadel of the Martial Kingdom.

Although there were other decent fist sects in this world.

However, the Blood Floating Citadel of the Martial Kingdom was the most famous in Xu Ming's understanding, and many martial artists even believed that the Blood Floating Citadel was a sacred place for martial artists to cultivate, but countless martial artists wanted to enter the Blood Floating Citadel but had no way.

Xu Ming naturally would not give up such a good resource by his side.

Feeling that it was getting a bit late, Xu Ming put away his peach wood sword, took a bath in a waterfall pool not far away, and then stepped on his right foot with his left foot, and his left foot on his right foot, using the Sky Soaring Step to "fly" down the mountain.

When he reached the Cave Mansion Realm and could practice normal flying techniques, he would no longer need such a stupid Sky Soaring Step.

This was not flying at all, it was almost like a hen flapping its wings a few times.

The only advantage was that the Sky Soaring Step consumed mostly spiritual energy, not physical strength, so he wouldn't sweat.

After getting down the mountain, Xu Ming no longer used the Sky Soaring Step, but switched to fast walking.

Just as Xu Ming walked to the training ground, he saw someone secretly practicing on the wooden stakes in the quiet training ground.

Taking a closer look, it was his "roommate" from the "dormitory"—Guang Yin.

In the nine months since entering the military camp, Xu Ming's first impression of Guang Yin was that he was introverted and timid.

This Guang Yin was two years older than Xu Ming.

He spoke and did things very quietly and fearfully, afraid of doing something wrong.

One day, a unlucky tiger ran down from a mountain in the First Military Camp and was constantly being played with by the men in the military camp, just like teasing a cat, as a result, Guang Yin was so scared that he kept hiding.

You must know, you are a martial artist at the peak of the Quicksilver Mirror Realm! You can beat a tiger to death!

Tigers were one thing.

That day, a snake crawled into the camp tent, and Guang Yin screamed in fright and窜了出去, scaring Xu Ming and the others in the middle of the night.

Later, that unlucky snake was roasted by Xu Ming and the others in their camp tent as a midnight snack, and it was quite delicious.

After that, Guang Yin couldn't sleep soundly for a month, and every time he saw the shadow of a rope, he thought it was a snake coming.

A complete real-life version of being scared by one's own shadow.

To be honest, not only Xu Ming, but everyone was very strange.

How could such a timid person come to join the army?

The Martial Kingdom did not have compulsory conscription, and all people joined the army voluntarily.

And the most puzzling thing was, how could he even enter the Blood Floating Citadel?

The Blood Floating Citadel's selection was so strict, no one knew how he passed.

If Xu Ming and the others hadn't gone to the bathhouse with Guang Yin and actually seen that he had a little bird.

Otherwise, they would really suspect whether Guang Yin was a woman.

After all, even Wu Yanhan, who was prettier than a woman, was more manly than Guang Yin.

"It's so late, and you're still practicing." Xu Ming walked forward and greeted him.

Xu Ming only felt strange about his timidity, and didn't have any contempt for him.

"Ah!" Guang Yin was startled, screamed, shivered, turned around, and breathed a sigh of relief after discovering that it was Xu Ming.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? You scared me." Xu Ming said speechlessly.

"I I thought it was a ghost..." Guang Yin scratched his head awkwardly.

Xu Ming smiled: "A ghost? What level of ghost would dare to come to the Blood Floating Citadel military camp with such strong blood energy..."

Guang Yin became even more embarrassed after being said so by Xu Ming.

Xu Ming glanced at the wooden stake next to Guang Yin and changed the subject: "Are you practicing the Floating Citadel Fist?"

The wooden stakes in the military camp were not ordinary wood. The wooden stakes used for practicing the Floating Citadel Fist were made of bloodworm wood, which could absorb blood energy, and the Floating Citadel Fist was extremely powerful for improving blood energy.

Therefore, practicing the Floating Citadel Fist in this way could not only stimulate your potential, but also prevent you from practicing too much, having too much blood energy, and going berserk.

"Yeah." Guang Yin nodded, "I couldn't sleep, so I came to practice..."

Xu Ming: "I thought you usually slept better than anyone else?"

Guang Yin: "."

Xu Ming shook his head: "It's best to go back and rest, you have to train early tomorrow morning. If it affects the effect of tomorrow's training, then it would be a loss."

"Xu Xu Brother, you go back and rest first, I... I'll practice a little more, and I'll go back later..." Guang Yin said timidly, as if as long as Xu Ming was a little bit forceful, he would immediately give up his insistence.

Xu Ming looked at Guang Yin and thought for a while: "Are you worried about the selection three months later?"

Guang Yin, whose thoughts were exposed, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "I'm not as good as Brother Xu and Brother Wu, you guys can learn what the instructor teaches once, and Brother Li and the others can also master it quickly, I need to practice many times.

Half of the people will be eliminated in the selection three months later, I I want to make one last effort..."

Xu Ming: "Actually, Guang Yin, have you ever thought that your personality may not be suitable for being a soldier? Even if you pass the selection, you will need to perform various tasks in the future, and those tasks are related to life and death. What will you do at that time?"

Xu Ming also felt that it was not good for him to say this to him, but Xu Ming sincerely hoped that he would think about it.

After he passed the selection, he would really be living with his head tied to his belt.

Listening to Xu Ming's words, Guang Yin's face and eyes were also very hesitant. To be honest, Xu Ming had already seen his intention to retreat.

However, after a long time, Guang Yin raised his head and smiled honestly: "Brother Xu, I know, but I still want to give it a try."

"..."

Xu Ming looked at Guang Yin, Guang Yin just scratched the back of his head honestly, looking a little embarrassed.

"Okay, since it's your choice, then I won't say anything more."

Xu Ming walked forward, facing the wooden stake.

"Brother Xu?" Guang Yin asked in confusion.

"Just now I saw that a few of your Floating Citadel Fist's moves were not quite right, I'll demonstrate it for you." Xu Ming rolled up his sleeves.

"Brother Xu, there's really no need to bother." Guang Yin waved his hand.

"It's okay, watch carefully."

Saying that, Xu Ming struck the wooden stake one after another with the moves of the Floating Citadel Fist, and the strong blood energy burst out and was absorbed by the wooden stake.

Guang Yin still wanted to say something, but seeing that Brother Xu was teaching him so seriously, Guang Yin could only keep this kindness in his heart and watch carefully.

After that, every day, after Xu Ming finished practicing his sword every night, he would teach Guang Yin for half an hour at the training ground.

Guang Yin was improving every day, and he was improving quite a bit, not as bad as he said himself.

And for some reason, when Xu Ming watched Guang Yin throw his punches, Xu Ming always had a strange and indescribable feeling.

In order to repay Xu Ming, Guang Yin would wash Xu Ming's clothes and pour tea every day.

Although these were trivial matters, Guang Yin was also repaying the favor in his own way.

The others also gradually learned about Xu Ming teaching Guang Yin to practice boxing, and they didn't say anything.

It's just that they and Xu Ming had the same idea, what if Guang Yin passed the assessment? In the future, which task issued by the Blood Floating Citadel was not dangerous?

With his timid personality, he would die too easily.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed, and the Blood Floating Citadel's rookie assessment began.

There were a total of one thousand rookies, no more, no less.

One thousand rookies would definitely eliminate half, only more would be eliminated, not less.

Those who were eliminated would either go home or go to other armies. If they performed well in the future, they might be promoted again.

Early this morning, as Wang Meng "哐 哐 哐" beat the gongs and drums, everyone in the four-eight-four camp immediately got up from their beds.

"You bastards, today is your first assessment since coming to the Blood Floating Citadel! It may also be your last assessment in the Blood Floating Citadel!

Today's assessment is very simple.

There will be ten examiners later, located in ten wooden houses respectively.

You will draw lots. Whichever wooden house you draw, go to that wooden house and spar with that examiner.

Then each examiner will tell you whether you pass or not.

That's it, draw lots!"

Wang Meng took out a bamboo tube.

Xu Ming and the others took out a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube one after another.

Xu Ming drew Room No. 5, Wu Yanhan also drew Room No. 5, Xiong Hai Zhi and Guang Yin drew Room No. 3, and Li Han and the others drew Room No. 1 and Room No. 2.

Xu Ming walked into Room No. 5, and it turned out to be a female martial artist.

The female martial artist beckoned to Xu Ming: "Come, little brat, let this old lady see how you little things have been practicing."

"Please give me your guidance, Examiner."

Xu Ming clasped his fists in salute.

Just as Xu Ming straightened up, he took a step forward, and the floor beneath his feet exploded, sending a gust of wind rushing towards him.

The female examiner looked surprised, quite taken aback, not expecting this kid to be so fast.

Xu Ming threw a punch at the female examiner's face, and she raised her hand to block it. The martial artist's true energy and the blood energy of the Floating Pagoda Fist scattered at the point of contact!

Just as the female examiner was about to grab Xu Ming's right fist, Xu Ming aimed a high sweeping kick at her waist with his left leg.

The female examiner thought for a moment and decided to dodge, but Xu Ming's right fist struck out with full force. This time, the female examiner didn't dodge, wanting to feel his strength.

Xu Ming's fist slammed heavily into her ribs.

"Clang!"

Xu Ming's fist felt like it had hit a bronze statue, emitting a dull thud.

With a shout, Xu Ming threw another punch, this time aimed at her head.

The fast punch grazed past the examiner's head, and with a slight twist, he turned his whole body and struck out with both palms simultaneously, sending Xu Ming flying.

Xu Ming almost had a wound left on his stomach.

"Kid, you're interesting. Come again," the female examiner said with a smile, waving at Xu Ming.

"Then the examiner better be ready to catch this."

Xu Ming's feet bounced high and low, close to the ground. In the instant he closed the distance, a powerful force struck his opponent.

This was just the first punch.

Xu Ming threw another punch.

And then another.

Although each punch was easily caught by the female examiner, without shaking her in the slightest, Xu Ming still threw punches like a storm.

"The Drumbeat Stance of the Wang Family's Sky-Opening Fist?" The female examiner was a little surprised, then the corners of her mouth turned up.

Interesting.

I want to see how many punches this kid can throw.

The divine being beats the drum, each sound louder than the last, each punch heavier than the last. In the end, either the opponent dies, or you exhaust yourself, truly a point of no return.

"Bang!"

Xu Ming already didn't know how many punches he had thrown.

As this punch was delivered, a faint golden light reflected from Xu Ming's fist. This strike carried the force of a thunderbolt, striking towards the opponent's chest, wanting to shatter their internal organs.

Originally, the female examiner wanted to take it head-on, but at the last moment, she dodged.

In the instant the female examiner dodged, she herself was stunned for a moment. This was entirely a subconscious reaction of her body.

This punch made her feel danger!

The female examiner was light as the wind, dodging like a swimming dragon playing in the water. Her fists were like butterflies flitting through flowers, deftly moving through the opponent's attacks, searching for weaknesses.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!" The sound of fists hitting skin was dense, the opponent's speed so fast that it was dazzling.

Xu Ming's fist turned into a cold light, aiming straight for the opponent's throat.

However, the opponent's body moved slightly, like ripples in the water, gently avoiding this fatal blow.

"Be careful," the woman sneered, her aura suddenly rising. Each punch was like a heavy hammer, striking Xu Ming's chest, emitting a dull sound.

In that instant, the woman's fist was like a sharp sword, cutting through the resistance of the air, accurately hitting Xu Ming's abdomen.

"Thump!" Xu Ming flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Just as Xu Ming was getting up, the female examiner kicked him in the chest again.

Xu Ming crashed out through the door.

Immediately following was a wooden plaque falling onto Xu Ming's chest, with the words "Passed" written on it.

In the wooden room, the female instructor squeezed her fist, unable to close it completely, constantly trembling slightly:

"This Imperial Son-in-Law is indeed not simple."

[These past two days have been really too busy with overtime. I originally wanted to ask for leave, but because you can't ask for leave during the new book period, I can only grit my teeth and write. I only slept for four hours these past two days, and I was almost falling asleep while writing the later parts. This chapter feels a bit watered down, and the quality is a bit poor. Please forgive me. I really need to start saving up drafts starting tomorrow, or else it's too troublesome if something happens.]