A Good Romance
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Dividing the 1,000 people into 10 teams was naturally not just for the convenience of management, but also for other purposes.
Theoretically speaking, they could receive a piece of Star Metal as their pay every year, but in the reserve army, there was another rule, and that was that the 10 teams would have a great tournament every year. The team that ranked at the bottom would lose their pay for the next year, and it would be given to the team that ranked first as a reward.
Ling Han's subordinates were all "repulsive", and were the weakest team, so how could they compare with the other nine teams? Weren't they destined to rank at the bottom?
Thus, they were all dispirited, and some even had the thought of retreating. Why not voluntarily be eliminated next year, and wait another 100 years before joining the army?
Ling Han did not say anything. In truth, he could defeat a team of 100 people by himself, what more when he was the Alchemy Emperor. There was no lack of Saintly medicine here, and he could definitely concoct a large number of high level Godly medicine.
As long as they followed him with all their heart, Ling Han guaranteed that he would not disappoint anyone.
Of course, if they only wanted to follow him and take advantage of him, then they would scram as far as they could.
Ding Hu swept a cold glance over Ling Han. He would use some means to make Ling Han disappear as soon as possible.
They all entered the campsite, and each person had a separate room to rest in. Actually, they usually did not have much to do, and were just practicing their joint attack techniques. Occasionally, they would engage in actual combat to flatten a den of mountain bandits that were not very strong.
However, this kind of actual combat would normally be arranged for 10 years later. If they did not cooperate, they would die too quickly in battle.
After Ling Han and the Empress entered the room, they immediately entered into the Black Tower.
Ling Han used the power of the Black Tower to wash away the Martial Art intent that Ding Hu had left in his body. Once this power of Regulation was gone, his body instantly healed.
The Empress's expression was cold, and she said, "I want to cultivate in seclusion, and break through to the Severing Mundane Tier within three years. Three years later, the Ding Clan will be completely annihilated!"
Daring to injure her husband, the Empress's killing intent was boiling.
"Don't." Ling Han embraced her, and kissed her black hair. "If you cultivate blindly, you can at most reach the peak stage of the consummate level of the Genesis Tier, but if you want to break through to the Severing Mundane Tier, you must go to a special place."
Why was it said that the Holy King was the limit in the Ancient World?
This was not because of natural talent or cultivation technique, but rather because breaking through to the Severing Mundane Tier required a special location in the Celestial Realm. Only there would one be able to sense the desolate power of the Heavenly Dao, and deliver a strike of Heaven's Will upon oneself.
Otherwise, it would be useless even if you had the aptitude of a Celestial King. You could only be trapped at the threshold of a Sage King.
The Empress's fury did not subside, and she said, "Then I'll reach the consummate level of the Genesis Tier as soon as possible." She was filled with confidence in herself. As long as she reached the peak stage of the Saint King Tier, she would be able to successfully sever the first saber, and advance to the Severing Mundane Tier.
Ling Han shook his head. "Breaking through to the Severing Mundane Tier is not just talk. Why was Severing Mundane Tier? It was to sever one's ties with the mortal world, and completely merge with the Great Dao. In other words, the more unwilling you are to sever your mortal bonds, the more you will be able to fuse with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. "
This was what the Heavenly Emperor of Thunder and Fire had told this to Ling Han alone. Severing the mundane required a total of four strikes, but putting aside four strikes, even a single strike would cause the majority of elites to become incredibly cold and detached. This was because they had already given up on what they cared about the most.
Ordinarily speaking, this strike was meant to sever kinship, love, and friendship.
Only now did the Empress reveal a shocked expression. For her, the most important thing now was Ling Han. If she had to sever her love, then she would rather die than do so. But breaking through to the Severing Mundane Tier with such an obsession could possibly result in her killing herself, and vanishing from this world.
If one wanted to live forever, how could it be so easy? How could it be achieved without paying some price?
The Empress thought for a while, and said, "If I have to sever myself like this, I would rather not become a Celestial, and stay with you for the rest of my life."
Severing the mundane did not necessarily have to sever love. Anything that one cared about could be severed, but when it really reached that step, under the torture of the furnace of heaven and earth, the majority of people would face their true hearts, and unknowingly sever their most cherished mortal bonds.
Being able to maintain clarity under the Great Dao … that was something that only prodigies among prodigies could accomplish.
"So, if I want to break through to the Severing Mundane Tier, I definitely have to plan properly." Ling Han put his arm around the Empress's waist. Not just her, but everyone in the Black Tower had to make good preparations. Otherwise, they would easily sever their feelings for their family and lovers.
He arrived under the Reincarnation Tree. Everyone was cultivating tirelessly. The Black Tower had gathered Spiritual Qi from the Celestial Realm, and added with the help of the Reincarnation Tree, everyone's advancement could be said to be advancing at a tremendous pace.
After Ling Han explained the situation to everyone, he exited the Black Tower with the Empress. The people inside could not come out yet. No matter what, they had to merge the Regulations of the two Realms first.
After a night's rest, training began.
With teams as a unit, 10 teams were led by 10 instructors. The instructor of Ling Han's team was called Wu Jing. He was a rotund middle-aged man, and had the cultivation level of a peak stage Saint King.
"You bunch of trash, useless fleas. You're insulting me by asking me to train you!" Wu Jing scolded them as he trained them.
"I gave up on being on the side of my comrades to train you guys, so that you guys could put on a show like monkeys?"
"Trash!"
"Idiots!"
"Pigs are 100 times smarter than you guys!"
He lashed out. Who cared if they had trained well or badly, he would scold them first.
In the first place, everyone's morale was low because they had followed Ling Han, and the quality of their team was low. Being scolded by him like this, they were naturally all miserable, and wanted nothing more than to immediately retire from the team.
But it was not easy to enter, and it was not easy to leave, either. Presently, they only had two ways to leave. The first was that one would be eliminated every year, and the second was that they would die for various reasons, and leave lying down.
Now that everyone had their eyes on that one spot of elimination, they naturally performed as poorly as they could.
However, on only the third day, Wu Jing announced to them with a strange expression that they had been assigned a mission to suppress bandits, and would immediately set out.
What, so soon?
Everyone looked at each other, feeling that this was too sudden.
They had just learned some joint attack techniques, and could not be said to be cooperation, nor did they have any tacit understanding, but they were actually going to suppress bandits.
This was practically sending them to their deaths!
Perhaps they could succeed, but the price they had to pay would definitely be very shocking. Perhaps half of the people here would not be able to return.
Everyone was not stupid, and they immediately guessed that this was definitely Ding Hu's doing, targeting Ling Han, while they were cannon fodder. They could not possibly just send Ling Han to his death, right?
"Ling Han, you are the team leader, so this mission must be completed perfectly!" Wu Jing handed over a jade scroll. "There is detailed information on that group of mountain bandits in here. They are just a motley crew, and there are only ten peak stage Saint Kings."
"Therefore, the number of people lost this time must be controlled to be less than ten. If you exceed this number, you will be punished by military law when you return."
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