Chu Li looked at him calmly without saying a word.
This Yang Ping was temperamental and sinister. He was not a good person. It was not easy to work for such a person.
"Hahahahaha!" Yang Ping threw his head back and laughed. He laughed so hard that he rocked back and forth. In the end, he slammed the table and laughed even harder.
Chu Li looked at him calmly, his eyes unfazed.
Yang Ping's smile disappeared and his face darkened. He pointed at him and shouted, "You're a disciple of the Holy Church of Light. How can you be so naive!"
Chu Li replied calmly, "Why do you say that, General?"
"Ever since the establishment of the Sharp Vigor Battalion in the Li Dynasty, only ten people from the Sharp Vigor Battalion have been able to return unscathed and become centurions. All ten of them have become Great Generals. Do you really think that you're talented enough to become a Great General?" Yang Ping's expression darkened, and the corners of his lips curled into a sneer.
Chu Li remained silent.
Yang Ping sneered. "In the eyes of the disciples of the Holy Church of Light, the Grand General is nothing much, isn't he?"
Chu Li replied, "I dare not."
Yang Ping scoffed. "There's nothing the Holy Church of Light wouldn't dare to do!"
Chu Li said, "General, I'm being punished by the Holy Church of Light and was almost expelled from the Holy Church of Light."
"Hmph, you killed an Altar Leader, but you haven't been expelled from the Holy Church. Of course, the Saintess thinks highly of you." Yang Ping pursed his lips and said in disdain, "But now that you're in my territory, my subordinates, I don't care what kind of genius you are. You have to listen to me obediently!"
"Yes." Chu Li smiled.
This Yang Ping was hostile towards the Holy Church of Light. He was both jealous and hateful. It seemed like the Holy Church of Light was not that popular.
Yang Ping gritted his teeth and glared at him.
Chu Li looked at him calmly.
The gazes of the two seemed to be fighting in the air, and it was difficult to determine the victor.
Yang Ping gritted his teeth, his hatred for Chu Li was burning. These bastards from the Holy Church of Light really deserved to die!
The Holy Church of Light was the national religion of the Li Dynasty, and it was everywhere. The military was also infiltrated by the Holy Church of Light. However, there were also hardliners who firmly opposed the infiltration of the Holy Church of Light into the military, and Yang Ping was one of them.
He was very dissatisfied with the Holy Church of Light, especially with a woman above him. Even though the Saint was wise and powerful, she was still a woman.
"Guards!" Yang Ping bellowed.
An armored soldier came in from outside. "General!"
"Send him to the Sharp Vigor Battalion!" Yang Ping ordered coldly.
"Yes!" The soldier gave a fist salute and said to Chu Li, "Follow me!"
Chu Li gave Yang Ping a fist salute and followed the soldier out of the tent.
Yang Ping gritted his teeth and glared at Chu Li, his killing intent surging.
The armored soldier strode in front of them. He did not say a word and ignored Chu Li.
The two of them quickly passed through the martial arts field and the rows of tents. After walking for about a mile, they arrived at a remote location in the southwest corner of the military camp.
There were more than a dozen tents in this area, forming a martial arts field. They were quite a distance away from the tents in the distance, forming an independent camp.
This martial arts field was half the size of the one he had seen before, but it was still the size of a football field. It was big enough for horses to gallop, but at this moment, it was empty and desolate.
"Old Fan! Old Fan! "the armored soldier shouted.
A rotund old man ran out of a tent. He was dressed in a grey robe. He ran over while tidying up his clothes and shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
He hurried over and gave a fist salute. "Young Jiang, you're a rare guest. It's been a long time since you last came!"
"I didn't want to come!" The armored soldier said in a muffled voice. "I've sent someone to you. Haven't you been complaining about the lack of people?"
"Oh, you've finally sent someone here!" Old Fan's round face looked like a friendly businessman. He shouted happily, "How many people are there this time?"
"The one in front of us." The armored soldier said, "He's from the Holy Church of Light. One against ten. Let's go!"
"The Holy Church of Light?" Old Fan was overjoyed. He turned to look at Chu Li and sized him up. He clicked his tongue. "Good, good, good, good. A disciple of the Holy Church of Light! Thank you, General! "
"The armor will be sent over immediately!" The armored soldier said in a muffled voice and turned to leave as if they were in a land of snakes and scorpions.
Old Fan gave a fist salute and smiled. "Good, good. Thank you, Young Jiang."
The armored soldier left much faster than he came. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Old Fan looked at Chu Li happily. "Good, good, good. From now on, we'll be eating from the same pot. I still don't know your name, brother. I'm Fan Yang. You can just call me Old Fan."
"Zhao Dahe!" Chu Li gave a fist salute.
"Zhao Dahe. Good name, good name!" Fan Yang smiled enthusiastically. "Come, let me introduce you to the brothers in our camp."
He raised his voice and shouted, "Young Xu! Young Xu! "
A man in his thirties walked out lazily from one of the tents. His arms were bare, revealing his white flesh. His eyes were drowsy as he yawned and said lazily, "Old Fan, what's the matter now? Why are you disturbing my sweet dreams!"
"We have a new brother!" Fan Yang laughed. "We've finally formed a team again!"
The round-faced middle-aged man's facial features were rather comical. As he walked, he scoffed impatiently. "I can't wait for no one. If we form a team, we'll die. If we don't form a team, we'll be able to live freely. Why are you so happy that we're going to die?"
He shook his head as he walked closer. He looked at Chu Li and gave him a sidelong glance. "Newcomer, what's your name?"
"His name is Zhao Dahe. He's a disciple of the Holy Church of Light." Fan Yang laughed.
"The Holy Church of Light?" The round-faced middle-aged man's expression turned serious. The sleepiness on his face disappeared as he looked at Chu Li. "Are you really a disciple of the Holy Church of Light?"
"Of course!" Fan Yang laughed. "Young Zhao, this is Young Xu, Xu Cihang. He has a bad mouth but he's quite kind."
"Get lost. You're the kind one!" Xu Cihang said impatiently. "Zhao Dahe? You don't look like a disciple of the Holy Church of Light. "
Chu Li smiled. "Not all disciples of the Holy Church of Light are handsome. I'm considered special. That's why I was sent to the Sharp Vigor Battalion!"
"Sigh, what a pity." Both of them shook their heads.
Fan Yang sighed. "A disciple of the Holy Church of Light is an unreachable existence. I can't believe I've met one in person!"
"The disciples of the Holy Church of Light aren't gods." Xu Cihang scoffed. "They only have one mouth and two eyes!"
"It's extremely difficult to enter the Holy Church of Light. We're not qualified!" Fan Yang shook his head and sighed. "We don't have such good parents either."
"I was originally a disciple of a small association in the countryside. I was an orphan. Later, I was discovered by a patrol and entered the Great Light Peak." Chu Li smiled. "I can't help it. My aptitude for martial arts is too good."
He realized that both of them admired the Holy Church of Light. Their feelings toward him were complicated. They were envious, jealous, and somewhat gloating.
If he wanted to integrate into the Sharp Vigor Battalion as soon as possible, he should cater to their interests and talk more about the Holy Church of Light.
To outsiders, the Holy Church of Light was mysterious and unattainable. After all, the Holy Church of Light accepted too few disciples. They were considered one in a million.
"Ah?" The two of them exclaimed in surprise. "Your aptitude is amazing!"
They looked at Chu Li in amazement and looked at him in a new light.
Chu Li smiled and nodded. "It's alright."
"Then how did you end up here?" Xu Cihang asked. "You fell from the sky into the mud!"
"It's a long story." Chu Li shook his head. "It involves many secrets of the church. I can only tell you a few simple things."
"Alright, tell me quickly." The two of them hurried him as they widened their eyes in curiosity.
Chu Li coughed. "I still don't know where my tent is."
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