Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

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

A falcon descended from the sky, snatched the paper recording Xu Ming's information, and flew into the military camp.

Before long, the gates of the camp opened, and a burly man, as stout as a bear, walked out.

The man came before Xu Ming, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Xu Ming frowned slightly; the other man's violent blood energy and martial artist's Qi unexpectedly caused Xu Ming to feel subconscious fear.

"Are you Xu Ming?" the man asked, his voice deep and resonant.

"Yes," Xu Ming nodded.

The man sized Xu Ming up and down: "Come with me."

The man led Xu Ming into the military camp, and the gates slowly closed.

"Ha!"

"Didn't eat, did you?! So little strength? Again!"

"Ha!"

"Chen Wu! Are you a woman?! Is that how you swing a blade? My grandma could swing it with more power!"

"Is that all? Add another thousand catties of black iron! Start running!"

"Damn it, who the hell touched this general's horse last night? Step forward! My horse is trembling just walking!"

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

In this open space were various swords, blades, and equipment; according to Xu Ming's estimation, about a thousand people were training here.

Within the military camp, the thick blood energy made Xu Ming's blood involuntarily boil.

The intense martial artist's Qi even made Xu Ming unable to breathe for a moment, like altitude sickness.

Taking a few deep breaths, Xu Ming regulated the Qi within his body, feeling slightly more comfortable.

The man glanced at Xu Ming and said:

"The Bloodfloat Turmoil has a total of one hundred thousand men, distributed among ten military camps outside of Wudu. Each camp has ten thousand men. This place you're in is directly opposite the Azure Dragon Gate of Wudu, called the First Military Camp.

First, Second, Third, and so on, are not divided by strength, but simply for the sake of distinction.

Once you enter the Bloodfloat Turmoil, those under twenty years old, unless specially approved, can only return home once every six years.

After twenty years old, you can return once a year, for matchmaking and marrying a wife, a thirty-day vacation.

After having children, you can return twice a year, a twenty-day vacation each time."

As he spoke, the man led Xu Ming to a small storage room, randomly picked a package from inside, and threw it to Xu Ming: "My name is Wang Meng. From today on, you are under my command. I don't care if you're a 'jieyuan' or not, and I don't care how pampered you were before.

Once you come to the Bloodfloat Turmoil, you're a man. You're not selling your ass! If you're gonna fuck, you're the one fucking someone else's ass!

Inside are your clothes. Walk forward a thousand meters, there's a camp written '484', that's where you'll be staying.

Training starts in half an hour!"

After speaking, Wang Meng walked away without looking back, not saying another word of nonsense to Xu Ming.

Xu Ming carried his package and walked in the direction Wang Meng had just pointed.

He arrived at the camp with the white cloth sign that read "484."

Xu Ming walked inside.

Within the camp, eight people all looked towards Xu Ming in unison.

The ages of these eight people seemed to be between thirteen and fifteen years old.

Each person's blood energy was very thick.

As Xu Ming scanned the crowd, he noticed that one person looked particularly familiar.

Is that Xiong Hai Zhi?

Or is it just someone who looks similar?

Four years had passed, and Xu Ming really couldn't recognize him.

Xu Ming felt that even if it was Xiong Hai Zhi, he wouldn't recognize him, after all, the age of six to ten is when a person's face changes the most.

Xu Ming saw that one of the beds was neatly made, with clothes piled on another. Xu Ming walked towards the clean bed.

"Little brat, that's not your bed, that's our boss's bed," a man with a slicked-back hairstyle walked over and said to Xu Ming, pointing his thumb at another bed full of杂物, "That's yours."

In this era, the slicked-back hairstyle was very trendy.

Xu Ming looked at his bed and asked, "Are those things on the bed yours?"

The man with the slicked-back hair smiled: "They're ours."

"Then please take them away," Xu Ming said.

"Take them away?" The man with the slicked-back hair smiled, "Kid, you wash our clothes clean, arrange our things, not only today, but in the future, you'll wash all our clothes! Do you hear me?"

The man with the slicked-back hair reached out and grabbed towards Xu Ming's head.

"Tsk."

Xu Ming clicked his tongue.

Why is it that there's this kind of showing off and face-slapping everywhere?

How is it that a military camp feels like a prison? There's even bullying? And this is an elite military force?

Xu Ming grabbed the man with the slicked-back hair's hand and twisted it. Only the sound of dislocation was heard. Xu Ming pulled him forward, and with a kick, the man with the slicked-back hair flew three meters away.

"Oh! You've got some moves!" The other people stood up, "Come on, let's spar with you."

A bald man took off his clothes with a flick, revealing eight-pack abs, and sent a whip kick towards Xu Ming's face.

Xu Ming reached out to block, his lower body remaining motionless.

Xu Ming grabbed his ankle, pulled him forward, and punched forward, hitting him in the stomach. The bald man flew out.

The bald man didn't believe in evil, got up again, and punched towards Xu Ming's face.

Xu Ming wasn't afraid at all, and delivered a punch.

"Ah!"

Only the sound of bone cracking was heard, and the bald man screamed, clutching his fist.

Suddenly, the bald man felt dizzy. When he reacted, he was already facing the ground. Immediately after, the bald man felt a burst of abdominal pain.

Xu Ming kicked him in the stomach, and the whole person slid two meters along the ground. The bald man curled up tightly.

"Why don't you all come at me together," Xu Ming looked at the remaining people.

"Damn it! Letting you be arrogant?"

"Go!"

Except for the person sitting in the corner and the person who looked like Xiong Hai Zhi, the others all rushed up.

Twenty breaths later, everyone was lying on the ground groaning non-stop.

Xu Ming thought for a while, threw his package on the bed, then turned around and lay down on the cleanest bed: "I've decided, this bed is mine, I'll tell your boss later."

The man with the slicked-back hair got up, grabbed his arm, and "cracked" it back into place.

The boy hiding in the corner, who looked no more than thirteen years old, wanted to say something to Xu Ming, but was glared at by the man with the slicked-back hair.

"Fine, then you just lie there, see how long you can lie," the man with the slicked-back hair coldly snorted and went back to his bed to sit down.

Xu Ming didn't take it to heart, just changed into the Bloodfloat Turmoil's training uniform, took off his shoes, leaned on the bed, and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, waiting for the training in half an hour.

Just as Xu Ming was half-awake and half-asleep, Xu Ming suddenly felt a gust of wind coming towards his face.

Xu Ming's eyes suddenly opened, and his palm was already gripping the fair, almost woman-like fist.