Chapter 196: Training March

Damn it! Are they not letting people live?

Just arrived at the destination, butt not even warmed, haven't taken a bite of food, and already have to run a hundred kilometers.

This Instructor Ji Re is simply not human. He's a devil!

We were supposed to go to West He Ox Prefecture to resist the demon race, but who knew we'd be brought to this godforsaken place where birds don't even shit to run.

Oh no, I'm exhausted!

Around me, complaints and curses rang out, each sound reaching my ears.

This is the new recruit unit currently on a training march.

The whole new recruit unit stretched two to three li long, looking from afar like a yellow long dragon.

Today's training march mission is quite clear.

From Sha Ha Military City to Singing Sand Mountain, the training march is a full hundred kilometers, and we must arrive before sunset.

Run faster, you trash! If you can't make it before sunset, don't even think about eating today!

Beside the unit, Instructor Ji waved the whip in his hand, loudly cursing at the new recruits.

Under him was a black magic wolf.

This magic wolf is named Big Black, his only mount.

Big Black is four meters long, two meters tall, with dark, glossy fur.

Big Black bared its teeth, stuck out its tongue, carrying Ji Re at an easy pace as it followed the unit.

The sun hung high in the sky, the yellow sand baked by the sunlight scorching hot underfoot.

Zhang Xingyu silently followed behind the unit, lifting his heavy steps as he ran forward.

As a cultivator, he hadn't sweated in years.

But today, sweat soaked his clothes, and the newly donned recruit armor chafed his skin red and swollen.

Zhang Xingyu wiped the sweat from his forehead and silently cursed: "Damn it, we're all cultivators who can fly on swords, yet we insist on doing this foot march!"

Ahead, the yellow sand stretched endlessly.

Zhang Xingyu took out a face cloth and lightly covered his face.

Just as the face cloth covered his face, the muscle instructor swung the whip and lashed out.

You piece of trash, what's with the face cloth? Do you think you're attending a masquerade ball?

Zhang Xingyu yanked off the face cloth and continued trudging forward through the sand and dust.

Along the way, whenever a comrade tried to sit down to rest, the muscle instructor gave them a fierce whipping.

Although cultivators have tough skin and flesh, ordinary whips don't cause much harm to the skin.

But when the whip lashes the body, it still burns with painful sting.

Thus, everyone groaned, continuing to grit their teeth and move forward.

By evening, everyone successively arrived at a low sand dune.

This sand dune is not large, and from time to time a rumbling roar comes from within.

This is Singing Sand Mountain.

After reaching the destination, some sat, some lay, some gasped heavily, some closed their eyes to rest.

Zhang Xingyu lay on the sand dune, quietly listening to the sound coming from nearby.

The sound at times resembled thunder, at times war drums, at times shouts, at times lamentations.

Strange!

This sound seems to come from some cruel battlefield.

Everyone had rested less than a quarter hour when the hated muscle instructor whipped again.

You bunch of good-for-nothings, get up quickly! You've barely run any distance, yet you're all like dead pigs.

Today's training march is from the barracks to here, then back to the barracks. I tell you, if you want to eat, hurry up and run back.

The muscle instructor left, riding his beloved magic wolf.

As the saying goes, after intense exercise, the more you rest, the more fatigued you become.

Everyone lingered on the sand mountain resting, just not wanting to get up.

Zhang Xingyu lay on the quiet sand mountain.

His whole body was sore and weak, his limbs powerless.

Even the most delicious food failed to arouse his interest.

The red sun sank into the sea of sand, the moon climbed into the sky.

The bright moonlight draped the desert in a layer of silver.

Zhang Xingyu slowly crawled to his feet.

On the sand dune, only he remained.

The comrades on the training march had all returned one after another.

Even those few who were lazy to the extreme had already left.

He had to go back.

He certainly didn't want to spend the night alone in this vast desert.

Aooo!

On the sand ridge, a magic wolf howled at the moon.

Howling Moon Magic Wolf?

In this desert where not a blade of grass grows, how could there be a howling moon magic wolf?

Zhang Xingyu furrowed his brows.

However, he is a cultivator, and he is not afraid of magic wolves.

With the fire dragon in hand, I possess the world.

A mere magic wolf is not even in his eyes.

He silently took out the fire dragon from his storage ring.

In his view, a huge magic wolf stepped forward, treading the moonlight.

At the same time, a golden sword light streaked across the sky.

The sword light rushed toward the magic wolf.

On the magic wolf's back, a dark sword light shot up into the sky.

The two sword lights fought without cease.

Below the sword lights stood two people, one in gold and one in white, facing each other.

"Magic Wolf King, you shouldn't have come here."

"If I shouldn't have come, then should you have come?"

"This is the territory of the human race; how can you demons come and go as you please?"

"Heaven and earth are vast, but I am the greatest. What does it matter that it's human territory? I'll come and go as I please."

"If that's the case, once you come, don't even think about leaving."

"I never planned to leave. Besides, if I wanted to leave, with your strength as Golden Sword Venerable, you couldn't stop me."

They fought with swords while trading insults.

The two drew ever closer to Mingsha Mountain.

Judging by their strength, they are likely both masters.

Zhang Xingyu thought for a moment, then buried his body in the yellow sand.

Safety first.

It's better to hide.

The battle sounds grew nearer.

Calm the mind, steady the breath, and restrain the aura.

At this moment, he was just a grain of yellow sand.

On the peak of Mingsha Mountain, the battle grew ever fiercer.

They not only dueled with swords, but also clashed with magical arts.

"Ding ding dong..."

The sword lights crossed, continuously producing a sound like pearls falling on a jade plate.

"Boom boom..."

The Dao arts collided, emitting earth-shaking roars one after another.

Where the Dao arts passed, yellow sand flew and splashed.

Soon, a layer was shaved off the small peak of Mingsha Mountain.

Zhang Xingyu tightened his restrained breath even further.

Judging by the situation, both sides in the duel are major figures.

Their strength is probably no less than that of Nascent Soul cultivators.

At the summit, yellow sand burst forth, like celestial maidens scattering flowers.

At the base, the ground seemed bombarded, with sand and dust filling the air.

Zhang Xingyu remained motionless, allowing sand pellets to fall upon him.

He dared not make the slightest sound, fearing to attract the attention of the big shots on the peak.

The battle on the summit lasted half an hour.

Mingsha Mountain suffered a beheading.

The once towering peak vanished, replaced by a huge sand pit.

At the bottom of the sand pit, the air currents surged, and a faint golden light shone out.

"Hahaha, truly, after searching high and low without success, it comes easily. Golden Sword Old Man, thanks for your help. I've been seeking this Burial God Place for years, never expecting it to be right here."

The Black Wolf King gave a long laugh, his laughter piercing the heavens.

Golden Sword Venerable furrowed his brows tightly.

He too has sought the Burial God Place for many years.

It is said that the Burial God Place is where the gods are buried, and inside lie divine artifacts buried with the god race.

"Divine artifacts—just thinking about them makes my mouth water."

Even though Golden Sword Venerable has cultivated for three thousand years and reached the Transformation God stage, he has never seen anyone holding a divine artifact.

Who would have thought that the Burial God Place lies within his own territory.

He himself had idly stayed here for years, yet never managed to find it.