Chapter 1474: The Double Mace Warrior

Thinking until his head ached, Yingzhou walked out of his cabin, wanting to walk around and clear his mind.

Passing by the training room, the door was half-open.

Yingzhou pushed the door open and saw Yingxin standing in the center of the training room, wearing a gray training suit, her hair tied into a high ponytail; a thin layer of sweat had already seeped from her forehead, and her breathing was somewhat unsteady, but her hand gripping the blade was still quite stable.

In her right hand, she held a training Combat Knife, its weight nearly identical to a real weapon.

Leman Russ stood to her side and front, one hand supporting her wrist, the other pressing on her shoulder, adjusting her posture.

"Blade facing out, don't flip your wrist. Sink your body, put your center of gravity on your front foot. Yes, just like that. Try again."

Leman Russ said.

Yingxin took a deep breath and swung the blade again, following the posture just corrected.

Leman Russ nodded.

"This time is okay, at least it didn't veer to the right. Let's stop here for today. Practicing too much leads to muscle fatigue, which will instead wear down your technique."

Yingxin flexed the wrist that had been holding the blade, placed the blade on the rack to the side, and when she turned around, she happened to see Yingzhou standing at the doorway.

She was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously stood up straight, like a student caught playing by a teacher.

Leman Russ also turned his head following her gaze, and when he saw Yingzhou, his expression paused as well.

Yingzhou leaned against the door frame and said with a smile.

"Practicing with the blade?"

Yingxin opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to start.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Leman Russ spoke up.

"I'm teaching her. She said she wanted to learn how to hold a blade, so I taught her some basic movements; these are all training blades."

Yingzhou nodded.

"I know, is Fulgrim not here?"

Leman Russ's expression became somewhat subtle.

"He... he is reading in the lounge, um, reading. Father, could you please not tell Fulgrim? He thinks the little sister is still young and shouldn't touch weapons. If he finds out, he will definitely nag for a long time."

Yingzhou's gaze fell on Yingxin.

"How is she learning?"

Leman Russ was slightly taken aback, as if he hadn't expected him to ask this.

"It's okay, she has already mastered the basic movements, and the direction of force is correct. After all, she just started learning to use weapons, it's impossible to be very proficient."

Yingzhou said.

"Then keep practicing, and pay attention to safety."

Yingxin's expression brightened, and she said happily.

"Mm! I will be careful!"

Yingzhou didn't say anything more and left the training room.

Yingzhou continued along the corridor, and after walking for another stretch, he heard voices coming from ahead.

He walked a few steps closer and saw Curze standing by the porthole at the corner of the corridor, facing Alpharius and Omegon, gesturing at something.

Curze said.

"My point is, this oversight agency shouldn't be temporary; it needs to cover the entire Star Alliance, not just Xinkeshen Xing. Planets under construction, newly liberated planets, and planets already operating stably all need a channel specifically responsible for public feedback and grassroots supervision.

In the existing administrative system, information flows from top to bottom. The situation at the grassroots level needs to go through layers of reporting to reach the decision-making level; there are too many intermediate links, making it easy for information to be lost or intercepted.

If there is an independent agency responsible for collecting and verifying grassroots information, at least those things that have been suppressed will have a chance to be seen."

Alpharius leaned against the wall.

"What do you want us to do?"

Curze said.

"Intelligence gathering work—you are better at it than I am, and this is a matter of public livelihood. Material distribution, supply delivery, irregular behavior in grassroots management, and the actual living conditions of workers and residents all need someone to understand them.

You need to build an information network that covers the entire Star Alliance, so that those small grassroots matters can be captured in time."

Omegon said.

"Sounds like a web."

Curze said.

"Yes, a web. So that those things that shouldn't be ignored, are not ignored."

Alpharius and Omegon looked at each other, then nodded simultaneously.

Alpharius said.

"Can do."

Omegon said.

"We will figure out how to build this network."

Curze let out a sigh of relief.

"Good, after the draft is completed, I will organize the relevant clauses and operational framework. We can discuss the specific implementation methods together then."

Yingzhou stood at the corner not far away, listened for a while, and did not make a sound.

Then he turned around and walked back the way he came.

After returning to the cabin, Yingzhou sat down in the chair, closed his eyes, leaned against the back of the chair, and let his thoughts drift.

The cabin was very quiet, and gradually, his consciousness began to lighten.

Blurred images began to emerge; at first, they were just fragments of color blocks and light and shadow, gradually condensing into clear and complete shapes.

Yingzhou saw a vast battlefield, a figure standing in the center of the battlefield, his posture upright.

His outline was blurred, and one could only see that his posture was exceptionally relaxed; he held a Double Mace in his hands, and the trajectory of his swinging the Double Mace was clean and decisive.

Yingzhou wanted to see his face clearly, but his vision seemed to be blocked by a layer of mist, unable to focus.

Just then, that figure turned his head, as if he had sensed his gaze, and shifted his perspective slightly.

Yingzhou saw that he seemed to be looking at him; those eyes pierced through the thin mist, and then the image began to blur, the outlines gradually dissipating.

"Whew, I haven't had a dream in a long time. When was the last time I dreamed?"

Yingzhou opened his eyes and whispered to himself.

Yingzhou recalled the image still lingering in his mind; who exactly was that person?

A figure danced with Double Mace in his hands, the trajectory clean and crisp.

That posture, that aura, seemed carved deep into some memory, awakened by something.

Yingzhou thought for a long time, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and a memory appeared in his mind.

That memory, that memory from before he transmigrated.

That was Qin Qiong!

Qin Qiong, the Great Tang's number one double-flower red pole, holding Double Mace, brave and upright, and even later becoming a door god.

But why would he dream of Qin Qiong?

At this moment, Yingzhou remembered the options the system gave him, the Second Primarch and the Eleventh Primarch, two blank designations, two existences that could be customized.

Perhaps this was not a random dream.

Perhaps things deep in his memory that met certain criteria were extracted, rearranged, and projected into a form he could understand.

The image of Qin Qiong was perhaps hinting at how he should shape that unknown Primarch.

An upright, Loyalty-bound, and brave Primarch, a Primarch capable of conquering in all directions and also guarding order.