Chapter 46

After half a day of chasing and fighting, everyone decided to rest on the spot. Muzhuolun provided several tents and had some Hui people bring over cooked beef, treating Li Wuchang and the other trainees with particular kindness.

After dinner, as night fell, the ten trainees gathered in Li Wuchang's tent to have a small meeting.

Sitting in a circle inside the tent, Li Wuchang spoke first: "Everyone, today was the first time we saw blood. How do you feel?"

Liu Hongjun, Jingwei, and Zhao Dingkun remained seated, their expressions calm and composed.

Li Wuchang found their reactions normal. Liu Hongjun had seen blood in real life before, and although he had killed many people today, it did not faze him.

Jingwei, being from a relevant department, had seen many people die in various tragic ways and might have killed before, so he was already quite composed.

Although Zhao Dingkun had been in a high position for a long time, enjoying a life of luxury, he had once been in the underworld, transitioning from black to white, and had seen many things. Even if the sight of blood made him slightly uncomfortable, he could overcome it.

Su Yi and Tao Zhijun were also quite good. Although their faces changed slightly, they quickly regained control. One was a surgeon, and the other had been in the underworld; neither was unfamiliar with blood.

Xiu Yongqing, Fan Qi, and Liu Juan were a bit worse off. Today, driven by a surge of energy, they had fought and were injured. Now, as they recalled, they felt a bit scared.

However, Xiu Yongqing's attitude was quite positive. He said with a self-deprecating smile, "At the time, it felt exhilarating, but now, thinking back, I'm a bit scared. But it was quite stimulating, and the gains were significant, so I don't regret it."

Nodding to Xiu Yongqing, Li Wuchang praised him: "Good. With this mindset and courage, you can go far in the God Space. The idea of becoming a great hero is not far off."

Xiu Yongqing was delighted: "Thank you, Brother Leng. I will work even harder."

Having understood Li Wuchang's strength, Xiu Yongqing admired him greatly, deeply appreciating his graceful and confident demeanor. He secretly resolved to take Li Wuchang as his role model.

Therefore, he was very happy to receive Li Wuchang's praise.

When it came to discussing the feelings from today's battle, everyone had different insights and was not hesitant to share, creating a lively atmosphere.

Only Fang Junjie and Guo Siyu could only watch helplessly from the side, unable to join in. Both looked somewhat dejected and were quite disheartened.

Guo Siyu, a young girl, usually pampered by her parents, had never experienced such委屈 (vexation) before and was on the verge of tears.

She was a pretty girl, and with her tearful eyes, many felt sorry for her, but no one said anything. People like Su Yi and Xiu Yongqing showed signs of sympathy, while Liu Hongjun and Zhao Dingkun remained as calm as stone, their faces expressionless.

The only exception was Tao Zhihu, who looked dazed, his eyes gleaming with lust, wishing he could rush forward and show her some affection.

However, Tao Zhihu did not dare to act rashly, having witnessed Li Wuchang's strength and methods. Even the most reckless person would be more restrained.

"Xiao Yu, don't be sad. Don't worry, we will help you."

Whether out of kindness or other considerations, Fan Qi comforted Guo Siyu carefully.

Guo Siyu blinked her big, innocent eyes and asked, "Sister, are you really serious?"

Fan Qi nodded: "Yes, if you don't believe me, ask Sister Juanzi."

Guo Siyu turned her gaze to Liu Juan, still looking timid and fragile, like a frightened kitten.

"It's true. Sister Qiying and I will help you."

Liu Juan affirmed.

Guo Siyu was overjoyed and quickly grabbed Fan Qi and Liu Juan's hands, expressing her gratitude: "Sister Qiying, Sister Juanzi, thank you, thank you."

Among the eleven, there were only three women, and the others were men. It was normal for the weaker ones to band together for survival. As long as one person was a bit stronger, they could unite them.

Fan Qi, who had built a small company from scratch, was not just a pretty face. Seeing her win Guo Siyu's gratitude and pull in Liu Juan, Li Wuchang couldn't help but admire her.

With Fan Qi and Liu Juan's promise, Guo Siyu was no longer worried and smiled again. Fang Junjie, however, was deeply troubled, his face showing his distress.

Although he was a high-achieving student at the capital university with a high IQ, Fang Junjie's courage was lacking. He truly did not dare to fight.

While his heart was hesitant, his rationality told him that if he continued like this, he would fall behind and might even be in danger.

In his anxiety, Fang Junjie suddenly remembered something, his eyes brightening. He said excitedly, "Brother Leng, I have a suggestion that can help us all complete our tasks."

Looking at Fang Junjie, Li Wuchang said with a half-smile, "Are you thinking about the captured bailiffs outside?"

"Ah!"

Fang Junjie was surprised and said, "Brother Leng, you thought of it too. That's great. What do you think?"

Li Wuchang said indifferently, "Not much."

"Why?"

Fang Junjie was unwilling.

There were dozens of captured bailiffs outside. Even if killing them all wouldn't be enough for everyone to complete their tasks, it would be close.

Li Wuchang said, "That's the achievement of the Red Flower Society. If you want to do something about it, you'll have to figure it out yourself. I won't get involved."

Li Wuchang knew very well what kind of people the Red Flower Society were. Trying to get people from them to kill was almost impossible, and he did not want to force the issue.

Despite Li Wuchang's considerable strength, which could suppress Chen Jialuo and earn praise from Wuchen Daoist, it was uncertain whether he could handle a one-on-one fight with all the leaders of the Red Flower Society.

Hearing Li Wuchang's words, Fang Junjie felt deflated, his mood sinking again.

The night passed quietly, and everyone rested. The next morning, Muzhuolun led the Hui people to bid everyone farewell.

Before leaving, Huo Qingtong unfastened the short sword from her waist and said to Li Wuchang, "This short sword was given to me by my father. It is said to contain a great secret that has been passed down for centuries, but no one has ever figured it out. Since we may never meet again, please accept this sword. You are a wise person and might be able to uncover its secrets." She then presented the sword with both hands.

Li Wuchang accepted it with both hands and said, "This sword is a precious item, and I dare not accept it. But since you are giving it to me, I cannot refuse your kindness, so I will accept it with a thick face."

Chen Jialuo, who was arranging for the Red Flower Society to set off, saw Li Wuchang and Huo Qingtong talking from a distance and felt quite uncomfortable, his expression melancholic.