Chapter 11

In Qian Ye's perception, there was a peculiar space in his abdomen, where a faint surge of primal force seemed to be stirring, as if a young butterfly was about to break out of its cocoon. However, this space was enveloped by an invisible barrier, which had to be breached to ignite this node and allow the primal force inside and outside his body to merge and flow together.

The process of breaking through the barrier varied among different cultivation techniques. Most of them were relatively gentle, using a method of gradual refinement to wear down the barrier, making it thinner and thinner until it eventually disappeared, achieving a seamless integration.

Some cultivation techniques, however, were more fierce and aggressive, guiding the internal and external tides to repeatedly collide with the barrier. For example, the Military Conquest Technique was like this, driving the primal force tides with a wild and domineering impact, its strength rivaling that of top-tier cultivation techniques. However, during the process of impacting the barrier, it could also cause internal injuries to the body's organs.

Qian Ye was already able to quickly initiate a complete primal force tide. His goal today was to attempt to breach the node barrier.

He carefully guided the surging primal force toward the abdominal node. Wave after wave of primal force gradually adjusted their positions, impacting the node barrier.

The node barrier was like a high embankment, firmly blocking the primal force tides outside.

Qian Ye gradually immersed himself in the process, even the strange fragrance of "Zhu Yan Xue" disappeared from his sensory world. He felt as if he had merged with the primal force tides, being thrown high and crashing against the barrier with a fierce impact, then shattering into countless droplets of primal force.

But the next wave would be even higher, with even greater impact. Each round of impact made Qian Ye's whole body tremble slightly.

As the internal primal force tides impacted the node, the external primal force resonated and continuously replenished Qian Ye's consumption. Thus, his primal force gradually increased.

This tedious cycle continued for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, after one round of primal force tides, the surging primal force did not completely subside but briefly fell back and then rose again with a new wave!

Qian Ye was both surprised and delighted, quickly focusing his mind to guide this new wave toward the node barrier. When the wave hit the barrier, Qian Ye's ears buzzed with the sound of rushing water, and his body involuntarily shook violently, almost lifting him off the ground.

This was the first wave of the second round of primal force tides, which, combined with the residual force of the first round, had an impact equivalent to the fourth or fifth wave of the first round.

This was a successful start. As Qian Ye's accumulated primal force increased, the second round of primal force tides would form, followed by the third and fourth rounds. The more continuous primal force tides generated, the greater the叠加 effect, and the stronger the impact on the primal force barrier.

It was said that when the third round of primal force tides formed, it was time to breach the abdominal node.

At this moment, the bell rang. Qian Ye, as usual, tidied himself up and quickly left the cultivation room. He had made a breakthrough in his training, and among the children training together, several others also looked pleased.

However, Qian Ye did not feel much joy. His progress was still relatively fast, ranking him in the top third of his class. It had been about half a year since the Military Conquest Technique course began, and it was said that some children in other classes had already ignited their first primal force node.

The children lined up on the open ground in the valley as usual. Chen Lei, for some reason, stood next to Qian Ye.

As everyone ran to the training ground under the instructor's lead, Chen Lei suddenly moved closer to Qian Ye and lowered his voice, "I have already started cultivating the third round of primal force tides. Once I ignite my primal force node, you better watch out!"

Qian Ye kept his eyes straight ahead, looking at the front as if he had heard nothing.

Next was a combat class and a biological structure class.

In the combat class, Qian Ye's opponent was an ordinary child, with no enmity or friendship between them. The result of the match was a draw, and then it was time for the biological structure class.

However, the instructor for this class was a new, unfamiliar, bald, and emaciated old man with murky gray eyes. When his gaze swept over Qian Ye, Qian Ye suddenly felt as if he had been seen through inside and out, and he shivered.

The old man's eyes, which had already swept past Qian Ye, twitched and turned back to look at him again.

Each student had an experimental table in front of them, covered with a white cloth, hiding a long, rectangular object.

The old man cleared his throat, his voice rough and hoarse like a crow's, "Little ones! From today on, I will turn you into true devils! As for my name, I doubt any of you will want to remember it. But for the next six months, this name will accompany you for a long time. I am called Shen Tu!"

Then Shen Tu explained his class rules. It was simple: complete the task within the specified time and do not vomit.

"Alright! Now, lift the white cloth in front of you and pick up this thing!" Shen Tu held up a tool that resembled a fine hook.

Qian Ye stepped forward and lifted the white cloth in front of him, instantly startled!

Under the white cloth was a corpse, a cold corpse! But it had a familiar face. Qian Ye remembered that this was a child who had entered the training camp with him!

The corpse in front of him had clearly been carefully preserved, remaining intact and showing no signs of decay even after nearly a year.

At one corner of the experimental table, there was a tray containing several dozen tools of various shapes. The hook Shen Tu held was one of them.

On the high lectern, there was also a corpse. Shen Tu inserted the hook into the chest area of the corpse, pulled it up, and then used a sharp knife to make a thin incision in the skin.

Facing the familiar face, Qian Ye felt an overwhelming complexity of emotions and could not bring himself to make the first cut. Most of the children were like Qian Ye, showing signs of panic and confusion. A few children, however, began to act, some even with cruel and sinister smiles.

Suddenly, a guard began counting down from ten loudly.

The children were all startled. This was a countdown they knew all too well. They knew that anyone who had not started by the end of the countdown would be punished. The punishment from Shen Tu might be even harsher than that from Zhang Jing!

Including Qian Ye, all the children hurriedly grabbed the tools and began dissecting the corpses according to Shen Tu's instructions.

Qian Ye had just completed the required steps when he suddenly heard a girl cry out and then squat on the ground, vomiting violently.

Shen Tu paused his actions and quietly watched the girl. All the children in the classroom also watched, and for a moment, there was complete silence.

When the girl had finished vomiting and crying, Shen Tu said in a very gentle tone, "Take her down and clean her up."

Two guards, like wolves, picked up the girl as if she were a chick, ignoring her cries and struggles.

The class continued, and the children silently learned the knowledge Shen Tu taught.

Only the old man's rough and hoarse voice echoed in the classroom.

A week later, Shen Tu appeared before the children again. This class was still a dissection class, and the old man planned to use three classes to cover the vital points and weaknesses of human anatomy.

When Qian Ye lifted the white cloth in front of him, he suddenly took a step back. On the table in front of him was the corpse of the girl who had been taken away earlier!

Qian Ye immediately understood what Shen Tu meant by "cleaning up." At this moment, he suddenly felt Shen Tu's gaze fixed on him.

Qian Ye did not look up, and his hands did not tremble. He picked up the forceps and a thin blade and began the required steps.

Qian Ye did not know how he got through this class. He did not know how he got through the day, and suddenly it was evening, and he was lying on his bed.

In the dormitory, light snores had already begun, and most of the children were already asleep, but Qian Ye could not fall asleep.

The Huangquan Training Camp was indeed a hell, and Qian Ye did not know how long he could hold on. However, he knew that if he could persist, some things about him would gradually change.

Qian Ye had not thought about the vague shadow from his earliest memories for a long time, thinking he would forget it, but now it resurfaced. He already sensed that some of his persistence would eventually be lost.

The second face that floated up was Shi Yan's, who looked awkward but tried to smile. He seemed to hear someone saying, "Come back alive." Qian Ye was momentarily confused, realizing that the voice was not Shi Yan's but that person's.

Qian Ye closed his eyes and opened them again, now completely awake. Someone was waiting for him, and someone had given him a promise. He now understood the meaning of the surname "Lin." All of this would have to wait until he left this hell.

In this hell, opportunities often came only once, and if not seized, they would be lost. There was no room for waiting here.

Qian Ye suddenly leaped off the bed, landing silently, and then used the stealth techniques he learned in the combat class to approach Chen Lei's bed. He seemed to have not disturbed anyone.

Chen Lei was not sleeping deeply, with a look of unease on his face, as if he was dreaming of something.

Qian Ye slowly and firmly reached out, aiming for Chen Lei's throat.

At that moment, a child on the adjacent bed suddenly turned over, opened his eyes, and saw Qian Ye's action.

Qian Ye turned and met his gaze. The child shivered and quickly turned back, pretending to sleep, as if he had seen nothing.

Qian Ye's left hand, without hesitation, struck like lightning, firmly gripping Chen Lei's throat, and at the same time, delivered a powerful punch to his ribs!

A dull thud echoed in the dormitory, and most of the children immediately woke up, with many instinctively leaping out of bed.

The thuds continued.

Chen Lei's eyes bulged out of their sockets, his face turning purplish-black, and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He clawed and scratched frantically, some missing and some hitting Qian Ye's arm hard.

But Qian Ye's hand was like iron, unmoving, as if he felt no pain. His right hand delivered steady, unchanging blows to Chen Lei's abdomen and ribs.

This scene was somewhat similar to when Chen Lei had his companions surround and beat Qian Ye, but the reactions after being beaten were completely different. Chen Lei was clearly panicked and disoriented, his counterattacks uncoordinated and desperate.

The few strongest in the class, seeing Chen Lei's performance, silently shook their heads and no longer considered him a threat.

However, their gazes toward Qian Ye were filled with caution.

Qian Ye continued to beat Chen Lei, but his breathing remained steady, and his expression unchanged, as if he were doing a trivial task. Each dull thud seemed to strike the heart of every child.

Chen Lei finally stopped moving, his body convulsing instinctively.

Qian Ye stopped and returned to his bed, pulling the blanket over his head as if nothing had happened and continued to sleep.

A moment later, Chen Lei suddenly jumped out of bed, stumbled to the window, and cried out desperately, "Instructor! Instructor! Someone is trying to kill me, save me!"