Instructor Wang's real name is Wang Hui. He was once a blood-clad guard Qianhu and a fourth-level peak military general.
However, he encountered a strong enemy during a mission. Although he fought hard to kill the opponent, he was seriously injured and his foundation was severely damaged. His cultivation strength was greatly reduced, so he retired to the Iron Furnace Camp and serves as the chief instructor until now.
It is said that this old man has no children and has always been alone.
This is all information that Wang Hui has put out in the open, and all the trainee blood-clothed guards after entering the camp know it.
Wang Hui was extremely strict in teaching the new students and would often arrest them in solitary confinement for self-examination, earning him the nickname "The Living King of Hell".
But for Wang Chen, an outstanding new trainee in the blood-clothed guards, Wang Hui's appreciation and favor were unabashed!
It's not something out of the ordinary for him to open a small stove for Wang Chen.
However, Wang Chen's first "small lesson", which Wang Hui taught him, was not some secret technique.
The head coach first asked meaningfully: "Do you know who the enemy of our Blood Clothes Guards is?"
Wang Chen was stunned for a moment and replied: "You are a traitor to the party and a corrupt official."
Although he didn't know much about the Blood Clothes Guards, he also knew the original intention of Taizu Taizu of Daliang to establish the Blood Clothes Guards.
This violent organization, which only takes orders from the emperor, is almost a mixture of the imperial security service and the Independent Commission Against Corruption.
Especially those who rebel against the party have always been the target of severe attacks by the blood-clad guards!
It has been five hundred years since the founding of Daliang, and the country has been plagued by numerous maladies. As early as a hundred years ago, the country's power began to decline.
Especially thirty years ago, a war broke out between Daliang and the powerful enemy Daqi in the north that determined the fate of the country. As a result, Daliang lost hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the battle on the black soil plains and lost a large area of territory.
The impact of this battle on Daliang is still strong to this day. Coupled with various local harsh policies, it caused popular resentment and rebels against the party to rise up, bringing endless trouble to the court.
Suppressing the rebels has naturally become the blood-clothed guards' biggest task!
"Ling Zhiyuan, you must remember that our blood-clad guards can be friends with anyone, but the two must not be involved in the slightest, otherwise it will be self-destruction."
Wang Hui raised a finger: "First of all, it is against the party. I don't need to say more."
Wang Chen nodded.
Then the head coach raised a second finger: "The second one is... the devil!"
When he said this word, the oil lamp on the table suddenly shook, and the room became dark.
It seems that the temperature has dropped, and there is an extra bit of chill!
"magic?"
Wang Chen's heart trembled: "What is a devil?"
"Devil is the demon of demons."
Wang Hui lowered his voice and said: "The man-eating and soul-eating demon!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his wrist and slapped Wang Chen with his palm, and a piece of yellow paper suddenly appeared in his palm.
Snapped!
Wang Chen never dreamed that the head coach would take action against him. In addition, the distance between the two parties was very close, and Wang Hui's cultivation strength was far superior to his, so he had no time to dodge and was caught in the act.
Wang Chen's forehead was instantly pasted with a talisman paper filled with blood-red symbols.
He subconsciously leaned back and did two somersaults in a flash, widening the distance between him and Wang Hui.
I was shocked and angry in my heart, and felt as if my boat had capsized in the gutter!
But Wang Chen immediately felt something was wrong.
Because Wang Hui struck very quickly and hit his vital points without causing any harm to him.
The talisman stuck on his forehead did not have any impact on Wang Chen.
At most it's a little uncomfortable.
The most important thing is that after Wang Hui took action, he sat still and smiled without showing any hostility.
If the head coach really wanted to plot against him, then Wang Chen would most likely have died at this moment, and he might not even have time to be transported back to Haotian Realm.
After regaining his footing, Wang Chen grabbed the talisman from his forehead and said with a wry smile: "General Coach, what are you doing?"
Without knowing the situation, it would be difficult for him to accuse the other party of carrying out a surprise attack.
Even if it's just a joke.
"This is the magic charm."
Wang Hui put away his smile and raised his hand to signal Wang Chen to sit down and talk: "It's very expensive, don't break it."
"Magic identification talisman?"
Wang Chen sat down again opposite Wang Hui and suddenly understood: "Do you want to identify whether I am a devil?"
"That's right."
Wang Hui took a deep look at Wang Chen, reached for a thick file and threw it in front of him: "Look at this."
Wang Chen picked up the dossier and opened it to read.
The more he looked, the more frightened he became.
The content recorded in this file is clearly the life experience of Ling Zhiyuan from his birth to before he and his father were attacked. Everything is extremely detailed, and many of the secrets involving the Ling family are beyond the scope of Ling Zhiyuan's memory.
It took Wang Chen as long as a stick of incense to read them all.
The intelligence system of the Bloody Guards is really terrifying!
You must know that Ling Zhiyuan is not a famous person. To put it bluntly, he is a less successful direct descendant of a local family. He has neither amazing performance nor any outstanding deeds.
The blood-clothed guards were able to collect such detailed information about him. One can imagine the power hidden under the water.
"Your behavior after entering the camp is very different from what is recorded in this file."
Wang Hui said: "So I must first identify whether you have been taken away by the devil!"
"Fortunately you're not."
Wang Chen was silent for a moment, and then said: "Actually..."
"You don't need to explain."
Wang Hui waved his hand and said: "Everyone has their own secrets. As long as you are not a demon, there is no need to tell them. After all, your experience is different from ordinary people."
Ling Zhiyuan himself is very talented, but he was not motivated before, and then experienced a tragic change. It is not a strange thing to grow up overnight.
There are many examples from ancient times to the present where people’s potential exploded under strong stimulation!
Wang Chen couldn't help but ask: "Chief Coach, besides me, do other people want to be identified?"
"certainly."
Wang Hui showed a sly smile: "If the devil is allowed to sneak into our blood-clothed guards, big trouble will happen. All newcomers must pass the appraisal before they can become scholars. You just got there early."
"besides…"
He said leisurely: "In the future, don't call me chief instructor anymore, call me master!"
Wang Chen stood up and bowed down without thinking: "Disciple Ling Zhiyuan, pay homage to Master!"
This old man is really powerful. You will definitely not lose out if you become his master.
On the other hand, Wang Chen is also playing his current role wholeheartedly.
"Good disciple, no need to be more polite."
Wang Hui chuckled and stretched out his hand to help Wang Chen up: "Don't feel that you are at a disadvantage. To be honest, I was not a peak fourth-level general back then. I just injured my foundation and fell down."
Wang Chen was shocked!
The fourth-level peak military general has just fallen into the realm, so isn't this a fifth-level martial arts master?
Wang Chen suddenly felt like he was hugging Jin’s thigh!——