After a long walk, Su Yue finally arrived at the training base of the Zhenqin Corps.

An iron gate, a vast open field, and some barracks in the distance.

A very basic military camp.

However, it was not desolate here; on the contrary, it was quite lively.

Hmm.

All sorts of bizarre people and chaos.

Many undercover agents had arrived before him.

Su Yue was shocked.

How many undercover agents is the Zhenqin Corps planning to send?

How many people does the Yangxiang Sect even have? Are you intending to seize power and eradicate this tumor from the root?

Are they sending undercover agents or a sect leader?

Various kinds of masks, a plethora of styles.

This group of people are all uniformly First-Grade Martial Artists.

Su Yue was puzzled.

Is it really necessary to send so many people?

Undercover agents working as a team is indeed novel.

"Everyone, gather over here!"

Finally, a masked officer appeared in the distance.

This person was a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist, with a poker face, looking very serious—a bit like someone working at a debt collection agency.

Everyone wore the same clothes, making it impossible to tell anything from their build. Su Yue blended into the crowd, casually finding a place to stand.

He felt like a little demon subdued by Fa Hai... a Pig Demon.

"There are a total of 80 of you.

"But after one day of training, 77 of you will be eliminated, leaving only three elites.

"During the time you carry out undercover missions, the 77 eliminated will be on vacation at the camp, with food and drink provided, and three Qi Blood Pills each day.

"Since you've arrived at the base, you must obey orders, and you have only two choices.

"First, absolute compliance.

"Second, disobedience, and then be executed by the Zhenqin Corps for treason."

One's appearance reflects one's heart.

Su Yue sighed.

Just speaking was so intimidating.

Yet this state gave Su Yue a sense of security.

If I were an undercover agent, I would feel very at ease.

I just arrived at the Yangxiang Sect and got sold out by my own people. How frustrating.

Locking up all the insiders, since no one has communication tools, is also a method.

At the same time, Su Yue admired the meticulousness of the Zhenqin Corps.

Gathering so many First-Grade Martial Artists all at once, even if the Yangxiang Sect sensed something amiss, they couldn't pinpoint who the undercover agents were, thus unable to use family as leverage.

Although the Yangxiang Sect is merely a cult, the Zhenqin Corps still prepares with such rigor, very cautious.

"If you understand, sit down immediately."

The poker face didn't say much more.

The scene froze.

Upon hearing this, the martial artists sat down in a messy fashion.

They were obviously intimidated by the poker face's aura of killing intent.

Actually, most of these martial artists weren't doing well, and the reason they were willing to be undercover agents was to desperately strive for a future.

Being intimidated by a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist was nothing unusual.

Of course, there were a few troublemakers who had already started whispering to each other.

Some didn't expect to be selected at all.

As the poker face said, with meals provided and a place to stay, plus three Qi Blood Pills daily, where else could you find such a good deal?

So these people were very relaxed, even wearing their masks sloppily.

The poker face didn't mind either.

They were choosing undercover agents, not an honor guard.

Too much discipline would be restrictive. Being laid-back and unambitious is precisely like someone who would join the Yangxiang Sect to make a living.

"When you truly begin your undercover work, the Military Department will use a special pill along with a potion to disguise you, ensuring not even your own father will recognize you.

"And today's first lesson is to introduce how to ensure your disguise isn't seen through during the mission."

The poker face surveyed the group.

Su Yue nodded secretly.

He vaguely heard of the Military Department's makeup expertise.

Age, appearance... those are basic disguises.

When things get urgent, even your gender can be changed.

In the second year of high school, Su Yue discussed this issue with Wang Lu Feng.

Back then, Su Yue remembered very clearly.

"Next, let me introduce my background to you guys."

The poker face remained expressionless.

"During my high school years, I studied abroad, and the country where I studied was Hanbang Country.

"Guess what skills I learned at that time?"

The poker face looked confidently at this group of misfits.

Hanbang Country?

What specialties do they have?

Plastic surgery, I guess.

Su Yue thought about it, it was too easy to guess.

"Instructor, I know, I've figured out your former identity,"

Suddenly, a Bugs Bunny mask raised a hand.

"Go ahead."

The poker face's proudest skill was his mastery of Hanbang Country's plastic surgery techniques.

Crafted to perfection.

This was something that had to be acknowledged.

The Divine Land may be skilled in the dark arts of Photoshop and Meitu, but using them in the field of espionage was useless.

Whereas the plastic surgery techniques of Hanbang Country, when combined with Qi Blood, could exert very crafty powers.

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

"Enough, everyone shut up."

The poker face had finally reached his limit.

The instructor scowled.

Instantly, the demons seemed a bit crestfallen.

"Alright, the self-introduction is over.

"Next, I'll explain the specific maintenance methods of the plastic surgery techniques to you.

"However, only the final elites can truly use the plastic surgery technique, since it requires combining with many classified pills, which ordinary people cannot achieve.

"Hanbang Country's plastic surgery is only for altering ordinary people, while the direction of research in the Divine Land is changing the appearance of martial artists, which, in fact, are two different disciplines.

"Now Hanbang Country also wants to learn the Divine Land's plastic surgery techniques, but they can never obtain the pill formulas."

After the poker face finished speaking, everyone concentrated on the blackboard.

Su Yue nodded to himself.

The reason why there are no bizarre plastic surgery monstrosities in society is actually due to the Divine Land Military Department's strict control over the plastic surgery pills.

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