But for some of the relatively luxurious foods, some martial artists would be reluctant to indulge.

And this Number 6 understands restraint and knows how to make choices about the things he likes!

Hmm.

Not bad.

Definitely potential material.

As for being a spy.

Ning Yutao didn't even consider it.

The idea that a spy from the Zhenqin Corps would come to the Yangxiang Sect just to eat seafood was out of the question.

Seafood and fruits have the drawback of needing to be shelled or pitted, which martial artists generally wouldn't bother with.

Number 6 aspires for the life of the upper class.

"If you all are tired, rest early.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll take you all on a tour of the base. This will be your home from now on, and apart from a few restricted areas, you are free to move around."

Leaving these words, Ning Yutao walked away with his hands behind his back.

Su Yue sat on his bed, deep in thought.

Having the freedom to tour the base tomorrow is a good thing; at least it'll help understand the structure of the base.

There are still over ten days left, so there's no need to rush.

Su Yue didn't expect that new disciples could move around freely.

Then he chuckled.

The Yangxiang Sect is recruiting disciples, not imprisoning prisoners, so there's no need to lock anyone up.

Because of his undercover identity, he had some preconceptions.

If he were genuinely seeking to join the Yangxiang Race, how could he allow them to treat him like a prisoner?

Indeed.

The others naturally assume so.

Exactly.

I've come for a future; if you lock me up, I might as well be in a prison in the Divine Land, without the stigma.

Su Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps, for his first time as an undercover agent, he was a bit too nervous.

Wang Lu Feng and Zhou Yuncan also lay on their beds, pondering.

This group truly is a ragtag bunch.

Even though they're exhausted, a few people still refuse to sleep, and suddenly start playing poker, shouting loudly.

The poker was right on the communal cabinet, probably to keep the new disciples from getting bored.

"Stop making noise, everyone go to sleep."

Already troubled, Su Yue became enraged at the noise.

He turned to those few and said coldly.

"Oh? Really think you're the Incense Master now? Amazing at sucking up, but the Hall Master isn't here, so sucking up won't help."

A middle-aged man with a sinister face sneered.

"I'll make noise if I want to, what are you going to do about it? Sycophant."

"Incense Master so great? Believe I can have you on your knees?"

The others joined in mocking.

One even thrust his hips, making a lewd gesture.

"Incense Master, spread out for him."

At this moment, Wang Lu Feng chimed in from afar.

Su Yue squinted his eyes.

This bastard.

Sneers echoed through the dormitory.

…

"Hall Master, things are getting a bit disorderly, should we go suppress it?"

Outside the dormitory, Ning Yutao and several Incense Masters peered through a small window.

Seeing things getting out of hand and even someone throwing poker cards on Su Yue's bed, the Incense Masters outside frowned.

"No need, let that Incense Master handle it himself."

Ning Yutao shook his head.

"Oh, he's standing up, is he going to fight?"

An Incense Master asked in confusion.

"Good, let's see his strength."

Ning Yutao's eyes showed some anticipation.

Number 6.

Don't let me down.

With such a mindset, please don't be a fool.

…

Bam!

Su Yue clutched a stack of poker cards in his palm.

He walked straight to the group mocking him.

Without any waste of words, Su Yue employed the most proficient combat techniques from the fight club.

Using the poker cards as a medium for the Vigorous Fist, Su Yue quickly knocked down five martial artists.

Truly garbage.

First-class martial artists, with Qi Blood no more than 30 cal, and purely Qi Blood martial artists at that.

Five people.

Not one capable of utilizing the Vigorous Fist, and though there was no medium, there were poker cards.

Su Yue stepped on the face of one among them.

"Please quiet down, will you?"

Su Yue calmly asked.

"Wuwuwuwu!"

This fugitive was already petrified and nodded frantically, murmuring incoherently.

The other four were terrified out of their minds.

Fierce indeed.

Who would've thought that this Incense Master could wield the Vigorous Fist, and those blows were brutal, like a hitman.

…

"Good!"

Ning Yutao sighed, watching everything unfold.

As expected from a fierce fighter from the fight club.

This guy's Qi Blood fluctuation is quite normal, probably around 40 cal or so.

But his understanding of the Vigorous Fist is exquisite, especially those moves he displayed, embodying the oldest and most refined level of combat skill.

Combat techniques, fundamentally different from the Military Department's tactics.

The Military Department's tactics emphasize ruthless precision, best suited for battlefields.

Whereas, the fight club's style is designed for one-on-one duels.

Generally, there are no cases of soldiers learning at the fight club; it's a waste of time learning such skills that serve no purpose on the battlefield; it's truly foolish.

At this moment, Ning Yutao no longer had any doubts about Su Yue.

He felt only gratitude in his heart.

To have obtained such an excellent subordinate like Number 6 is pure luck.

Protect!

This time, we must protect Number 6's life.

"Hall Master, Number 6 fought too brutally, won't it cause any adverse effects?"

An Incense Master hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Haha, it doesn't matter.

"If it were you who beat those people too harshly, this group of new disciples would resist the Yangxiang Sect, feeling that you are the enemy.

"But if it's Number 6 beating them, then that's normal enough.

"After all, they are fellow disciples, and the winner takes all. Even if there's resentment, it's resentment towards Number 6 alone, not involving the Yangxiang Sect.

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