Immortal Venerable's Order
Chapter 89: The Despair of Zhang Mingdong

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: The Despair of Zhang Mingdong

"Brother Wuji, let’s go to the training ground now and test their strength," Wen JiaRen urged.

"Brother Wen, don’t rush. I’ll have them assemble right away." Zhao Wuji pulled out his phone and sent a message.

At the training ground, all the noncommissioned officers were neatly lined up. The five people Zhao Wuji brought stood separately. Since Wen Tong also needed to join the formation, Yan Rufeng had to hold Niuniu himself.

Among the five, one person saw Yan Rufeng holding Niuniu and was stunned, exclaiming, "Impossible, impossible."

"What do you mean impossible?" someone whispered.

"Instructor Yan, how could he be that penniless man?"

This person was Zhang Mingdong, who had killed Hu Yixiang and obtained the Cultivation Techniques inheritance.

Ever since Zhang Mingdong learned from Hu Yixiang that Yan Rufeng was an instructor at the base, he always thought that the Instructor Yan at the base was someone with the same name as that poor Yan Rufeng from Zhongzhou. Little did he know, they were the same person.

"There’s no way it’s him!"

"Zhang Mingdong, what are you talking about? Keep quiet," someone reminded him.

Zhang Mingdong didn’t speak further. He slapped his forehead and thought, "If Yan Rufeng isn’t dead, then my father and aunt’s family..."

Zhang Mingdong didn’t dare to think any further. His eyes flashed with a deep-seated rage.

"Eek!"

Yan Rufeng, holding Niuniu, exclaimed, "Why is Zhang Mingdong here?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji smiled faintly and said, "I didn’t expect Instructor Yan to know our base’s strongest, Zhang Mingdong. Quite the surprise."

Yan Rufeng replied nonchalantly, "It is a bit unexpected."

Zhao Wuji thought gleefully, "I didn’t expect Zhang Mingdong to know Instructor Yan. At least, during this competition, even if they all lose, Zhang Mingdong still has a chance to enter the Secret Realm..."

Yan Rufeng swept his Divine Sense across the field and then called out, "Fifteenth row, eighth position, step out."

As soon as Yan Rufeng finished speaking, someone jogged up to him, saluted, and said loudly, "Meng Fan of the fifteenth row, eighth position, reporting. Awaiting Instructor Yan’s orders."

"Meng Fan, very good. Do you have confidence in defeating those five?" Yan Rufeng pointed at Zhang Mingdong and the others and said sternly.

"Reporting to Instructor Yan, Meng Fan has confidence."

"Good, go ahead then."

Hearing this, Zhang Mingdong could no longer contain himself. He shouted loudly, "Yan Rufeng, I challenge you!"

Everyone turned to see the furious Zhang Mingdong and shook their heads.

"A Qi Refinement Realm kid daring to challenge our Instructor Yan? He doesn’t know his place," someone whispered.

"Indeed, looks like the kid is doomed."

"Look, Instructor Yan is walking towards him."

Everyone watched as Yan Rufeng chuckled coldly, "You said you want to challenge me?"

"That’s right. I, Zhang Mingdong, challenge you."

With a disdainful tilt of his head, Zhang Mingdong added, "Yan Rufeng, I don’t know how you managed to fool them into making you an instructor at the base, but from what I know, your skills aren’t worth mentioning in my eyes."

Since Zhang Mingdong acquired Hu Yixiang’s Cultivation Techniques, he had been invincible throughout the base, becoming insufferably arrogant.

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to intervene, Wen JiaRen pulled him back with a look, signaling him not to interfere.

Unaware of the situation, Meng Fan weakly asked, "Instructor Yan, it would only take me five minutes to defeat these five. Isn’t it a bit unfair for you to step in?"

Meng Fan’s words instantly drew the ire of Zhang Mingdong and his group.

Zhang Mingdong roared, "Kid, I’ll deal with you after I finish off your instructor. Now, get lost."

Yan Rufeng glanced at Meng Fan, who then retreated.

"Haha..."

"Yan Rufeng, see that? This is the kind of soldier you train," Zhang Mingdong mocked.

"Are you done talking?" Yan Rufeng asked softly.

"Since you’re eager to die, don’t blame me, Zhang Mingdong, for being merciless," Zhang Mingdong said savagely.

Zhang Mingdong seemed to have forgotten Hu Yixiang’s dying words, "Do not act rashly if you encounter Yan Rufeng."

With a leap, Zhang Mingdong launched a lethal attack at Yan Rufeng. Everyone saw it clearly; even Zhao Wuji, who had no cultivation, could see that Zhang Mingdong intended to kill Yan Rufeng.

"Zhang Mingdong, you bastard, stop!" Zhao Wuji yelled angrily.

However, Zhang Mingdong ignored Zhao Wuji and continued his charge at Yan Rufeng.

"Master, that man is so scary," Niuniu said fearfully in Yan Rufeng’s arms.

"Don’t be afraid, Niuniu. Watch how Master handles him."

With a gentle wave of his hand, Yan Rufeng immobilized Zhang Mingdong.

Relieved that Zhang Mingdong hadn’t caused further trouble, Zhao Wuji let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He shouted angrily, "Zhang Mingdong, are you tired of living? Instructor Yan is a Major General, and you dared to attack him first? This is insubordination. Even if you had ten heads, it wouldn’t be enough for me to chop off today."

"What, he’s a Major General?"

"Haha..."

Zhang Mingdong laughed in despair, "This can’t be real. It’s just a dream. He’s just a poor country boy. How could he be a Major General? This has to be a dream..."

"Zhang Mingdong, do you have anything left to say?" Zhao Wuji asked angrily.

Controlled by Yan Rufeng, Zhang Mingdong switched his tone and pointed at Yan Rufeng, "General Zhao, I, Zhang Mingdong, refuse to accept this. Based on my understanding, Yan Rufeng has no real abilities. He only knows some sorcery to control people. He’s just an evil cultivator."

"Shut up! If Yan Rufeng had no true abilities, how could he establish a sect in Zhongzhou? How should I deal with you?" Zhao Wuji shook his head in frustration, too angry to continue.

Since obtaining Cultivation Techniques, Zhang Mingdong had been in seclusion for cultivation, ignorant of the outside world. Moreover, following his defeat in the last competition, Zhao Wuji’s strict control and rigorous training meant almost no one at the base knew what was happening outside.

"Why, why?"

Zhang Mingdong looked up and screamed, "Is it because I stole his girlfriend? Is that why fate is toying with me like this, Zhang Mingdong?"

As soon as Zhang Mingdong’s words fell, the training ground became chaotic.

"What?"

"That kid stole our instructor Yan’s girlfriend?" Ye Lingtian said angrily.

"Impossible. Instructor Yan is so outstanding. How could his girlfriend fall for that kid?" Cheng Hui said in disbelief.

"Haha."

Wen Tong laughed proudly, "Luckily he stole Yan Rufeng’s girlfriend, or I wouldn’t have a chance."

"Chief Wen, does that mean you like our Instructor Yan?" Ye Lingtian teased with a sly smile.

Realizing she had misspoken, Wen Tong quickly tried to cover up, "Get out of here! Who likes him? I was just saying."

"Haha..."

"Chief Wen, the more you explain, the more suspicious it sounds. You’d better stop explaining," Yin Zhiqiang also laughed.

...

"Guards."

Zhao Wuji shouted angrily, "Take Zhang Mingdong away and execute him."

Yan Rufeng quickly interjected, "General Zhao, Zhang Mingdong and I have personal grievances. He doesn’t deserve to die. Just cripple his cultivation and expel him from the base."

Zhao Wuji thought Yan Rufeng’s suggestion made sense and reluctantly agreed.

Hearing that his cultivation would be crippled, Zhang Mingdong was devastated.