Chapter 20: Intelligence (Page 1/2).

Chapter 20: Intelligence (Page 1/2).

As a secret agent secretly cultivated by the guardians, Ye Meng knew what she was doing.

Her parents died when she was young, sacrificing themselves on the battlefield against the Only Me Orthodox Sect. At that time, she was only two years old.

She joined the Dark Hall training at the age of two and a half.

Together with Ye Meng, there were a total of about four hundred children of similar age who participated in secret training at this base.

Eventually, some transitioned to become killers, some to assassins, while others were simply eliminated. Some started working in support roles, were sent to the guardian army, or joined various functional departments.

In the end, only fifteen remained.

The brutal elimination system could no longer be described as "sifting through the sands."

Of the fifteen, there were both men and women. Three of them had already sacrificed themselves while carrying out missions.

Ye Meng was the first among these fifteen. She had the highest talent, was the most skilled in her craft, and had the highest level of concealment.

Due to her exceptional talent, she had always been in intensive training and received various teachings. Of course, it was also because this girl's appearance was a bit too devilish.

Her eyes were too big.

And she also had a bit of natural baby fat.

She revealed her innocence the moment she opened her eyes.

Even though she was extremely shrewd, on the surface, she gave people a feeling of being silly and innocent.

Anyone who looked at her would think this little girl was silly and innocent, and her brain was probably not very sharp.

Yet, she was naturally endearing.

With slightly drooping eyes, she looked like a calamitous demon. However, when she opened her eyes, she instantly transformed from a demon into a silly and cute little girl.

Everyone who saw her wanted to pinch her cheek.

With such qualities and exceptional martial arts talent, they were reluctant to send her out.

Until this time, the higher-ups thought it was worth a try.

And when Fantianbiao reported, he realized that she was just a newly recruited, low-level member with such low strength, making her a relatively safe choice for the mission.

So they chose such a relatively safe mission and placed it by Fang Che's side for some initial training.

After all, Fang Che's potential value is average at best.

Because of his low rank, he's only a warrior, and he's only seventeen...

Just see if there's any gain; if there's no gain, it doesn't matter if the net is closed.

It's like hitting three poles with one pole, letting Ye Meng exercise.

But Ye Meng is a little confused now.

The mission is too smooth!

This Fang Che has almost provided himself with the most relaxed environment for undercover work, and his reasons are impeccable!

The feeling is: indeed.

It should be like this!

So, even though Yemeng is not asleep now, it feels like a dream.

Confused.

"Successfully infiltrated Fang Che."

"Fang Che's cultivation is around the fifth rank of the Warrior rank, with extremely good aptitude; his cultivation speed is very fast. At this rate, he is guaranteed to be in the top ten in the monthly martial arts competition of the Guardian Hall and has a chance to be in the top three."

"Fang Che intends to cultivate me in martial arts in the hope of future assistance."

"..."

He wrote a few simple lines in secret language and sent them out.

...

Next days, Fang Che began to practice martial arts diligently. Not only was he diligent himself, but he also urged Ye Meng to do the same, demanding stricter discipline.

It even reached a perverse point.

Any slight deviation from the standards would result in either a scolding or a beating, with words like 'useless', 'completely incapable', 'lack of quality', 'waste of my food!'...

Ye Meng dared not speak out in anger, nor could she reveal her true level. She endured and practiced desperately, her head covered in lumps from the scolding.

"You can't even hold a sword!"

"Why are you practicing? What good is it?"

"It's been three days, and you still haven't grasped the basics of the technique, useless!"

"You can't even stand properly, let alone walk or run! What have you been eating? Do you think you're just a maid, here to pour tea and water?"

"..."

As long as Fang Che's rest time arrives, Ye Meng's nightmare begins!

His mouth spews out venomous words like a poisonous snake, attacking others.

Cold and vicious.

"With your talent, if you don't make progress, there's nothing else you're good for besides giving birth!"

"Flat chest, no curves, and a body as skinny as a rib bone, you'd even disappoint as a concubine..."

"If you don't smarten up, I'll sell you to a brothel!"

Ye Meng's heart burned with rage, many times she couldn't help but want to slap this guy to death.

This mouth is too damn venomous!

Angry to the point of explosion, but instinctively following Fang Che's commands, at the end of the day, she was sore all over, her brain throbbing. Yes, the brain throbbing was from being scolded.

At night, after serving Fang Che to sleep, Ye Meng began to review the day's gains.

Then, one by one, the movements flashed through her mind.

Finally, she stopped at the motion of drawing the sword.

Suddenly, she was somewhat surprised.

Carefully recalling her original movements and comparing them with her current ones, she formed images of drawing the sword in her mind for comparison.

To her astonishment, this way of drawing the sword was actually smoother than her original movements, and as the sword was drawn, it already possessed killing power. If practiced to a certain extent, the sword qi unleashed by drawing the sword would be enough to directly harm the opponent!

On the other hand, her original habitual movements couldn't achieve this!

Although it was just one move, if she were to unleash her true strength with this current sword technique, her combat power would almost double, thanks to the unexpected effect of this move alone!

And the increase in killing power would be even greater.

"How is this possible?"

Inadvertently, Ye Meng felt a bit puzzled.

She decided to take another look tomorrow.

Could it be that this is the most correct technique? Or perhaps it's something previous practitioners never discovered? What I practiced before wasn't actually the most correct?

Ignoring Ye Meng's thoughts, Fang Che was lying on the bed, secretly amused.

Have I revealed my hand?

Hmph, a weak woman who has never experienced martial arts training, just recovered from a serious injury, holding a more than four-pound green steel sword, can actually practice all afternoon without swelling her arms.

This girl is lucky to have met me.

Otherwise, she would probably have been tortured by now.

Morning.

Seeing Ye Meng come in with water, Fang Che snorted and said, "What's wrong, arm sore? I knew you were useless. You've been practicing swordsmanship all afternoon, and that's all you've got? What a waste!"

Ye Meng broke out in a cold sweat.

Suddenly realizing she had exposed such a big flaw!

She hurriedly said, "It's... my first time practicing swordsmanship, and it felt very novel... I didn't pay attention to my body..."

"You need to have a mental method to go with it. I'll teach you the mental method I learned today."

Fang Che snorted and said, "That's my master's unique technique."

"Your master?"

"Of course,"

Fang Che said proudly, "My master is known as the Sky-Soaring Blade King. You don't understand now, but you will understand in the future what the word 'king' represents!"

Sky-Soaring Blade King!

Ye Meng's heart shook suddenly.

Countless pieces of information immediately came to mind. Sky-Soaring Blade King, Sun Yuan; neither good nor evil, a lone cultivator of the martial world.

Note: "唯我正教" translates to "Only Me Orthodox Sect" and can also be "Only Truth Orthodox Sect".

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