Chapter Thirty-One: Layered Pressure

  You're a bit speechless. If you hadn't crossed over, it's a foregone conclusion that Jun Moxie would continue to be a wastrel, where's the deep scheme? Even if the Jun family's prosperity remains unchanged, I'm afraid I'll also play this wastrel role very faithfully, all the way through! At most, when my hands get itchy, I'll go out and kill a few people who deserve to die.

  "Even if that's the truth, I'll still choose to continue being the same old me." Xie Mo looked at Wu Yi with a sly smile: "As long as Third Uncle is okay, with him as my backing, I'm still the original Xie Mo, who dares to mess with me?"

  "You have no idea, I've seen through it all... You're always getting the better end of the deal!"

  At this time, two battalions had completed the tasks given by Jun Xie, and each battalion commander, company commander, and platoon commander stood in front of their respective troops.

  "From now on, you two teams are each other's greatest opponents! For the time being, I don't know much about your specific situations, so I won't give you a new training plan! Over the next ten days, all training tasks will proceed as usual, but...!" Jun Xie emphasized: "Each training item will be increased by three times the original amount! Did you understand?!"

  A chill ran down his spine.

  "Three days later, the platoons will compete against each other, and each company will select one platoon to participate in the company competition! Five days later, each company will select a champion to participate in the battalion competition! Seven days later, the two battalions will have a final showdown!"

  "In a competition between two battalions, whichever battalion loses, the battalion commander will go to the competition stage in front of 300 people from both battalions and slap himself in the face! Did you hear that clearly?!"

  A moment of silence.

  "I'm asking you again, did you understand?" Jun Xie asked calmly.

  "I understand!" The whole audience cheered loudly.

  "Two team leaders are in charge of training, I don't care how you design the training, I just want to see the result of the match seven days later! I'd like to see who will be the loser, standing on the high platform in front of three hundred people, slapping their own face!"

  "Such a match will be held once every month from now on; the team leader who loses for three consecutive months will have to go to the arena naked and get slapped, plus learn to bark like a dog! At that time, I will let everyone in the mansion come and watch this performance!"

  "I'm not interested in knowing any of your names for now, everything will have to wait until half a year later! I've already taken two names for the two battalions. The first battalion is called '残天' (Cán Tiān), and the second battalion is called '噬魂' (Shì Hún)! However, anyone who wants to join must be strong! For now, you're not worthy of having these names! Everything will depend on whether or not you can meet my requirements in half a year's time! If you do... I'll remember each and every one of your names! But if you don't... by then, you'll have already turned into piles of white bones! Naturally, that means you'll be eliminated!"

  "After returning, whether it's for meals or using the toilet, a specific time must be set. Those who don't return on time will be severely punished without exception! For any matter, a schedule must be drawn up, and each battalion should formulate its own punishment plan! Then submit them to me! Now, disperse according to my orders!"

  The two newly appointed captains, who had not yet experienced the joy of promotion, were immediately beaten to hell! With a face as wrinkled as a bitter melon, they ferociously led their troops in retreat.

  Everyone has already made up their mind, not only do they not go up to slap each other, but also want to see the other person slapping themselves, best to see the other person naked and slapping themselves while barking like a dog... Ah, this is somewhat enjoyable.

  As for the martial arts competition, who's afraid of whom? It's just a matter of increasing the training intensity for these young ones, three times if not enough, then five times, five times if not enough, then ten times, they'll be practicing to the death...

  From this moment on, the three hundred guards of the Jun family officially entered a life of purgatory...

  Outside the playground, Mr. Jun let out a long sigh, waved his hand lightly, and quietly left with Old Pang.

  "Sir, shall we call young master over for questioning?"

  "What else can I ask? Let him be." The old master's tone was very relaxed and his mood was very pleasant.

  "Old master, why did young master only mention punishing the squad leader when he proposed punishment? Does that mean no one else needs to be punished?"

  "Haha, Old Pang, if you were the commander and your troops lost a battle, but you had to slap yourself in front of everyone, even possibly with your pants down, what would you think? Would you spare your deputy commanders? Similarly, after the deputy commanders received the commander's wrath, do you think they would have a good face for their subordinates? And so on, everyone has a heavier burden than the one below them. By the time it reaches the ordinary soldiers, it forms an unprecedented high pressure! This is called managing troops with troops, an unheard of yet excellent way to train troops! Mo Xie was able to come up with such an idea, if he were to lead troops as a general, he would definitely become a great general!" Lord Jun felt very relieved.

  "Oh......I see!" Old Pong thought for a moment: "This move of yours is really vicious, young master."

  "Poison? No, no," the old master seemed to be thinking of something, a bit distracted. "Only in this way can we truly make the best use of things and people; and the true ruler can also free up his hands to do other things; and only in this way is the most economical method of using human power, calculated, it is also the most effective method, whether it is governing the army or governing the country, or doing business, it is an extremely good method! At least so far, I haven't thought of a more ideal method! Good boy!"

  "Mo Ye... Hehehe..." Jun Zhan Tian squinted his eyes, his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum: "Fortunately, the Emperor didn't agree to that marriage, otherwise... I almost missed him!"

  You unintentionally arranged for your trusted subordinates to take charge of each of the five flavors of medicine, and they went to search for them. Originally, there were quite a few medicines stored in your family's pharmacy, but the ones you wanted were relatively rare and needed to be purchased from a specialty store!

  You hastily returned to your own room, without even checking the spoils of war, closed the door and window, and sat cross-legged.

  Today, while walking on the main street, I felt several times that the rolling white fog in my mind had an unusual phenomenon, but when I returned home, this feeling disappeared, leaving me greatly perplexed.

  But calming down and carefully going through it again, I still didn't notice anything unusual. Can't help but feel perplexed - could it be due to external factors?

  There is also a point that makes Jun Xie puzzled, when he is not operating his internal energy, the white mist in his mind will often rush out unconsciously, following his meridians and circling around before returning. At such moments, it is also the time when the white mist emerges the most, and the benefits to Jun Xie's body are even greater.

  But when Jun Xie concentrated his mind and energy to cultivate, the white mist in his brain only appeared thread by thread, following the flow of energy in the meridians, and the effect was actually not as good as when it emerged automatically.

  The third point that Jun Xie didn't understand was the Heaven Creation Skill. Looking at its name and origins, this skill was naturally extraordinary! However, since he started practicing it after feeling the energy, the flow of energy within his meridians had always been just a thread or a spark. No matter how hard Jun Xie tried, he couldn't make it stronger, not even by a little bit! Although that little bit was extremely resilient and easy to use, its quality was sufficient, but the quantity was always lacking.

  In comparison, if the internal force in the previous life was as thick as a finger in the meridians, then the current vigor is roughly only as thin as a hair; The difference is undoubtedly huge, almost incomparable! But from the point of quality, if the internal force in the previous life was hemp rope, then the current vigor is at least the legendary heavenly silk that no precious sword can damage, this is still the most conservative estimate, and the two are equally incomparable!