Chapter 906: Demon

Head Instructor Wang’s real name is Wang Hui. He was once a Qiandu of the Blood Guards and a martial general at the peak of the fourth level.

However, during a mission, he encountered a strong enemy. Although he fought valiantly and defeated his opponent, he was seriously wounded, which greatly diminished his cultivation level. Consequently, he retreated to the Iron Furnace Camp, where he has served as the head instructor ever since.

It is said that this old Qiandu has no children and has always lived alone.

These are the details that Wang Hui has made openly available, and all trainee Blood Guards in the camp are aware of them.

Wang Hui is extremely strict in his teaching of new students, often sending them to the isolation room for reflection, earning him the nickname "Living King of Hell."

However, his admiration and favor towards Wang Chen, the exceptional new trainee Blood Guard, are unmistakable!

It is not unusual for him to provide Wang Chen with special training.

Yet, in their first "special lesson," Wang Hui did not teach Wang Chen any secret techniques.

The head instructor began by asking meaningfully, "Do you know who our Blood Guards’ enemies are?"

Wang Chen was momentarily stunned and replied, "The traitors and corrupt officials."

Though he didn’t know much about the Blood Guards, he was aware of the founding purpose of the organization established by Emperor Taizu of the Great Liang.

This violent organization, which only answers to the emperor, is a hybrid of the empire’s security department and the anti-corruption agency.

Especially against the traitors, the Blood Guards have always been relentless!

The Great Liang Dynasty has existed for five hundred years, and deep-rooted problems have accumulated heavily. Even a hundred years ago, the country’s strength began to decline.

Thirty years ago, the Great Liang fought a war that would determine its national fortune against the strong enemy, the Great Qi. As a result, the Great Liang lost hundreds of thousands of soldiers and large territories in a single battle on the Black Earth Plain.

The impacts of this battle are still deeply felt today, and along with various oppressive local policies, public anger has boiled over, leading to the rise of the traitors and bringing endless troubles to the court.

Naturally, exterminating the traitors has become the Blood Guards’ greatest task!

“Ling Zhiyuan, you must remember that our Blood Guards can be friends with anyone, but we must never get entangled with these two groups, or we will be bringing about our own demise.”

Wang Hui raised one finger: “First is the traitors; I don’t need to say more about them.”

Wang Chen nodded.

Then the head instructor raised a second finger: “Secondly is… the demons!”

As he spoke the word, the oil lamp on the table suddenly flickered, and the room darkened.

It seemed that the temperature dropped, adding an icy chill to the air!

“Demons?”

Wang Chen felt a shiver run down his spine: “What are demons?”

“Demons refer to the evil spirits.”

Wang Hui lowered his voice: “The demons that devour humans and consume souls!”

Before Wang Chen could process this, Wang Hui suddenly raised his wrist and struck toward him with his palm, revealing a piece of yellow paper in his hand.

Bang!

Wang Chen never imagined that the head instructor would strike him, and given the close distance between them, Wang Hui’s cultivation level far exceeded his, leaving him no time to dodge as he was hit.

In an instant, a talisman covered in blood-red symbols was slapped onto Wang Chen’s forehead.

He instinctively leaned back and, in the blink of an eye, executed two consecutive somersaults to distance himself from Wang Hui.

A mix of shock and anger surged within him, accompanied by a sense of humiliation akin to capsizing in a ditch!

But Wang Chen quickly sensed something amiss.

Wang Hui’s strike was lightning-fast and aimed at a vital point, yet it inflicted no harm.

The talisman affixed to his forehead also had no effect, merely causing slight discomfort.

Most importantly, after his move, Wang Hui remained seated, his smile devoid of any hostility.

If the head instructor truly intended to harm him, Wang Chen would likely already be in the underworld, with no chance to teleport back to the Haotian Realm.

Once he steadied himself, Wang Chen removed the talisman from his forehead and asked with a wry smile, “Head Instructor, what was that about?”

Uncertain of the situation, he found it inappropriate to accuse the other of a surprise attack, even if it was just a jest.

“This is a Demon Identification Talisman.”

Wang Hui’s smile faded as he gestured for Wang Chen to sit: “It’s quite valuable, so handle it with care.”

“A Demon Identification Talisman?”

Wang Chen sat down across from Wang Hui and suddenly understood: “You wanted to check if I’m a demon?”

“Precisely.”

Wang Hui gave Wang Chen a penetrating look and tossed a thick dossier onto the table: “Take a look at this.”

Wang Chen picked up the dossier and began to read.

The more he read, the more astonished he became.

The dossier detailed Ling Zhiyuan’s life from birth to the attack on his father, covering every minute detail. It included many secrets of the Ling family that were beyond Ling Zhiyuan’s own memory.

Wang Chen spent an entire incense stick’s worth of time reading it.

The intelligence network of the Blood Guards is truly formidable!

It’s worth noting that Ling Zhiyuan was not a prominent figure; he was merely an unremarkable direct descendant of a local gentry family, with no extraordinary achievements or notable deeds.

That the Blood Guards could gather such detailed information about him speaks volumes about their extensive reach.

“Your performance since joining the camp is vastly different from what’s recorded in this dossier.”

Wang Hui remarked: “So I had to verify whether you’ve been possessed by a demon!”

“Fortunately, you are not.”

Wang Chen hesitated for a moment and then said, “Actually…”

“No need to explain.”

Wang Hui waved his hand: “Everyone has their secrets. As long as you’re not a demon, there’s no need to reveal anything, especially given your unique experiences.”

Ling Zhiyuan was inherently talented but had previously lacked drive. His sudden transformation and rapid growth are not unusual.

History is replete with examples of people unleashing their potential after intense stimuli!

Wang Chen couldn’t help but ask, “Head Instructor, do others also need to undergo this identification?”

“Of course.”

Wang Hui flashed a sly smile: “If a demon infiltrates the Blood Guards, it would spell disaster. All newcomers must pass the identification to join. You’ve just been early.”

“And…”

He added leisurely, “From now on, don’t call me Head Instructor. Call me Master.”

Wang Chen rose without hesitation and bowed: “Disciple Ling Zhiyuan pays respects to Master!”

This old man is truly remarkable; having him as a master is undoubtedly advantageous.

Moreover, Wang Chen was fully committed to his current role.

“Good disciple, no need for formalities.”

Wang Hui chuckled, helping Wang Chen to his feet: “Don’t feel shortchanged. To be honest, I was once a fourth level peak martial general, but injuries caused my cultivation to decline.”

Wang Chen’s heart skipped a beat!

If a fourth level peak martial general merely fell in rank, then this man must be a fifth level martial sect master!

Wang Chen instantly felt he had secured a golden opportunity!