Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

Instructor Han looked at Zhao Wentian with concern: "Are you alright?"

Zhao Wentian pointed to the wound on his back that was about to heal and said painfully, "I got injured. Instructor, you need to report this to the commander."

This is a work-related injury; the medical expenses need to be settled.

"Hmm." Instructor Han paused, then gave Lin Qiye a thumbs up: "You're the only one who works!"

Lin Qiye: Does this mean that there are different grades of children's urine?

Then, Instructor Han reached out and helped Cao Yuan up, and without any hesitation, wiped him clean.

Cao Yuan was about to say something when Instructor Han stopped him.

"Don't say anything, I tried my best. I didn't even have time to go to the toilet after getting off the plane today, I had to hold it in."

Also, it was I who insisted you take the knife; it's none of your business.

Cao Yuan wanted to say something to express his gratitude, but seeing that the instructor had already said everything, he sighed helplessly and put his hands together in prayer.

“Amitabha Buddha, I am ashamed.”

Baili Pangpang blurted out, "Didn't even your pee wake you up?"

"what??"

Cao Yuan was clearly unaware of what had just happened.

A group of fully armed instructors arrived.

He frowned slightly as he watched a group of new recruits surrounding Cao Yuan.

Instructor Han explained the situation to them, and they were relieved.

"Instructor Hong, I feel... I'm still not suited for teaching."

Instructor Han pulled Instructor Hong aside and let out a long sigh.

“It’s only your first day on duty. The military principle is to never abandon or give up.” Instructor Hong patted his bulging pockets and raised an eyebrow.

"I've discovered that teaching students and fighting on the battlefield are two completely different things. When I'm on a mission to kill the enemy, I just go around killing indiscriminately, not even afraid of dying."

However, the lesson had only been going on for a few minutes when such a serious teaching accident occurred.

Seeing Instructor Han's sullen expression, Instructor Hong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I think you're quite talented. One is from the Baili family, one is an Seraph, one is a weirdo no less than an Seraph, and one is extremely dangerous..."

There are 240 students here, you're incredibly lucky.

"Instructor Hong, you must be joking." Instructor Han lowered his head a little embarrassedly and touched his nose.

He was just a young man in his early twenties.

"You are the most well-rounded in close combat, proficient in all eighteen martial arts, including swords, spears, and staffs."

They need someone like you to guide them so they can find a fighting style that suits them.

"Well, I'll ask the commander. I see you're interested in Zhao Wentian's swordsmanship and knife skills. How about he helps you?"

Upon hearing this, Instructor Han's eyes lit up: "This...I..."

"It's alright, he lives in our instructors' dormitory. Even the new recruits wouldn't know he's there. Besides, there's a good show to watch tonight." Instructor Hong's gaze drifted into the distance, a smile playing on his lips.

"There are only a few troublesome new recruits. Aren't you excited to have the chance to witness the rise of a prodigy?"

Don't you want to be able to proudly tell future generations, "So-and-so, no matter how awesome he is now, he's just someone I taught!"

Instructor Han was taken aback and subconsciously turned to look at the new recruits, the image of the boy holding a knife in his right hand reappearing in his mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded.

"Okay, I'll give it another try."

Instructor Hong smiled and patted Instructor Han on the shoulder.

"Go ahead, and while you're at it, call Zhao Wentian to cell 000."

Instructor Han nodded, took a deep breath, and returned to the training field.

"Wentian, I need your help with something."

Instructor Hong took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhao Wentian.

The key point is that he doesn't usually smoke...

"If you pay back the money you lost playing mahjong, everything will be fine."

Zhao Wentian picked up a cigarette and spoke softly.

Instructor Hong gave an awkward smile, "My wife is about to give birth."

"You want me to do your calculations?" Zhao Wentian shrugged. "No, don't you know? Wang Mian uses the Time Thug technique, which will shorten his lifespan."

I don't want to shorten my lifespan!!!

Instructor Hong grinned: "No, it's not that. Instructor Han really admires you. He wants you to teach him his swordsmanship."

"No, I copied the manual and sold it to Yuan Gang. We agreed on 500,000, but he only paid 300,000." Zhao Wentian sighed. "The Night Watchmen are all so stingy..."

Instructor Hong's lips twitched. "What I mean is, it's okay if you communicate and learn from each other more often. It's a good way to improve teaching and learning together."

“Sure.” Zhao Wentian chuckled. “But you have to give me a break first.”

"What do you want to do?"

“I bought a villa in Cangnan City and need to apply for a mortgage. I need to sign a document. Recently, it’s strange that there’s a big sale on villas. They used to cost 300 million yuan, but now they’re only 200 million yuan.”

"Ah, well!" Instructor Hong thought for a moment, "Going out during the day is not possible, but I can help you arrange it."

Zhao Wentian thought for a moment.

Many years ago, Zhao Kongcheng said he wanted to buy a house, but he didn't have the money then. He was a Watcher and his salary was low.

I currently have 130 million yuan. I'll pay half as a down payment and then take out a 100 million yuan mortgage over 20 years. At this rate of earning money, I should be able to make it in 10 years.

Earning another million for renovations will ensure Zhao Kongcheng has a place to live once he wakes up; this is the younger brother's goal for the next few days.

Of course, you have to write your own name on it.

Moreover, the location has already been chosen; we'll be staying in the Hongying neighborhood.

This is my hard-earned money...

In which world doesn't buying a house be incredibly profitable?

Well, that's it.

"Okay!" Zhao Wentian looked at Instructor Hong, then took out his ID card, bank card, and a business card and pushed them over.

"I'm leaving this to you, Instructor Hong. I want to finish the renovations before the Spring Festival this year."

Once you arrive in Cangnan city, call this number. The agent's surname is Leng. Just tell him you're a relative from my hometown…

A month later.

Lin Qiye brought Nyx out of the mental hospital.

He stood on the rooftop and looked back.

Behind him stood a beautiful woman with an elegant demeanor, dressed in a black tulle dress; her chest was very...

The beautiful woman stood quietly in the night.

It's actually possible to bring it out?

Lin Qiye stared blankly at Nyx, the goddess of the night, before him. Under the night sky, Nyx seemed like a completely different person.

He no longer resembles that demented patient in the mental hospital...

Now she's more like a true deity.

A hint of doubt appeared on Nyx's stunningly beautiful face.

She walked to the edge of the building, looked down at the training camp below, and at the bright lights in the distance, and slowly began to speak.

"Dhanados, is this your kingdom of God?"

Lin Qiye shook his head slightly, "No, this is our real world."

"Huh??" Nyx tilted his head, looking in the direction of the city. A figure with a pair of dark purple wings streaked across the sky and sped off towards the city of Cangnan.

Lin Qiye seemed oblivious to the hint of surprise that appeared on Nyx's face.

Nyx's heart skipped a beat, "This is..."