Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2206: 962, Nine Five Two Eight Camp, Zhang Mingyuan, Military Exploits — Damn!
 

Honors from a hundred battles!

Heaven Suppressing Guard, Jia Weiyin!

As Yang Yunfeng’s words fell, a wave of astonished whispers spread through the crowd.

Although there were many soldiers in the Death-defying Camp who were exceptionally brave in battle, those who possessed honors from a hundred battles were rare, maybe one in three to five years.

To earn such honor, one must fight against a hundred mighty foes in the war for heaven, slaying a hundred cultivators or mutated beasts from beyond the Great Pantheon Plane.

For cultivators in this world, aside from crushing others with superior cultivation abilities, it was extremely difficult to slay a hundred adversaries of the same level.

No one dared claim they were the favored protagonist of fate and could remain undefeated in a hundred battles.

In such great wars, defeat often meant death, losing one’s life.

“Honors from a hundred battles is not difficult for this person, after all, his cultivation abilities aren’t poor, and he has powerful aides; but for a Centurion from the Heaven Suppressing Guard to directly invite him to join?”

From not far away, someone muttered under their breath.

“It’s not just any Heaven Suppressing Guard, but, Jia Weiyin,” someone said, their gaze on Yang Yunfeng, speaking in a lowered voice.

In the Heaven Suppressing Guard, there are four levels of military units: Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding, with Jia Weiyin being the most elite.

If Han Muye could join such an elite unit, even as an ordinary soldier, it would be an incredible opportunity.

Within Jia Weiyin, Han Muye could access many resources, ensuring his future cultivation path would be extraordinary.

Envious glances fell upon Han Muye.

Yu Rongkai and the soldiers of the Garrison Army behind him showed shock and fear, instinctively stepping back.

The Garrison Army Tribune also narrowed his eyes, staring at Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at Yang Yunfeng, smiled lightly, and then shook his head.

Yang Yunfeng was about to speak again when Han Muye raised his hand, and a pale golden token appeared in his palm.

“Hiss—”

“That’s, the Order of the Town Sky!”

“Damn, he actually holds the Order of the Town Sky, no wonder he’s so confident.”

“Haha, holding the Order of the Town Sky means killing without guilt. As long as one passes the trial of the Order of the Town Sky, they can directly enter the Heaven Suppressing Guard.”

A chorus of gasps filled the air, and numerous soldiers widened their eyes.

To become a member of the Heaven Suppressing Guard, one path is to join the Death-defying Camp and exchange honors from a hundred battles for a spot in the Guard.

The other is to directly possess the Order of the Town Sky, the qualification to join the Guard.

Either way, it was an incredibly challenging feat.

Especially possessing the Order of the Town Sky, something outsiders couldn’t possibly have.

Those who hold the Order of the Town Sky are either looked upon favorably by the strong within the Guard, or have earned it through distinguished military exploits.

“He, how could he possibly have the Order of the Town Sky…” The Garrison Army Tribune looked at the token in Han Muye’s hand, murmuring in disbelief.

“Shenhe Prefecture hasn’t issued an Order of the Town Sky for a hundred years. They have always been recruiting from the Death-defying Camp; where did he get his Order of the Town Sky?”

At that moment, Yu Rongkai’s complexion was ashen, wishing he had never come here.

For him, the death of his nephew was one thing, but he couldn’t afford to be implicated here.

“Haha, no wonder, no wonder.” Yang Yunfeng seemed unsurprised and even laughed aloud.

He bowed slightly and then said, “Then Brother Han, you better go exchange your battle credits.”

“As for the killing just now, let alone your identity in the Death-defying Camp which does not forbid slaying, having the Order of the Town Sky means a few insignificant cultivators’ deaths aren’t a matter of concern.”

Throughout, Yang Yunfeng never glanced at Yu Rongkai.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

A mere Garrison Army, what does it count for?

Han Muye looked at the Defending Tribune and turned to walk towards the tent where military exploits were exchanged.

The Tribune’s face contorted, he gritted his teeth, and left.

Around them, the onlooking cultivators caused a stir and then dispersed.

Many, curious, headed toward the tent to see just how many military exploits Han Muye could exchange.

Yu Rongkai’s face changed, and he turned to glance at the soldiers behind him, whispering low, “Let’s go, I’ll accept what happened.”

Accept.

What else could he do?

With the Order of the Town Sky in Han Muye’s hands, fighting him was out of the question; he was no match.

Watching Han Muye leave, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Han Muye had not pursued any trouble with him.

As for the arrogance he’d shown upon his arrival, forget it.

Han Muye reached the large tent, where rows of soldiers lined up, taking out their identity tokens.

On those tokens, were their recorded military exploits.

“Troop 3463, Tao Li, accumulated three battle credits, rewarded with three top-grade Pantheon Stones,” the soldier tallying the exploits called out, while the pale-faced young man in front forced a smile.

Several around him patted his shoulder, consoling.

“Brother Tao, with the military exploits from this battle, you’ve accumulated three. Your future prospects are bound to be limitless,”

“Indeed, within your camp, there are no more than a hundred people who can claim three exploits.”

The crowd surrounded and left the main tent.

“Nine Five Two Eight Camp, Hu Jiazi, has accumulated twenty-three military exploits, reward with eleven Primordial Pan Tian Stones,”

The military man called out loudly, lifting his head to look at the burly Han Muye.

Hearing of the twenty-three military exploits, others turned to look at him.

The blood essence was surging around the body of that big man, obviously in the Half-step Primordial Realm.

“Brother Hu, does your camp have a vacancy?”

“Daoist brother, are you proposing an alliance?”

“Eh, want in?”

The big man pocketed the Pantian Stones and grinned as he walked out of the main tent.

Han Muye and the others were lined up, with many people around paying attention.

People in the front heard the discussion from behind and made way.

“Nine Five Two Eight Camp, Lu Changcheng, accumulated military exploits, eighty-two!”

The military man who was checking the exploits whispered in shock, his eyes wide open.

Eighty-two military exploits; this was the highest he’d seen so far.

“Eighty-two!”

“Damn, someone actually accumulated eighty-two military exploits!”

“One battle, eighty-two; isn’t he going to directly become a member of Heaven Suppressing Guard?”

“No, that’s not possible. Only the Death-defying Camp has the rule of entering the Heaven Suppressing Guard after a hundred battles. But to gain eighty-two military exploits in one battle, he’ll definitely be considered important, and opportunities won’t be lacking in the future,”

The surrounding crowd was filled with envious soldiers.

Then, the young man named Lu Changcheng, with a flushed face, seemed somewhat shy.

“Brother Lu, would you be willing to come to my camp, we’ll offer you the rank of Chiliarch, how about that?”

“Daoist friend, we have a position of commander in our Garrison Army, would you like to come?”

Several voices around him calling out, all trying to recruit him.

Lu Changcheng looked up, his face flushing red, waving his hands in quick succession: “I, I’m not capable.”

“Don’t look for me.”

As he spoke, he took the bag of Pantheon Stones as his reward and turned to leave.

“Your identity token,” the military man who was checking the exploits shouted after him.

“Ah, youth.”

“Tch, so rash.”

“What a pity, with such military exploits but not knowing how to find a good opportunity for oneself.”

A few people around murmured in low voices.

The military man checking the exploits also shook his head.

Opportunity in hand, if one can’t grasp it, they can’t blame others.

Shaking his head, he reached out to take the next identity token.

“Nine Five Two Eight Camp, Cao Zitang, military exploits—”

The military man’s eyes widened as he scrutinized the identity token before him.

“Military exploits, one hundred and one!”

The exploits of a hundred battles!

Suddenly, inside the main tent, it was as if boiling water bubbled over.

Countless exclamations were heard.

A multitude of gazes fell upon the man in his thirties.

This was the exploits of a hundred battles!

“Daoist Cao, our Garrison Army is lacking a Chiliarch.”

“Daoist Cao, I can’t recruit you into the Heaven Suppressing Guard for now, but if you act with us, I guarantee you a spot in Heaven Suppressing Guard.”

Voices rang out one after the other.

The man in his thirties murmured a few words to himself, paying no heed to the others, pocketed his reward, and took his identity token to leave.

“Hey, you, you should seize the opportunity—”

“Don’t go, aren’t you considering the Heaven Suppressing Guard?”

The military man checking the exploits had a complex expression and shook his head as he took the next identity token.

Zhang Mingyuan stood there, his expression calm.

The military man with the jade token in hand, the token glowing, announced.

“Nine Five Two Eight Camp, Zhang Mingyuan, military exploits—damn!”