# 840
Chapter 841: Lin Qiye's Training
"Idiot, of course it's because bad guys all laugh like that!"
The pale spider figure shimmered and transformed into the child A Zhu's appearance. He crossed his arms over his chest and spoke in an old-fashioned manner: "You're still too young! There's a lot of ins and outs you don't understand. Just follow your department head honestly and you won't suffer losses!"
"Oh..."
"You two, stop playing around. There are still a few new recruits hiding in the underground shooting range on the southeast side. Go drag them out." Lin Qiye's voice suddenly echoed in both their minds.
A Zhu and the raccoon heard this voice and immediately straightened their postures, speaking solemnly: "Yes! Dean, we guarantee to complete the mission!"
...
Office building, rooftop.
Lin Qiye stood alone there, eyes tightly closed. His spiritual power already covered the entire training camp.
In his perception, every new recruit's movements, positions, and expressions were clearly presented. He was like a large tracking processor, firmly controlling the situation of every new recruit within the training camp.
While tracking the new recruits, he also communicated with the orderlies through thought, mobilizing them to pursue different targets.
All these orderlies had signed summoning contracts with Lin Qiye. Even without modern information transmission equipment, they could communicate without any barrier. From the new recruits' perspective, this was just a simple chase and escape, but they were unaware that from the very beginning, this was a one-sided chess game.
In this chess game, there was only one chess player — Lin Qiye.
Using the training camp as the chessboard and the "Mysterious" orderlies as the chess pieces, he scientifically and orderly pursued all new recruits within the field.
When to mobilize a large number of orderlies to pursue a certain group of people for a long time to draw out their potential; when to slow these orderlies down or have them pursue other new recruits to give already exhausted recruits a chance to catch their breath; when to directly use swift means to capture recruits who had reached their limit and forcibly remove them from the battlefield to prevent irreversible damage from prolonged extreme exercise...
All of this appeared random and casual to the new recruits, yet it contained hidden mysteries.
In this chase, the most exhausted wasn't the recruits running for their lives, but Lin Qiye, who was secretly controlling everything.
Fortunately, as more recruits couldn't hold on and were forcibly eliminated, the number of recruits Lin Qiye needed to monitor decreased, and the pressure gradually lessened. From the start of the escape until now, about two hours had passed. The number of recruits on the field had sharply dropped from over six hundred to around four hundred.
Due to the large-scale expansion of this cohort of recruits, the quality was rather uneven. Among them, those with weaker constitutions were not few. Being able to persist this long was already their limit.
Of course, the effect of these two hours of escape was much more effective than simply carrying weights for five or six hours.
Perhaps even the recruits themselves weren't aware that under this extremely tense and high-pressure environment, their potential was being rapidly excavated. Whether it was physical strength, endurance, or willpower, all were quietly improving.
Give them a bit more time, and their physical qualities would definitely undergo an earth-shaking transformation.
...
The sky was brightening.
Tanxiang City.
Early morning mist lingered. Between the desolate and lonely mountains, a teenage boy walked the rugged mountain path full of broken stones, moving slowly but firmly toward the mountain summit.
"So this is your hometown?" The Demon Child's voice drifted from his mind, "Tsk tsk, so remote and desolate. Are you really content to live in a place like this forever? Don't you have money? Really? With your current power, isn't money something you could have as much as you want?
Once you have money, you can go to the most prosperous city, buy the most expensive and luxurious house, and find forty or fifty women..."
"Shut up!!"
Lu Baoyou frowned, suddenly letting out a low roar. The sound echoed across the empty mountains.
"I'm just curious—in the depths of your heart, do you really have no desires?" The Demon Child pressed on relentlessly, "Why do you suppress yourself? Why not release your true nature? You are the agent of corruption, yet why do you resist it?
It can bring you joy, bring you power, bring you everything countless people dream of...
What are you holding onto?"
Lu Baoyou took a deep breath and stopped paying attention to the Demon Child in his mind, because he knew clearly that the more he responded, the happier it would get.
Throughout this journey, the Demon Child had nearly driven him crazy.
The Demon Child was right—its existence truly couldn't pose any threat to Lu Baoyou. But that was only on the physical level. On the spiritual level, this creature was like gum with the smell of dog feces stuck to the sole of a shoe, driving him insane with torment.
From leaving the train at Shangjing City, to arriving at Tanxiang County, to this wilderness, the Demon Child was like a demon trying to lure him into the abyss, constantly bewitching him...
Most critically, the Demon Child's annoying words constantly stirred up the violence and ferocity deep within Lu Baoyou.
Influenced by the fallen angel's divine power, he was like a flammable and explosive powder keg. Combined with the Demon Child's provocation, he simply couldn't control the fury within. His emotions were directly ignited.
Yet Lu Baoyou had absolutely no way to deal with it!
If Lu Baoyou hadn't been constantly suppressing his emotions, that train would probably have been blown up countless times by now...
Through this ordeal, Lu Baoyou's spirit was tortured, but invisibly, his control over his own emotions had improved slightly.
While enduring that annoying voice, Lu Baoyou walked along the mountain path and arrived at an almost deserted small mountain village. He stopped in front of a two-story small western-style house painted with white paint.
Among the low and small adobe houses with cracked tiles surrounding it, this western-style house stood out conspicuously, completely out of place with everything around it.
"Huh?" The Demon Child spoke in surprise, "This is your house? The decor is much better than I imagined... Looks like your family isn't that poor after all?"
Lu Baoyou ignored him. He only stood there quietly, gazing at this western-style house, silent.
This place was not like this before.
Seven or eight years ago, this place was like the other buildings nearby—low, small, and decrepit adobe houses. He was born and raised here... Until one day, his father Lu Qiu, who had been away from home for years, suddenly returned from outside, bringing a large sum of money. He said he wanted to take the whole family to the city to live a good life.
However, his grandmother, attached to her native land, was unwilling to leave. So Lu Qiu could only spend money to renovate this old and decrepit house, directly making it the best building in the village. At the time, it had made other villagers in the area envious.