Trading system, I exchanged vegetables for golden pills.

The bus traveled for more than two hours from the city to the mountainous area.

Ye Chen's first impression of the place was that it was winding and circuitous, even more so than his hometown.

The mountains all look pretty much the same, and it's easy to get lost if you're not familiar with the terrain.

Of course, for athletes who can fly, getting lost is not an option.

The vehicle eventually pulled over to the side of the road.

The passengers looked out the car window, puzzled. Why had it stopped? Had it broken down?

A staff member seemed to notice everyone's confusion and explained, "There's a small road ahead, and the bus can't go in. Please get off and walk!"

The guy who owed money curled his lip in disgust: "What kind of godforsaken place is this!"

This was the first time he had spoken, so he wasn't mute.

The staff ignored his words and guided everyone off the bus.

No one paid any attention to the guy who owed money, perhaps because they didn't have a good first impression.

We are all cultivators, all carefully selected, so who's going to indulge whom?

The staff led the way, and the crowd followed behind.

Although they took a back path, everyone was in good physical condition and walked the mountain path with ease.

After walking for about half an hour, the group finally arrived at a campsite.

The camp wasn't large. Ye Chen habitually used his mental powers to scan the area and found only five people inside: a young man, three middle-aged men in their thirties or forties, and an elderly man in his sixties.

They were all standing very straight, especially the old man, whose demeanor was clearly different from the others.

You either need to be in a high position, or you need to be extremely powerful, or you need both.

After Ye Chen and his group arrived, five people came out of the camp to greet them.

The young man whispered to the old man, "Grandpa, I'm going now!"

The old man nodded: "Go ahead!"

The young man jogged over and joined Ye Chen and his group.

It seems this should be the 10th member of the training camp.

The staff member leading the way stepped forward and shouted, "Report! The training team members have arrived. Nine people were supposed to be escorted, and nine have arrived!"

"Yes, you've worked hard. You've completed your mission, go and rest!" A middle-aged man nodded.

"Yes!" The staff member who had led the way then withdrew.

Only 14 people remained in the field.

Ye Chen and his group of 10 stood there scattered, with no one coming to form a team.

Ye Chen was certain that if he stood like this during military training, he would definitely get a scolding from the instructor.

Perhaps because there are so few cultivators, they value following their own desires and don't need to follow the rules of the secular world; they can just be casual.

Anyway, nobody thought there was anything wrong with it.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes stepped forward, looked around, and spoke loudly:

"You must all have had a long journey. Welcome to the Beidou organization. Let me introduce myself. I am the chief instructor for this training camp. You can call me Black Wolf."

The guy who owed money couldn't help but mutter, "It's not even that dark-skinned, so why did he choose such a name?"

His voice was very soft, but since everyone present was a cultivator, they probably all heard it.

The middle-aged man codenamed Black Wolf seemed not to have heard what the guy in debt was saying, and continued his introduction without changing his expression:

"This is Instructor Li, and this is Instructor Wang!" Black Wolf pointed to the two middle-aged men beside him.

He made no mention of the old man, skipping over him entirely.

The fact that the old man could remain here even though he wasn't one of the training instructors suggests that he was someone of considerable status and importance.

"You all come from all corners of the country, and are all elites carefully selected by the organization. You share the same dream and the same mission..."

Black Wolf started rambling on and on.

He spoke with great passion and fervor, but it was all just empty rhetoric.

Ye Chen summed it up in one sentence.

They are special, and their mission is special too!

To be able to embark on the path of cultivation in an era of scarce spiritual energy is already a special existence.

The people in the room did not react much to this impassioned speech.

They're all cultivators now, so everyone's very rational.

They certainly wouldn't get carried away by a few words and rush headlong into action.

If you want to make empty promises to cultivators, then do something concrete; talking too much now is pointless.

Black Wolf seemed to have anticipated everyone's reaction, and continued speaking without changing his expression:

"You will be living and training here for the next two weeks. To make it easier to manage, we need to select a captain from among you."

"Of course, being a team leader is hard work. As a team leader, you need to be responsible and also have certain abilities!"

"Who wants to volunteer?"

After speaking, Black Wolf quietly looked at everyone.

The room fell silent. People looked at each other, but in the end, no one stepped forward.

Black Wolf smiled slightly: "I'll give you one last 10 seconds. If you're confident you can do well, step forward and volunteer. If no one volunteers, I'll randomly select someone. There are perks to being the team leader!"

However, 10 seconds passed, and still no one stepped forward.

Black Wolf nodded: "In that case, I'll call on someone directly. Ye Chen, step forward. You'll be the captain of this training team!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. He had wanted to remain invisible, but he was directly called out.

However, Ye Chen was not particularly surprised; it was both unexpected and reasonable.

The surprise was because that young man clearly had connections. Being a team leader is usually a lucrative position, and his grandfather was right there. Why didn't they choose that young man?

This makes sense because Ye Chen's test data showed that he was at the eighth level of Qi Refining and had an A-level rating, which the instructors must have known.

So if he's not the captain, it doesn't seem like anyone else would be a good fit!

Ye Chen neither argued nor declined.

Since it's fallen on his shoulders, he'll just accept it; it's no big deal!

"Yes!" Ye Chen replied calmly and walked out.

Black Wolf nodded and was about to speak again when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice: "Wait, no, isn't this a bit too hasty?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, which belonged to the man who owed money.

He stood there at an angle, not flinching at all despite being stared at by so many eyes.

Black Wolf didn't seem displeased at all. Instead, he looked at the guy who owed money and asked, "What's your name? Do you have something on your mind?"

The guy who owed money raised his chin: "My name is Zhao Tianlong, and my father is Zhao Sihai, the head of Yaoguang!"

Ye Chen thought to himself that the name sounded arrogant, but it turned out that the person was the son of the person in charge of Yaoguang.

Wait, wait, who's in charge of Yaoguang?

Ye Chen was slightly taken aback. If he remembered correctly, Lu Ye had said that the person in charge of Yao Guang was a 98-year-old Foundation Establishment elder.

Holy crap, this isn't right!

This guy who owes money has a 98-year-old father, but he looks like he's only in his early 20s...

Does that mean that the person in charge of Yaoguang was still practicing shooting when he was over 70 years old?

And they actually succeeded after all their hard work?!

Holy crap, this is definitely a case of having a child late in life! Amazing!