Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

When Donka closed the supermarket door from the outside, she felt like she was making a big mistake.

He did not know whether this was a disloyalty to the Supreme Superior and the Pangu God, but the Master told him that it was not, and the Master said that if a mistake of the Supreme Superior was found, he would not tell the Good Superior - that was true disloyalty, even a crime against a “sacred cause”.

Donka also did not know whether he should believe the class leader or the best master, but in his mind, both are indisputable and must be absolutely obedient to existence.

So, as usual, Donka followed the squad leader back to the rendezvous point, like a little tail.

However, just back at the rendezvous point, he met another guy he didn't want to face, Deputy Sergeant Liao Mao.

Liao Mao is a tall, muscular boy, two heads taller than Dongka, one head taller than the class leader.

His dark skin, tiger-backed bear waist, and surrounding blood vessels protrude from time to time, revealing explosive power.

And he never concealed the existence of this power. Almost every word he said, he had to wave his fist, and a ripe acne on his face seemed to burst open at any moment.

Liao Mao doesn't like Dongka.

Though I don't know why, and I never showed up straight away, Donka just knew that Liao Mao didn't like himself very much, especially when he was following Chu Zhiyun's ass, or avoiding people with Chu Zhiyun, alone.

At that time, Liao looked into his eyes like a tiger looking at Cesar's trembling sheep.

And Donka doesn't like Liao Mao either.

Yes, he knew he shouldn't “dislike” anyone, but he just couldn't do it. Every time Liao stared at the class leader, he would rise from the bottom of his heart an unnamed anger, a feeling of being completely demonized by the demons at any time.

“Where have you been? ”

Liao waved a thick flamethrower between Chu Zhiyun and Tangka, separating them with cold steel. He stared at Tangka, cold lane, “That's not your mission area. ”

“I asked him to help. ”

Without waiting for Dong Ka to answer, Chu Zhiyun took Dong Ka behind him, "I found a supermarket on a large scale that required people to identify the dangerous goods in it. ”

“Supermarket? ”

Liao squinted his eyes, “Why didn't you ask for my help? I'm the deputy chief. ”

“Your task of identifying material in libraries and bookstores is equally important. ”

Chu Zhiyun said, “I am the class leader, I can assign purification tasks to everyone at will, I think Dongka classmates are suitable for the supermarket, is there a problem? ”

Liao silently rubbed and rubbed his hands against the flame ejector, rubbing the flame ejector “squeak”.

“Your emotions are very ups and downs, and you are... angry. ”

Chu Zhiyun suddenly said, "Why? ”

“I didn't. ”

Liao took a deep breath and retreated. “I'm calm, I just want to know why Dongka changed the mission, that's all. ”

“Now that you know, is that all right? ”

Chu Zhiyun stared at Liao's fierce, black and red face, aggressively forcing humanity.

“Yes, it's all right. ”

Liao Mao's head also walked away without returning.

“Don't be afraid of him. He's no better at managing his emotions than you are. ”

Chu Zhiyun watched Liao go further and further away, which brought him closer to Tang Ka's ear. “Sooner or later, this guy will be possessed by the demons, completely out of control, and kicked out of the 'Holy Light Academy’, let alone become a 'purifier'. ”

The teenagers worked from dawn to dusk, until nightfall, when the ruins of the lack of systematic lighting became dark, and they finished their first day of purification testing and returned to their camp on the outskirts of the city with a large quantity of precious loot.

A large city, of course, is not purified by more than twenty or thirty people in one class, but dozens of classes, with thousands of "quasi-cleaners" separating different areas and pushing from the surroundings to the city center.

At this moment, thousands of "quasi-purifiers" returned to the camp at the same time, taking stock of the day's purification achievements and recycled treasures, being inspected and pointers by their mentors, and a real purification unit stationed not far away. Thousands of people were flourishing in great numbers.

Donka followed Chu Zhiyun, and the second mentor counted the trophies and scanned the emotional fluctuations recorded with the crystal brain all day.

He thought he would be reprimanded by his mentor for touching the cordon twice in a day, or at least asked what was going on.

Who knows, the mentor just stared at him with cold eyes for a moment, waved away, had no intention of pursuing, and of course did not “kick him out of the examination room".

Don Ka was relieved and helped Chu Zhiyun swing the portable holy light generator together.

The planet has just been attacked by them, and no fixed temple has yet been built, relying solely on the Holy Light Generator for the necessary training every day.

At different times, all 33 students in the class completed the scan and sat around the holy light generator together.

“Buzz...”

The holy light generator made a slight noise, and a milky white holy light poured out like a fountain, slowly spreading, enclosing all the classmates like a tent.

Tanka felt himself immersed in a sea of purity, tranquillity, holiness and softness, his soul resonated with the other 32 classmates' spirits. In the resonance, he heard the voice of the Supreme Superior and Pangu God, which made him completely forget the raw desire for restlessness, and the temptations and clarity of the extraterrestrial celestial demons. He was emptied, consecrated and pure again.

After the daily practice of holy light, Donka's mood was much calmer. Even when looking directly at the clouds of Chu or Liao Mao, there were not so many messy, ridiculous thoughts inside.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Not far away, suddenly there was a scream.

On a plateau that had just been built, a silver glittering execution frame was erected. A cadet forked his legs and was tied to it. A long whip was refined by the mentor with a very poisonous thorn. Thirty-six lashes were severely beaten. He was smoked into a coma, and the flesh was peeled open, and even the vertebrae could be seen. This was only lifted down.

Everyone watched silently, perhaps as curious as Donka, but the Alliance teenagers would not “talk and talk" without permission.

At times, the mentor revealed the answer to them.

It was a kid in the next class, and in today's purification, the ghost stuffed a plastic toy that was supposed to be destroyed into his pocket, an awkward giant soldier model.

He was so stupid that every cadet returned to the camp with the most scrutiny possible, and there was no possibility of anything being caught.

Nobody knew why he was doing it, even when his mentor asked him, he was blushing himself and couldn't say a word for half a day.

Perhaps, bewitched by the demons, that's all it is. Bad news, isn't it?

Then there's no other way.

He was the first eliminator of the "Ultimate Test” and, having undergone the whipping, will be sent to the rear temple for the deepest purification.

I don't know if he can retain his ability to think logically, but even if he turns into a low-ranking soldier like a "soldier bee” or a "worker bee”, it's up to him.

Just...

Don Ka doesn't know how serious what he and his squad leader did would be worse than hiding a toy, would he also be tied to the execution bench by five flowers like this next door squad guy, and beaten hard?

Donka had just been soothed by the holy light and was in the mood again like the water of a lake wrinkled by the spring wind, twisted together.

Back at the dormitory, Donka still had a lot to worry about, and her soul couldn't stand it.

The rainbow lollipop that Chu's cloud had just stuck in his mouth seemed to open his taste buds, usually tasted like a synthetic food for chewing wax, becoming more tasteless.

Dongkasheng stuffed two large bowls of sticky synthetic food into his voice's eyes, and withstood the impulse of vomiting, unable to digest, and came to the training room.

The Allies do not have the concept of "entertainment”, and physical exercise is almost the only way to vent excess energy in a handful of spare time.

Desperately ravaging sandbags and gravity treadmills, Donka tries to squeeze every strand of muscle, instantly resembling every celestial demon stuck in muscle fiber.

He almost made it.

But at that time, Chu Zhiyun also came to the training room and jumped on the gravity treadmill opposite him.

She loved sweating and the sweat quickly wetted her chest.

Donka instantly felt that she had just strangled 18,000 demons, and all of them were resurrected.

The night was quiet and all the classmates slept perfectly, including Chu Zhiyun.

Donka turned the other way and couldn't sleep at night.

Even across several bunk beds, he seemed to smell the sweat of the clouds of Chu.

Trance, Chu Zhiyun's unbroken appearance in the supermarket, overlapping with her sweaty, rainy appearance on the treadmill, turned into a soft and fluffy dream, pressing Downka's head.

Donka had a dream, a strange dream she'd never had.

He dreamt that he was running with Chu Zhiyun, hand-held between the blue skies of the sea, on a fine white beach.

He dreamt that the clouds of Chu were swinging bright red skirts, showing him the expression called “smile”.

He even dreamed that Chu Zhiyun had been tied to the execution bench by five flowers and was still wearing a red dress and beaten with a long thorn whip.

The shirt flies like a red butterfly, revealing whiter, finer skin than sand, the redness bulges high and the skin next to it is lined with more whiteness.

“Donka, help me, Donka, help me! ”

The class leader in the dream was particularly weak, sending a whimper that she would never send out.

Donka woke up suddenly, feeling the sweat all around her.

His lower body is more like electric shock, crispy and numb, jumping, he hasn't reacted yet, his pants are wet and sticky in the crotch.

“This is--”

Donka has numb scalp. For the first time a 14-year-old had such strange dreams. Something strange happened to him. Did he wet his bed?

At this point, Donka was a spiritual, like something descended from the sky and went into his messy head.

“Hey, kiddo, how are you? ”

A voice that sounds like it's trying to be nice and friendly, but when you think about it, it's so fucking weird, it rings in Donka's head.