Chapter 54: Training Camp Roster

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In the office, Wang Feng frowned as he examined the documents before him and the three people standing there.

“Only three? Wasn’t it supposed to be five trainees plus a teacher?” Wang Feng complained.

A refined middle-aged man at the forefront smiled slightly and spoke, “General Commander Wang, you understand the situation very well. The experts from the Capital of Yanhuang can’t leave. On the borders, the plateau, and the mysterious kingdom—tsk tsk—their movements are highly unusual.”

“Foolish!” Wang Feng said coldly. “All the more reason to cultivate those with potential. Otherwise, this battle stands no chance of victory. Doesn’t your leader see the situation clearly? Or is he just too timid?”

The three faces changed. The refined middle-aged man waved off the others and said, “General Commander Wang, there’s no need to worry about others. Just focus on making your own choices. Though only I and two trainees have come from the Capital of Yanhuang this time, hmm! These two trainees are the elite of the elite—the ones most likely to reach LV5.”

Wang Feng laughed wildly. Elite of the elite? The Chinese Alliance boasts Ouyang Yu and Ye Yang but still wouldn’t dare say such things. The Capital of Yanhuang is as arrogantly proud as the legends say.

“Suit yourselves. But this trip won’t be safe. Boat or plane? Choose.”

“Plane. Time is tight. I heard General Commander Wang plans to go to Milan first, then London?”

“Yes! These two are the strongest in the continent, each with unique strengths. It won’t hurt to see how they fight!” Wang Feng nodded. “If I weren’t tied up, I’d go myself. There’s an old friend there, too.”

The middle-aged man nodded but hesitated before asking, “General Commander Wang, who do you think these demonic disturbances are targeting?”

“I don’t know!” Wang Feng waved his hand. “But spies of the demons were discovered in the northern capital—alas, they weren’t caught.”

“Spies?” The middle-aged man’s face brightened briefly, then faded, but Wang Feng saw it clearly. Wang Feng said solemnly, “If you want to gloat, forget it. The Chinese Alliance is finished; how long can the Capital of Yanhuang last? Everyone knows the truth!”

“Of course we know,” the man chuckled dryly. “It’s a pity we can’t find that person’s whereabouts. If he were here, we wouldn’t even have to fear them—we might even have a chance to counterattack.”

“Don’t mention that idiot.” Wang Feng said coldly. “That fool no longer lives like a human. He doesn’t care about anyone anymore. Hmph! World’s number one hunter, so what? He’s forgotten he’s Chinese!”

The final pre-training meeting began. Ye Yang noticed more people than expected, including several strangers.

Ouyang Yu! Though Ye Yang disliked him and even hated him fiercely—and Ouyang Yu’s gaze was full of hatred toward Ye Yang—his strength was undeniable. His participation in the training was necessary.

Gao Ting and Sang Shi—both about to reach LV4—were recognized as elite talents, widely respected.

Ye Yang was surprised to see An Jing and An Xin.

“Hero Ge is coming? Hehe! Too bad Yun Yun isn’t here. If Hero Ge wants protection, only my sister and I can provide it,” An Xin said with a smile. Ye Yang, sweating, gave a perfunctory reply but felt a warm glow inside. He and Chen Yun… had already begun developing a relationship.

Besides these people, Ye Yang spotted two boys he had met in the academy cafeteria, apparently close to Sang Shi. The three stared drowsily at An Jing and An Xin.

“Lin Xiaotian, pleased to meet you.”

“Hehe, Tang Xiaobao. Just call me Fatty.”

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(Fox’s integrity dropped to the floor—every male protagonist from previous novels is here, though all as bit players, yes, mere extras.)

Ye Yang nodded. He had seen these two before but couldn’t recall their names. They seemed familiar with Sang Shi. It might be wise to build a good relationship.

“This is the Ye Ge I told you about, hehe, the handsome guy from Class C. He knows everyone,” Sang Shi shamelessly flattered. “If you like someone, tell Ye Ge.”

“Wow…” The two boys’ eyes sparkled. They immediately followed Sang Shi’s example, respectfully addressing Ye Yang as Ye Ge. Ye Yang chuckled dryly and nodded. Actually, Sang Shi probably knew more people than him, but being admired was pleasant.

The eight people, plus Ling Fengyan, made up the Chinese Alliance’s training team. In comparison, the Capital of Yanhuang had far fewer—only three teachers.

“Su Yi, teacher from the Capital of Yanhuang, LV4,” the middle-aged man said with a deep smile. Ye Yang immediately sensed he was a seasoned fox.

“Lin Muyang, LV4, trainee from the Capital of Yanhuang,” said a girl. Everyone gasped. LV4 trainees were very rare. Ye Yang was stunned. Looking at the girl, he felt a strange innate affection—not like the feelings he had for Chen Yun.

What was it? Ye Yang couldn’t say.

“My name is Jing Jing, I… I’m only LV3,” said a shy boy of fifteen or sixteen, small in stature and voice. Sang Shi, Lin Xiaotian, and Tang Xiaobao chuckled, and the boy blushed deeper.

“Are you all free?” Wang Feng’s standard phrase.

Everyone immediately lowered their heads. Well, chatting helps build rapport, but someone clearly didn’t want them too close. The lightning in Wang Feng’s hand crackled. The three from the Capital of Yanhuang were startled and tensed up.

“Don’t be afraid. Ignore him. He’s always like this. The big uncle is here…” Lin Xiaotian grinned at the Yanhuang girl, speaking very softly.

“Yes, he’s just going through menopause. No need to fear,” Tang Xiaobao added.

A thunderous crack split the air. A bolt of lightning struck precisely between the two boys, denting the ground. The brilliant blue current made them tremble wildly, and they collapsed.

“Sorry, my hearing is excellent,” Wang Feng said coldly.

Lin Xiaotian and Tang Xiaobao bit their teeth, shakily getting up but still signaling to the girl that they were fine. Ye Yang sighed helplessly. These two boys were true models of the underdog.

“If you want to get to know each other, better talk about your power levels and demonic energy types. But not now, we’ll discuss it on the road,” Wang Feng said coldly. He suddenly pulled out a map, handing it to Ling Fengyan. “Milan, London. This is our itinerary.”

“Milan? London?” Ye Yang’s eyes narrowed. These were cities he had long wished to visit. Too bad Paris was destroyed; he would have loved to see it as well.

“This isn’t a vacation!” Wang Feng seemed to sense Ye Yang’s thoughts and glared fiercely. “The continent’s situation differs from ours. Sparse populations still hold out against demons, so this trip is to learn their combat methods!”

“For those who have reached LV4, find a way to improve your strength further. Those who haven’t, your mission is more than just learning. If you don’t show clear improvement when you return…”

Wang Feng didn’t finish, just coldly swept his gaze over them, lightning flashing darkly in his hand.

“Do as you see fit.” With that, Wang Feng left, leaving the group staring blankly at one another.

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The most frustrated was Ye Yang. His demonic energy had indeed improved significantly, but the gap was still huge. Did Wang Feng mean that if they didn’t reach LV4, they shouldn’t come back? Damn! What was he supposed to do?

“All right, that’s it for now. Hurry up and rest well for a day. We depart at dawn,” Ling Fengyan said solemnly. He was the Chinese Alliance’s team leader. He glanced at Su Yi and said, “We’ll discuss details on the road tomorrow. You just arrived…”

“Okay, no problem,” Su Yi smiled. Ye Yang caught a faint glint of slyness in his eyes and silently cursed the old fox again.

Still, no matter how cunning Su Yi was, Ye Yang needed to talk to him. He had questions.

The meeting ended. Su Yi led the two trainees to arrange accommodations in the teaching building, then turned to leave.

“Wait…” Ye Yang called out.

“Something?” Su Yi paused.

Biting his lip, Ye Yang took a deep breath. “Are you from the Capital of Yanhuang? Do you know someone named Yan Yaxin? Or… could you help me look her up?”

“Yan Yaxin?” Su Yi stroked his chin, thinking a moment. “Never heard of her, sorry… Actually, besides hunting duties, I often work at the civil affairs bureau and have checked some records. But I haven’t seen anyone with the surname Yan. It’s quite rare now.”

“Ah? You work at the civil affairs bureau?” Ye Yang grew interested, rubbing his hands together. “Then tell me… are there Yan families in the villages around Shanghai? Are there many villages nearby? Did anyone flee from Nanjing? Or…”

Ye Yang rattled off every possibility. Su Yi listened, dumbfounded. Afterward, he smiled bitterly. “Sorry, student. Those possibilities aren’t impossible, but… we can’t check.”

“Why?” Ye Yang panicked, almost at a loss for words. He could only grit his teeth. “This is very important to me!”

“I can tell,” Su Yi chuckled dryly. “That must be a lost relative or friend you can’t let go of. But… you’re not the only one who lost loved ones after the apocalypse. And… they’re basically impossible to find.”

“Even if we wanted to search the surrounding villages at great expense, it’s useless. Many unknown villages in the south don’t contact the outside world. After the apocalypse, they hid to avoid war, relying on no one, just surviving on their own. Where do you expect me to look?”

A deep sadness flickered in his eyes. Ye Yang was silent. He already knew Su Yi’s words were true. Finding someone now was like searching for a needle in a haystack—especially when he didn’t even know if she was alive.

“Sorry, I can’t help you,” Su Yi said with a dry laugh as he walked away. After two steps, he suddenly turned back, leaned close to Ye Yang’s ear, and whispered, “If fate allows, you’ll meet again. If not, don’t force it. Also, instead of chasing someone missing for years, maybe care more about those around you now.”

Ye Yang was stunned. Following Su Yi’s gaze, he turned his head and saw a face that almost took his breath away—Chen Yun.

The girl clutched her clothes tightly. Her face was pale, but she was smiling—still smiling, though the smile was strained and ugly…