"As long as you have money, you can hire a Martial Arts Ninth Grade expert to protect your family business."
Jiang Ning heard these words and patted Cheng Ran's shoulder again, without saying anything more.
Although Liuu Shansheng had mentioned that once he secured the position of the team captain, he would have the ability to promote him to the Inspection Office.
But how this was to be done, and whether it would succeed or not,
he did not dare to guarantee it now.
on the training ground,
the battle for the arena was in full swing.
Someone had seen the example set by Jiang Ning and others earlier and had hoped to dissuade people from ascending the stage, thereby passing the test without fighting for lack of enough participants.
However, the man in charge of the examination was not polite at all.
He suddenly became angry and swept them off the stage.
Faced with these challengers' doubts, he also left them with a sentence,
"My rules are the rules!"
The crowd immediately understood.
As long as they followed the previous rules, honestly ten people would take the stage and participate in the fighting, the last five standing would be the winners and would pass the test.
As the sun rose high,
Hunger rumbled from the stomachs of Jiang Ning and the others.
Martial Artists have strong bodies and their digestion and appetite are much more vigorous than ordinary people's.
When it was time to eat, the sounds of hunger were incessant.
a slight commotion came from a distant shed.
"Is this the cause of the recent commotion?" Wang Jin spread his hands, holding a green pill that had just been distributed by the soldiers.
"Yes, Master Wang!" Zhou Xing nodded, his spirit buoyant and somewhat excited.
Then Zhou Xing continued, "Master Wang, I just asked, this is a Marching Pill, made by a Pill Master who extracted the essence from meat and mixed it with several herbs."
"One is enough to replace a meal for a regular Ninth Grade Martial Artist."
At this point, Jiang Ning also tossed the Marching Pill into his mouth.
As he swallowed, the pill made its way into his belly.
Soon, he felt the Marching Pill slowly dissolving, gradually easing the hunger in his stomach.
At this moment, Wang Jin also swallowed his pill.
He then opened his eyes and gave a slight nod,
"Indeed effective, the hunger is gradually disappearing!"
"It even bears a resemblance to the Fasting Pill described in ancient texts."
"However, the Fasting Pill in the records, one can ward off hunger for three days, far surpassing the effects of a Marching Pill."
Zhou Xing spoke, "Master Wang is correct, this pill must have been refined in imitation of the legendary Fasting Pill."
At these words, a look of surprise crossed Jiang Ning's face.
The sound of drums suddenly thundered, resonating through the entire training ground.
"This is... the official conclusion of the entrance examination!" Wang Jin suddenly stood up.
Then he looked at Jiang Ning and Zhou Xing, "Next, it's the battle for the position of team captain! Both of you, being Martial Arts Eighth Grade, are qualified to try and compete for the position of captain in the Inspection Office."
"If either of you is lucky enough to win the position of the captain, that would indeed be a rapid rise to prominence!"
"In the Inspection Office, ten people make a team, and being the captain, you possess the authority over nine Martial Arts Ninth Grade members."
"This would allow you to move freely in Luoshui County, let alone the other benefits this position brings."
Zhou Xing clenched his fists, "Disciple understands! Master Wang, rest assured, your disciple will do his utmost to win the position of the captain."
"And what about you, young man?" Wang Jin looked at Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning immediately smiled, "Don't worry! I will definitely secure the position of captain and make you proud!"
"With those words from you, I'm reassured!" Wang Jin laughed heartily.
Nearby, the master of another Martial Arts Hall couldn't help but glance sideways at Jiang Ning.
"Master Wang's disciple sure talks big!"
"What, you have a problem with my disciple?" Wang Jin scoffed.
"Are you suggesting to continue the wager we just made?" Yu Yuan spoke up.
"Don't try to trap me!" Wang Jin glared at Yu Yuan, "I won't fall for your tricks!"
heavy footsteps came from outside the shed.
"Master, your disciple has not failed in his mission and has successfully passed the examination to become a member of the Patrol Guard!"
As the sound reached the ears of the crowd, Zhao Hu charged into the shed, loudly proclaiming with a triumphant face.
"You passed?" Wang Jin stood up, his voice filled with amazement.
"Of course I passed!" declared Zhao Hu with pride.
"Good! Good!! Good!!!" Wang Jin looked at Zhao Hu before him and heartily patted his shoulder as a sign of encouragement.