Wu Yong was speechless, his emotions complex.

He had prepared himself mentally to sacrifice his future prospects, even everything, for his sense of justice, only to be thoroughly criticized by Mo Zhenting.

"Young people often harbor fantasies, thinking that important figures are cold-blooded and gloomy, while the lower classes are suppressed and discarded like consumables, as if the whole world is a dark forest that requires them to shine and make their voices heard."

Mo Zhenting's expression was emotionless, but his tone was dripping with sarcasm, causing Wu Yong to bow his head in shame.

"I recognize your sense of justice and your determination to uphold the honor of the Seventh Battle Group. But this does not mean you are without fault. Reporting a superior as a subordinate is a transgression.

If word gets out, a seed of suspicion will be planted within my Wind Scythe Sequence Army, posing a risk of division. Therefore, you must also be punished.

Can you accept this?"

Mo Zhenting stood as immovable as a towering rock on a vast plain, his Life Force steady and profound, unshakable.

Wu Yong pressed his lips tightly, his eyes firm:

"Reporting to Commander! Wu Yong of the Seventh Battle Group Wind Scythe Sequence Army is willing to accept any punishment without objection!"

Mo Zhenting's calm eyes finally stirred slightly, his fingers gently tapping the tabletop.

"Haila, record this statement."

The energy-saving lights in the command room dimmed instantly, weaving a light that outlined Haila's delicate features, her hands resting flat on her midriff.

"Recording complete."

Mo Zhenting nodded.

Then announced Wu Yong's punishment.

"You will be expelled from the Wind Scythe Sequence Army, no longer part of my Guard roster."

Wu Yong's face paled slightly; being expelled from the Sequence Army is a considerable disgrace for any military recruit.

Moreover, having graduated from the military academy successfully and struggled bitterly for so long, passing numerous selections to reach this position.

Being suddenly reverted to his original state brought a sense of loss and pain beyond words.

"I am willing to accept it."

Wu Yong replied with a deep breath.

"You will be transferred to fleet logistics for an observation period."

Mo Zhenting continued.

Wu Yong still chose to nod.

The observation period, colloquially known as the "cold bench."

For those who have made significant mistakes but not on matters of principle, the Battle Group will choose to put them on the "observation list," sending them to departments like logistics and maintenance, which have a lot of work but few promotion opportunities.

It seems empathetic, but in reality, soldiers placed on the "observation list" often find it difficult to return to their original positions.

The Battle Group never lacks potential talents, and any vacancy is quickly filled.

"You may leave."

Having completed this, Mo Zhenting issued an "eviction order."

"I apologize for my recklessness and suspicion towards you."

Wu Yong said before exiting the command room.

Though he felt relieved inwardly, Mo Zhenting, the joint idol of the Wind Scythe Sequence Army, is greatly admired and revered by everyone from the remote borders of Heng Province, who rose to a key position in the Military Department, with prospects to become a Battle Group leader and "supreme commander."

Compared to being banished and kicked out of the Wind Scythe Sequence Army, Wu Yong was more unwilling to believe that Mo Zhenting, once his role model, is a despicable and shameless "villain."

The pain of seeing his shining internal image destroyed and tainted was far more unbearable than a bleak future.

Click.

The door closed.

Mo Zhenting raised his head, lost in thought.

As the third-party "notary," Haila suddenly asked:

"You'll bring him back, won't you?"

Mo Zhenting nodded, responding:

"Of course. The Sequence Army needs such justice-driven and authority-fearing talents; they are Dongxia's future, the backbone of the Military Department."

Haila smiled.

Even as an active consciousness, which shouldn't possess too many rich emotions, Haila had to agree that the commander of the Seventh Battle Group was indeed full of personal charm.

"Let him have some quiet time. Every general endures years of obscurity during their time as a small soldier."

Mo Zhenting remarked profoundly:

"If he can endure it, he will certainly soar high."

...

...

In the office building of the Yellow Spring Training Camp, Qin Shi sat in a specially designated Meditation Room, his Spiritual Body and Domain resonating with the real imagery they conjured.

The platinum sun radiated light, its Life Force undulating like tidal waves, washing every corner of the spacious room.

"Body and mind merging, the Extraordinary emerging."

Qin Shi experienced an unprecedented sensation, feeling as though he were the center of the Great Cosmos, with endless dimensions unfolding, as his Power of Spiritual spread like a vast net, capturing Energy Factors.

"It feels like swimming in a deep sea, boundless darkness, heavy pressure, limbs weighed down with resistance."

Qin Shi's forehead burned as if an eye had opened, seeing large light points flickering and moving beneath the ink-like sea.

The vast spiritual net unfolded, capturing light points, manifesting as eruptions of flame, thunderous collisions, or hurricane blasts, each element refining the spirit, forging the body.

This process of Cultivation is both the refinement of the heart and the body.

"The experiences of the 'forerunners' Lao Qi and Lao He have indeed benefited me greatly."

Qin Shi smiled, his expression serene, as 'The Unique Way of Ages' and the 'Void Meditation Technique' blended and corroborated, leading him to explore a completely new path.

"With the advantages of Inner Realm and the marks of the four pillar bosses, I drastically reduce the risks when traversing the Netherworld."

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