Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest

Li Weiguo sighed inwardly.

"Knowing that this kid is insufferably arrogant, why did I ask for his views on the other teams? Isn't this just giving him a chance to show off?"

"Have the roles in your team been distributed?" Li Weiguo decided to change the subject.

"They have." Yan Yu nodded and said, "Lin Ning and I are following the Sword Immortal path, Su Yunjin practices spells, Zhao Jiuzhen is the Assistant Officer, and Chen Lingyun is the Envoy."

"Mhm." Li Weiguo nodded, finding the role distribution quite balanced.

According to the military's internal research, Sword Immortals and spell casters tend to be more offensive, while Assistant Officers and Envoys lean more towards restraint.

The most reasonable match was three to two, meaning three offensive members to two that focused on restraint.

Of course, Li Weiguo wouldn't impose those old scholars' theories on Yan Yu, dictating "you must match it this way for me."

But Yan Yu happened to have matched it exactly that way, giving Li Weiguo a subtle sense of relief.

"Judging from the Sword-Spell-Assistant-Envoy system, how long will it take for your team to complete the transformation?" Li Weiguo continued to ask.

"Lin Ning and I have already adapted to the Sword Immortal role and can begin to exercise some combat power," Yan Yu explained. "Su Yunjin is studying Taoism Method and hasn't begun to practice yet; both Chen Lingyun and Zhao Jiuzhen are in the same situation, they don't have the appropriate Servant Envoys or magical treasures at hand."

His words were partly true and partly false. Yan Yu, having been an ordinary person in his previous life, fought using a True Yuan storage device, so he chose the Sword Immortal, which on average consumed the least True Yuan.

Although he used to be a Puppet Master as an Assistant Officer, his combat experience as a Sword Immortal wouldn't just vanish, making the role of Sword Immortal—which heavily relies on technical experience—second nature to him.

As for Zhao Yuanzhen, even though her true occupation was as a Puppet Master, the Qiansi Sect also liked to create malevolent magical treasures for use, so having her pose as an Assistant Officer who specialized in magical treasures wasn't a problem.

Li Weiguo, unaware of the nuances in Yan Yu's words, simply nodded and said:

"Envoys and Assistant Officers indeed are professions that depend heavily on external objects. If you need any resources, just let me know; if there are relevant Mysterious Realms later on, I will try my best to secure opportunities for you all to join the battle."

"Alright." Yan Yu nodded.

The materials obtained by the military cultivators from exploring low-Level Mysterious Realms were definitely beneath his interest.

At the very least, it would have to be on the level of Dragon Spring Mountain Mysterious Realm.

But Mysterious Realms of such a level were basically conquered under my lead for the Zhendong Army! Once we finished a battle, I'd check the inventory list and reserve the materials directly. What was there to choose?

So, unless he could dip into the stores of the other three armies, there was no need to pick at all, amounting to a sheer waste of time.

Ah, when will new Mysterious Realms be available for conquest?

After leaving the principal's office, Yan Yu strolled leisurely towards the school's exit, ready to head home.

At the school gate, he saw Su Yunjin standing, looking around as if waiting for someone.

"Why are you here?" Yan Yu approached and asked, "Where are your parents?"

"They've gone back." Su Yunjin replied, "I called a cab. Want to go back together?"

"Mhm." Yan Yu nodded.

It's strange to think, it was just me cohabiting with the witch off campus, how did it suddenly become the entire team moving into the villa?

But on second thought, it definitely didn't make sense to live in the school dorms when there was a villa available.

"I've already explained the misunderstanding to my mom," Su Yunjin continued, "Don't mind it."

"Oh, I won't mind," Yan Yu replied with equanimity, "That's very normal. Every time Lin Ning calls home, her dad asks her if she has found a boyfriend. At least your family isn't rushing you, right?"

"Hehe." Su Yunjin laughed, covering her mouth, "Indeed, I often hear Ningning complain about it."

"Nowadays, the marriage rate is getting lower and lower. Young people don't seem to like dating anymore," Yan Yu went on chatting idly, "There are especially many leftover women in big cities, so it's normal for your family to be anxious."

"But from what I see, you don't actually have to be in a rush."

"What's the reason?" Su Yunjin asked.

"The emergence of 'leftover women' is due to not having a suitable partner that meets one's standards within their social circle," Yan Yu explained calmly, "But you all are the finest group of cultivators in Lu Country, you will inevitably attract a large number of talented individuals, so there should be no shortage of potential marital prospects."

"Yes, that's true," Su Yunjin nodded.

The cool breeze of the summer night was gently blowing, messing up the hair beside her cheeks. Su Yunjin used her slender fingers to tidy her hair and suddenly asked:

"Then Captain, you..."

"Oh, here it is," Yan Yu interrupted, "The car that stopped up there, that's the one we called, right?"

"Yes," Su Yunjin glanced at the license plate.

"Then let's go," Yan Yu said.

After they got into the back seat of the car, Su Yunjin quietly looked out the window, the scenery was quickly passing by.

In the reflection of the car window, Yan Yu's profile was clearly visible; he was looking down at his mobile phone.

"We should get home by nine-thirty," Su Yunjin spoke up.

"Hmm," Yan Yu responded.

"Captain," Su Yunjin continued, "do you ever..."

"Wait a moment," Yan Yu suddenly interrupted her.

He opened the voice message in the chat window and brought the bottom of his phone close to his ear.

Despite not activating the speaker due to consideration for the driver, Su Yunjin, sitting beside him, could still faintly hear a woman's voice choked with sobs:

"...Yan Yu, they're all dead... so many people dead..."

"Don't panic," Yan Yu pressed the [Voice Input] button, and said in a deep voice, "Listen carefully. Seal your apartment immediately, block the front door with a cabinet, close the windows, pull the curtains, and if possible, nail wooden boards over them. Turn all your and your father's mobile phones to silent mode, keeping them with you.

The TV also needs to be muted, and remember to cut the phone line if there are calls, don't open the door for anyone."

"The food and water reserves in your house should be enough for half a month. After half a month, the situation might improve. Be sure to watch the news on TV every day, and absolutely do not go out unless necessary. At night, remember to place a glass bottle upside down behind the door as a precaution against intruders, and don't be scared."

"There's another problem," Anna, nearly breaking down, was hiding in her apartment room in distant Amur City, shaking as she tapped on her mobile keyboard, "My mother is in a residential area far away."

"Forget about your maternal relatives," Yan Yu said calmly, "What's most important right now is to save your and your father's lives. Staying in the apartment is the safest bet."

"If you really can't rest assured, you can call your aunt, she still has a good attitude towards you and your father. But remember to call her at least three days later; otherwise, if your aunt asks you and your father to take refuge with her now, considering your father's personality... I'm not optimistic that he will make the right choice."

"Understood," Anna quickly hit the send button, then pressed her phone tightly against her chest.

Her messy blonde hair cascaded down, her face still streaked with the marks of recent tears, as if after a hysterical breakdown from crying.

But Anna quickly opened her eyes, and this time there was no panic or fear in her gaze, only determination, toughness, and ferocity.

I know spells, and we have supplies at home...

I won't die, and neither will Dad...

We, will all survive...

Outside the apartment room, smoke was rising from the distant streets, and bursts of gunfire could be heard from time to time.

The security officers were setting up defenses, but these lines were quickly broken by the spirit communicators.

They were originally members of local gangs, as well as low-level workers and the unemployed, but at this moment, they all shared a single identity:

Illegal spirit communicators.

Infected with the 'lycanthropy virus,' illegal lycanthrope spirit communicators who no longer feared gunfire.