Over the years, every time William Foster appeared, Logan Sutton would get extremely excited, grabbing Ethan Sutton and pointing at the TV, saying, “That’s your old man’s old commander! Back in the day, he swept across the battlefield of the myriad heavens, invincible and unmatched, slaughtering the armies of all races and sending them fleeing in panic…”

As time went on, even Ethan Sutton was somewhat influenced, developing a bit of admiration for this powerhouse who carved a bloody path through the battlefield of the myriad heavens.

“When will I… be as strong as Mr. Foster… That would be amazing!”

Ethan Sutton had a small longing in his heart.

This was a true powerhouse—nowadays, every governor was formidable.

But among all the governors, William Foster was one of the very best. The key wasn’t just that; Ethan Sutton didn’t know who was the strongest among the governors, but he did know that William Foster wasn’t that old, only a bit over sixty.

Other governors, like the powerful Peter Clark of the Great Zhou Prefecture, were figures from the early years of the Anping Calendar, which meant he was over three hundred years old.

Twenty years ago, William Foster was just in his forties, yet he was already commanding the Demon Suppression Army. That was what made Ethan Sutton envious.

Truly powerful!

Just in his forties, which was considered very young in this era.

What kind of strength did it take to command the Demon Suppression Army?

Ethan Sutton didn’t know, but he was sure it was incredible. It wasn’t something you could do just because your grandfather was the King of Great Xia. Among the governors, some were even the direct sons of founding kings, but you didn’t see them being this formidable.

“William Foster…”

“Longwu War Academy!”

“Longwu Guard!”

Ethan Sutton licked his lips, feeling a bit parched. After all, he was young—who hadn’t felt a surge of hot-blooded passion?

Had he never thought about applying to a war academy?

Of course he had!

There were several advanced war academies in Great Xia Prefecture. Among them, the Great Xia War Academy had a history of over three hundred years and was the oldest and most powerful war academy in the prefecture.

However, nowadays, there was another top-tier war academy in Great Xia Prefecture.

Longwu War Academy!

A war academy named after William Foster himself, founded fifteen years ago. In just fifteen short years, it had become one of the top academies in Great Xia Prefecture.

Most of its graduates joined the strongest corps in Great Xia Prefecture—the Longwu Guard!

It was said that the current Lord of Nanyuan City actually came from the Longwu Guard, which spoke volumes.

His father, Logan Sutton, although from the Demon Suppression Army, had wanted to join the Longwu Guard after retiring, to continue following his old commander. Unfortunately… the Longwu Guard didn’t accept him.

A bit too old, a bit too weak—the Longwu Guard didn’t take Logan Sutton.

Logan Sutton had cursed plenty about it, though not at William Foster, but at those in charge of recruitment. Why wouldn’t they take him?

It was rumored that there was now a small squad of Longwu Guard stationed in Nanyuan City, but who knew if it was true—at least Ethan Sutton had never seen them.

“Great Xia War Academy, Longwu War Academy… The Great Xia War Academy mainly supplies frontline soldiers, who rarely return. But the Longwu Guard…”

Ethan Sutton’s eyes flickered. The Longwu War Academy was different; it mainly served as the reserve for the Longwu Guard.

Students from the Longwu War Academy would also go to the front lines, with treatment similar to other war academies, but the Longwu Guard had an advantage—their main duty was to defend the homeland. In other words, most of the time, they could stay in Great Xia Prefecture.

Of course, if a major war broke out, the Longwu Guard, as an elite corps, would be the first to be deployed to the battlefield of the myriad heavens.

If the Demon Suppression Army was the standing army of the battlefield, then the Longwu Guard was the field army.

“Fewer restrictions, more freedom, but once war breaks out, it’s the most dangerous assault and counterattack missions…”

“If I really wanted to apply to a war academy, I should actually go for the Longwu War Academy.”

Ethan Sutton muttered to himself, but unfortunately, the Longwu War Academy was even harder to get into.

Because it was the reserve for the Longwu Guard, its requirements were even higher than those of the Great Xia War Academy.

Rubbing his cheeks, Ethan Sutton gave a wry smile—he was just dreaming.

Even ordinary war academies were hard to get into, let alone Longwu.

Why think so much!

“The Myriad Races Cult actually dares to come to Great Xia Prefecture’s territory—they must have a death wish! The Longwu Guard has been deployed; I wonder if we’ll see them here in Nanyuan…”

Ethan Sutton wasn’t too worried. The members of the Myriad Races Cult couldn’t show their faces and didn’t dare to act openly.

They only dared to pull some tricks in secret. Now that the Longwu Guard was patrolling Great Xia Prefecture, these guys were hiding deeper than rats—no way they’d show themselves.

And even if they did, Ethan Sutton wasn’t afraid.

Nowadays, it was almost as if everyone was a soldier. There were no Ten-Thousand-Stone-level powerhouses in the neighborhood, but there were still quite a few Thousand-June-level cultivators.

Besides old soldiers like his father who had returned, there were also a few who hadn’t, as well as some who were past their prime.

If a few Thousand-June-level cultists from the Myriad Races Cult showed up, it would be a death sentence.

Those old men had all retired from the battlefield—each and every one of them was a ruthless character with blood on their hands, killing without batting an eye.

With a single shout, seven or eight Thousand-June cultivators could jump out at any time.

……

After watching TV, he casually made some noodles to fill his stomach, washed up, practiced the “Kaiyuan Technique” a few times, and then Ethan Sutton went to bed early.

If he didn’t sleep early, he’d wake up early from his dreams, and his sleep wouldn’t be enough.

Now, Ethan Sutton had figured out that he usually dreamed in the early hours before dawn. Before that was the best time for him to sleep, so he had to cherish it.

……

Night.

A stretch of darkness.

In the dream.