The refinement of the Spirit Gathering Pill was almost second nature to Han Lang now.
With a quantity of over a thousand pills, it took him nearly two full days, even without leaving his residence.
In addition, he utilized the remaining time to refine enough White Spirit Ginseng Fruit essence for Han's Pharmaceutical Factory's three-year production of "Gan Kuai Hao" oral liquid, and the Youth Preserving Pills required for Han's Mask Factory to produce various beauty products.
When he handed all these pills over to Han Kang in one go, Han Kang was also dumbfounded by the large pile of pills.
"Wahahaha, brother, are all these refined by you in the past three days?"
Han Lang glanced at the pile of results from his hard work, feeling immensely proud.
"Yes! I've mastered the refinement of these low-level pills very skillfully now. And I thought, since I'll be gone for three years, if I don't prepare enough, won't our family business just wither away?"
Han Kang nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.
"Right, right, you're always more thoughtful, brother. It's just that refining non-stop like this must have been really tough on you!"
Han Lang chuckled.
"It's not tough, not tough! Being able to arrange all these matters before leaving puts my mind at ease, without any worries! Haha..."
Seeing Han Lang's relaxed expression, Han Kang knew that he was indeed feeling joyful at this moment!
"Alright then! You don't need to worry about other matters at home. With me here, Mom, Dad, and Xiao Ying will be fine!"
"That's good! But don't forget, Brother Ma is also going this time, and we'll have to trouble you to look after Old Sun and Sister Wang Fang, and even Brother Cao!"
Han Lang said with a hearty laugh.
"No problem! Don't worry!"
Hearing this response, Han Lang patted Han Kang's shoulder with gratitude.
One day passed quickly, and it was already the next morning.
The Tang family, the Cao family, the Han family, and the mother and son duo of Sun Liansheng and Wang Fang bid farewell to Han Lang and the other two with reluctance.
After a four-hour journey, Han Lang and the other two finally arrived at the assembly point for the Star City special forces recruitment, as scheduled.
After submitting their enlistment tokens and verifying their identities, hundreds of people boarded the vehicles in an orderly fashion under the command of a group of expressionless soldiers.
The specific location of the special forces base was situated on the northern edge of Xia Country.
It was said to be a towering mountain range perpetually covered in snow, rarely frequented by humans, and even animals were scarce, except for some special species.
To get there from Star City, Han Lang and his companions had to take a bus for nearly ten hours, then transfer to a giant transport aircraft specially prepared for them, new recruits, at a secret military base, before finally reaching their destination.
Fortunately, this process was not difficult for them, as they were all cultivators. They could simply close their eyes and cultivate, and in the blink of an eye, they would reach their destination!
As it happened,
As soon as they arrived above the base, even before the aircraft landed, Han Lang and the others, who had been resting with their eyes closed, were awakened by a cacophony of voices.
"Look, quick, look! So handsome!"
"Yeah, yeah! So many planes, there must be at least dozens, maybe a hundred!"
"Wahahaha! Just the airport can accommodate dozens or hundreds of planes, so how big must the total area of this special forces base be!"
"At least, we can't see the whole picture from this side of the window! Conservatively estimated, it would take at least ten minutes to cross by car!"
"Damn! The country's methods are truly extraordinary!"
...
Listening to everyone's discussions, Han Lang and Ma Long also became filled with anticipation. They were even a little impatient, and along with the other new recruits, they squeezed towards the already small window to peer out.
For a moment, their eyes widened.
The aerial view of the entire base was truly breathtaking.
On the side Han Lang saw, besides a massive airport, there were also long, strip-like buildings.
According to some knowledgeable individuals on the plane, those long buildings were venues for each team to conduct simulated combat, training their tacit understanding and coordination.
They were filled with all sorts of high-tech holographic imagery, and fighting inside them, apart from not actually dying, gave a truly immersive experience!
Han Lang understood that this was perhaps similar to the Heavenly Evolution Law he cultivated!
It was just that the Heavenly Evolution Law was practiced faster within his own divine sense!
"If each floor is only provided to one team, then there must be at least a thousand rooms here? Wouldn't that mean the total number of people in the special forces is over ten thousand?"
Before Han Lang's question was finished, other voices immediately followed from the other side.
"Brother, you're mistaken! The training rooms are only for us new recruits to train. Veterans who have served for many years don't need these venues at all!"
Han Lang and Ma Long's eyes widened even further upon hearing this.
"Then... doesn't that mean there are tens of thousands of new recruits over the years? Then the total number of people in the special forces..."
Seeing their astonished expressions, Tang Geng couldn't help but chuckle and walk over, replying softly.
"Currently, there are over three hundred thousand registered personnel!"
"Three hundred thousand?"
Such a number truly startled the two of them.
If the special forces were considered the cream of the crop in the cultivation world, then wouldn't the base number of those not participating in the special forces be even larger?
Tang Qin seemed to have seen through their astonishment, and she followed Tang Geng, continuing to explain.
"Xia Country's population is generally large, with nearly two billion people. Among them, the ratio of cultivators to ordinary people is about 1:9. Therefore, relatively speaking, three hundred thousand cultivators is not a lot!"
Hearing this explanation, Han Lang and the other two finally felt a little relieved.
"That's true! When you put it that way, the number of three hundred thousand special forces personnel isn't really a lot. No wonder I saw such a large flag-raising square in front of the training rooms. It seems that the special forces base really needs to be this big!"
As the three were chatting, Ma Long's puzzled voice came from the side again.
"Huh? Since there are so many people in the special forces, why are only about one battalion of people lining up below us? Where are the others?"
Han Geng was initially a little confused by this question, but he quickly realized.
"Oh! Brother Ma Long, the battalion you're referring to is specifically responsible for receiving and training us new recruits, right? As for the other troops, they are either on missions or still some distance away from us. After all, the place we're landing is closer to the new recruit training grounds!"
"Oh! So that's how it is!"
As they were talking, the aircraft officially landed.
If they hadn't been skilled cultivators, they would have surely stumbled because of this.
With a whooshing sound, the cabin slowly opened, and people began to walk out one by one, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Ma Long was also somewhat impatient, grabbing Han Lang and running towards the cabin door.
Everything they saw once again shocked their worldview, and they even forgot to continue moving forward.
But before they could utter a single word of exclamation, someone suddenly darted out from the bustling crowd behind them, shoving between the two of them.
At the same time, they didn't forget to leave them with a parting remark.
"Country bumpkins!"