A Secret Art That Could Increase an Army's Combat Strength

Ma Feifei nodded and was about to speak when suddenly a commotion arose ahead. Looking out the window, Ma Feifei saw that they had arrived at the city gate of Imperial Capital. A group of people were gathered around the notice board outside the city gate, and the commotion was coming from them.

"On the 22nd day of the first month of the first year of the new Great Yan, General Luanfeng led 50,000 Luanfeng Army to fight a decisive battle against 100,000 herdsmen from the Northern Liang on the border. The Luanfeng Army won a great victory, killing 30,000 enemies and capturing 40,000 prisoners. The remaining Northern Liang nomads were defeated and retreated." A man slowly read out the message on the notice board.

A commotion ensued.

"General Luanfeng's victory has finally restored the dignity of the Great Yan and severely dampened the arrogance of the Northern Liang nomads," someone said excitedly.

"General Luanfeng is truly God of War!" someone exclaimed.

"In the entire country, only General Luanfeng could defeat the Northern Liang nomads," someone exclaimed.

"Yes! Look at those Yan State generals before, hundreds of thousands of troops couldn't stop 100,000 Northern Liang nomads, and those foreign tribes seized the Twelve States of Yan Yun. They were a bunch of useless trash." Someone said hatefully.

Before General Luanfeng, the Yan State and the Northern Liang nomads had fought more than ten battles, but all ended in defeat. The Northern Liang nomads took away Twelve States of Yan Yun, which became the most humiliating thing since Yan Xun ascended the throne.

As a result, the people harbored some resentment towards the new emperor, considering it an ominous sign. Fortunately, the new emperor recalled General Luanfeng, who quelled the resentment with a brilliant victory; otherwise, the Yan State would not be as peaceful as it is now.

"However, I did hear something," someone suddenly said in a cryptic tone.

His rambling immediately piqued the curiosity of those around him, who all stared at him with expectant expressions.

"I heard that the reason why the Luanfeng Army was able to achieve such a great victory this time is because General Luanfeng has learned a new secret technique."

"A secret technique?" The group exchanged bewildered glances.

In such a large-scale war, unless one is Spirit Saint, it is difficult to control the battle situation by one person alone, let alone with any secret techniques.

Seeing everyone's doubt and disbelief, the man pondered for a moment, whetting everyone's appetite before saying, "Speaking of this secret technique, it's quite special. It can actually increase the combat power of soldiers on the battlefield. When General Luanfeng used that secret technique, the combat power of the Luanfeng Army instantly jumped several levels. Ordinary Spirit Practitioner practitioners broke through to the Spirit Master realm, and some high-ranking generals could even fly for short periods of time!"

"So powerful?" Everyone was shocked.

The man nodded and said, "Of course, otherwise even if the Luanfeng Army is strong, it would be impossible for them to achieve such a great victory over the Northern Liang nomads. You must know that even an ordinary soldier of those Northern Liang nomads is at the Spirit Master realm, and in terms of sheer strength, they are even stronger than the Luanfeng Army."

"That makes sense." Only then did everyone remember the true strength of the 100,000 Northern Liang nomads and the strength of the Luanfeng Army. In terms of overall strength, the Northern Liang nomads were indeed a level above the Luanfeng Army.

"But does such a miraculous secret technique really exist in this world?" someone asked in bewilderment.

I've never heard of such a secret method to increase the combat effectiveness of the entire army!

When questioned by the crowd, the man shook his head and said, "I have never seen such a secret technique before, but it truly exists. If you don't believe me, the Luanfeng Army will return to the capital in a couple of days, and you can investigate it yourselves."

Having said that, the man squeezed through the crowd and walked into the city.

Sitting inside the carriage, Ma Feifei listened to the conversation and stroked his chin, saying, "General Luanfeng? A mysterious technique that can increase combat power? Why does it feel like something from Bookstore?"

Over the past six months, Ma Feifei has heard the word "god" far too often, to the point that now whenever anyone mentions anything about gods, he subconsciously associates it with his Bookstore.

"Looks like I'm really obsessed." Ma Feifei shook his head, dismissing those thoughts.

The unicorn slowly pulled the cart into the city.

The difference between inside and outside the city was huge. Inside the city, not a single snowflake could be seen falling, as if you had entered another country. Only when you looked up at the sky did you realize that it was still snowing, but it was blocked by a high-level formation and could not fall.

"What a divine country!" Ma Feifei exclaimed as he walked down the street, looking up at the snowflakes that drifted but did not fall from the sky.

"Young man." Suddenly, Ma Feifei felt someone calling him. He looked down and saw a person waving at Ma Feifei from around a corner.

Ma Feifei was a little confused, as she didn't recognize him! She pointed to herself, opened her mouth, and mouthed "I".

The man nodded vigorously.

Ma Feifei paused for a moment, glanced at Yun Qingyang, and said, "Could this be an assassination attempt sent by the Phantom Organization?"

Yun Qingyang shook his head and said, "He wasn't hiding his strength; he's only at the Spirit Sect First Stage realm."

Ma Feifei curled her lip and walked forward, replying, "Who told you that an assassin's cultivation level must be high for the target to be able to assassinate? If I have the chance in the future, I'll write a book for you, and then you can see how ordinary assassins without cultivation levels can assassinate highly skilled masters."

"Aren't you going?" Yun Qingyang didn't answer the question, but instead asked.

"Where am I going?" Ma Feifei asked.

"He's calling you," Yun Qingyang said.

"He called me and I have to go? Do I even know him? He looks suspicious, he's definitely not a good person." Ma Feifei scoffed and strolled around the Imperial Capital with the air of a playboy.

"Young man, young man..." The furtive man saw that Ma Feifei didn't go to find him, but instead walked straight away, so he quickly chased after him.

Ma Feifei frowned, looking at the person blocking her way.

He was not old, not even thirty, with a cultivation level of Spirit Sect First Stage, and an ordinary appearance, the kind of person you wouldn't notice in a crowd.

"What's up?" Ma Feifei asked.

"Hehe, didn't you see me waving at you, young man?" The man chuckled, then, without waiting for Ma Feifei's reply, added, "It's alright if you didn't see me. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Yan Cong, and I'm a cultivator without any sect or affiliation."

Ma Feifei nodded, glanced at the book in Yan Cong's hand with a playful look, and said, "And then?"

Yan Cong glanced around and said in a low voice, "Young man, could we find a quiet place to talk? Don't worry, I, Yan Cong, have absolutely no ill intentions towards you."

Ma Feifei readily nodded and said, "Okay, lead the way."

"Ah? Oh, okay, okay, little brother, come with me." Ma Feifei's sudden change in attitude caught Yan Cong. Without thinking too much, he led Ma Feifei back to the corner they had just turned and into a small alley.