Suppressing the Yellow Turban rebels was done to quell the unrest in the Han. Naturally, slaying their leaders earned rewards.
The effects of battle merit were immediately apparent. Shi Lan soon received feedback from the crimson dragon overhead.
Once she reached a prefectural government office, she could exchange her battle merit for an official post, formally bestowed by the imperial court.
With an official post, she would belong to the imperial court. In addition to a monthly salary, she would be protected by the Han's national fortune, which repelled evil and warded off calamity. The benefits spoke for themselves.
But Shi Lan had little interest in any of that. She would not remain in this world for long. She had broken the formation just now simply because she owed Liu Bei a favor and could not stand idly by.
Besides, judging by what she knew, the Han might not last much longer.
On the distant city wall, Liu Bei was also somewhat astonished to see Shi Lan break the formation with a single halberd strike.
"We haven't seen each other for only a few months, yet Shi Lan's strength has advanced so much?"
"She's already among the finest of her generation."
Zhang Fei was even more surprised. He had thought Shi Lan would need at least several years to advance further. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but sigh.
"As expected of the Spear God of Penglai, peerless in this age."
Guan Yu took a couple of glances. His jujube-red face revealed nothing; he merely said blandly:
"Not bad."
With the formation's eye shattered, most of the yellow sand filling the sky had dispersed. Only then did the three thousand iron cavalry led by Guan Yinping finally arrive.
Looking up at Shi Lan in midair, Guan Yinping reined