Shearing Ying Zheng's Wool, the Benevolent Confucian Junior Brother Fusu is Shocked to See Zhao Cheng

The crowd was plunged into a somber silence.

Suddenly, Zhao Cheng shouted, "Zhang Han, have this technique carved onto a stone tablet and erected in the camp. Every member of the Blood-Clad Army may practice it!"

"You shall oversee the training according to this method!"

The crowd was stunned. They were included too?

Zhang Han carefully took the Blood Refining manual from Zhao Cheng, looking at him in disbelief.

"General, this is a secret technique. To carve it directly onto a tablet in the camp? This..."

Zhao Cheng didn't seem to mind. "This is only the first volume. The subsequent volumes will require military merit to exchange for."

"However, the medicinal powder is precious and limited. They have earned merit following me into battle, so they may exchange for it. You will have to wait until you have earned merit in future battles to exchange for yours. Consider this a reward for them risking their lives with me. Do you have any objections?"

Zhang Han bowed deeply. "The... the Blood-Clad Army has already received a heaven-sent grace by obtaining this secret technique. How could there be any objections?"

Zhao Cheng nodded and looked at Feng Quan and the others. "This technique is simple to practice. As long as you can endure the hardship, it won't be long before you can join the Blood-Clad Army."

"However, time is short, so you must give it your all!"

The soldiers gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, and swore fiercely, "We do not fear hardship! General, wait for us—we will definitely join the Blood-Clad Army! We will continue to follow by your side!"

Zhao Cheng nodded. "Good. You are now considered reserves for the Blood-Clad Army. In one month, your fate will be decided."

"Furthermore, you have been training with Zhang Han, but your