What are you objecting to?

Mu Feng had been worried about "Ding Chen" encountering any accidents while defending the Blood River Forest against the demons.

But he hadn't expected that the Ninth Prince would have good luck, with his talented brother assisting him. Not only did he avoid any trouble, but he also gained the appreciation of Pei Menglong.

Given time, there might even be an opportunity for him to rise to prominence.

"Young Master Sheng, this is a good thing!" Mu Feng said to Li Sheng.

Li Sheng didn't care about Chen Xian's strength, as the Surging Origin Realm wasn't much. He himself was in the Surging Origin Realm, and there were even more Demon Slayer Soldiers in the Surging Origin Realm in the Ninth Battalion.

"Oh, what good thing?" he asked Mu Feng.

Mu Feng explained, "Think about it. If this fellow is capable, he'll kill more demons, earn more merit, and a lot of that merit will be credited to you, Young Master Sheng."

"After this battle ends and the court rewards merit, you'll be comfortably sitting in your tent, gaining merit without lifting a finger. Isn't that a good thing?"

Li Sheng nodded in agreement. "It is indeed a good thing. But Pei Menglong wants to take Chen Xian away, cutting off a great opportunity for me to earn merit. What do you think I should do?"

Before Mu Feng could speak, Wang Pei snorted, "Who does Pei Menglong think he is, daring to snatch someone from in front of Young Master Sheng? Does he not want to live anymore?"

Li Sheng frowned. While he was a bit of a dandy, he wasn't stupid.

Although the Pei family couldn't compare to his Li family, Pei Menglong was indeed a capable individual.

Even General Sun of the Ninth Battalion didn't dare to suppress Pei Menglong's arrogance.

He had come to the Demon-Slaying Pass and had yet to achieve any merit. Even the little merit he had was gained by the cook soldiers led by "Ding Chen" during this period, which was credited to him, but it wasn't enough to be considered significant.

Therefore, the only thing he could use to suppress Pei Menglong was his status as the grandson of a Duke.

But this was a military camp. If Pei Menglong played by the rules, he would have to do the same.

Li Sheng looked at Mu Feng, feeling that Mu Feng was slightly better than the brainless idiot Wang Pei.

Mu Feng pondered for a moment and said, "I think you could change your attitude towards the cook soldiers. For example, you could reward them with resources needed for cultivation, such as pills, spirit meat, cultivation techniques, weapons, armor, and warhorses. You could also assign some young and energetic soldiers to them, so they would be more ferocious when fighting the enemy on the battlefield."

"Of course, you could also expand their numbers, perhaps from one hundred to three hundred."

"If you do this, I believe Chen Xian wouldn't want to leave the cook soldiers."

"I object!"

As soon as Wang Pei heard this, he immediately spoke up. He looked at Li Sheng, about to say something, but suddenly his gaze fell on Liu Dingchun.

Li Sheng frowned slightly and said to Liu Dingchun, "General Liu, you go attend to your duties first. I'll send someone to inform you of any decisions."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Liu Dingchun nodded repeatedly and withdrew from the tent.

Li Sheng looked at Wang Pei and asked, "What are you objecting to?"

Wang Pei glanced at Mu Feng and said, "Young Master Sheng, don't forget that 'Ding Chen' is the Ninth Prince. If you cultivate him like this, what if you are nurturing a tiger that will bring disaster upon you?"

Li Sheng's eyebrows shot up. He hadn't forgotten this point, but "Ding Chen" had a strong fate and was still alive and well.

Mu Feng frowned and said, "Young Master Sheng, you only want to target the Ninth Prince. In fact, you could do this: promote Chen Xian to Second Lieutenant or Lieutenant in the cook soldiers, which could also sow jealousy among them, allowing you to win over Chen Xian and others to cultivate them for your own benefit."

"If they are willing to serve you, wouldn't it be easy to get rid of 'Ding Chen'?"

Li Sheng's eyes lit up. He felt that Mu Feng was right. This way, not only would Chen Xian be stabilized, but if he could cultivate Chen Xian to earn merit for him, his military rank in the camp would also increase.

Wang Pei, sitting beside them, did not object for once. He couldn't find any flaws in Mu Feng's suggestion.

Seeing Wang Pei remain silent, Li Sheng immediately slammed the table and declared, "Let's do it!"

Wang Pei suddenly said, "Young Master Sheng, this method is feasible, but I don't recommend increasing their troops. Once their power grows, it will be difficult to control."

Li Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly. Since he wanted to win Chen Xian over as his own, he couldn't do it without some sincerity.

"Three hundred men it is! Promote Chen Xian to Lieutenant in the cook soldiers, in charge of the cook soldiers' camp. Report any matters directly to me or Liu Dingchun."

Upon hearing this, Mu Feng smiled and said, "Young Master Sheng acts decisively and is destined for great things."

Wang Pei glanced at Mu Feng and remained silent.

He had a feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint it.

"You two drink first. I'm going to General Sun's tent for a chat." Li Sheng, beaming with pride, stood up and walked out of the tent.

As soon as Li Sheng left.

Wang Pei glared at Mu Feng. "What are your intentions in giving Young Master Sheng such advice?"

Mu Feng picked up his wine cup and took a sip. "I don't understand what Brother Wang means."

Wang Pei snorted, "Mu Feng, stop pretending. Don't think I don't know that Consort Su, the Ninth Prince's mother, once spoke up for your Mu family. You remember the favor and are secretly helping the Ninth Prince."

Mu Feng's expression turned cold, and he raised his voice. "Wang Pei, if you say that, I, Mu Feng, will turn hostile. Did Consort Su help my Mu family back then? She almost ruined my Mu family."

"The Ninth Prince has no background or power, and he's useless. Why would I secretly help him? What benefit would it bring to me and my Mu family?"

Wang Pei stared at Mu Feng with cold eyes, then suddenly chuckled, "Brother Mu, don't get agitated. We are all supporters of the Sixth Prince, so we naturally don't want to see the Ninth Prince gain power and rise, do we?"

"It's good that you understand!" Mu Feng turned his face away in anger.

"Calm down, calm down..." Wang Pei raised his wine cup to clink with Mu Feng's. Mu Feng didn't dwell on it too much, picked up his cup, and drank it down in one gulp.

It was dusk.

Liu Dingchun personally led people to the cooks' camp to supplement two hundred cook soldiers, all of whom were young and strong, in the mid-to-late Blood Moving Stage or at the peak of the Blood Moving Stage.

Along with them came cultivation resources, as well as armor, warhorses, and good weapons.

This scene left Chen Xian and the others bewildered.

"Greetings, General Liu!"

Ding Chen stepped forward with his men to pay their respects.

Liu Dingchun nodded inwardly. "Who is Chen Xian?"

"This subordinate is!" Chen Xian stepped forward.

Liu Dingchun sized Chen Xian up. Although he knew Chen Xian was only eighteen years old, seeing him in person, he was secretly surprised. He truly was a distinguished-looking young man.

"Effective immediately, Chen Xian is promoted to Lieutenant of the Cooks' Camp, commanding three hundred cook soldiers. You will follow my orders. Of course, if you have any questions, you can also consult your direct superior, Captain Li."

Liu Dingchun announced publicly.

Not only Chen Xian and his men were stunned, but Liao Zipeng, Second Lieutenant Lu, and others who had come along were also taken aback.

Liao Zipeng, in particular, was deeply resentful that less than a day had passed, and Chen Xian was now at the same rank as him.

However, when he thought that Chen Xian was working for Young Master Li Sheng, he felt slightly more at ease.

"Lieutenant?"

Chen Xian frowned and exchanged glances with Ding Chen, Wang Yan, and the others beside him.

At this moment, a lieutenant stepped forward, handing over armor and a lieutenant's token, and said coldly, "Congratulations, Lieutenant Chen!"

"Thank you, General!"

Chen Xian didn't say much. He took the armor and token and turned to hand them over to Xue Qishan.

Liu Dingchun smiled and said, "Work hard. If you need anything, you can come to Captain Li or me. You will be in charge of the Cooks' Camp."

"Yes, General!" Chen Xian nodded.

He wasn't foolish. Expanding the Cooks' Camp was both good and not so good.

The fact that he was specifically promoted to Lieutenant clearly indicated an intention to sow discord.