The allocation, use, and replenishment of these treasures were all strictly controlled.
They required approval from the local Ministry of Revenue, meticulous manufacture by the Ministry of Works, and centralized allocation and distribution by the Ministry of War;
Each link locked into the next, the rules were stringent, and not the slightest error was permitted.
"Understood," Qing Chen replied mildly, carefully putting away the Storage Ring.
He knew full well that this was also one of the Imperial Court's means of keeping the army in check.
After all, without replenishment, their fighting strength would plummet.
These talismans imbued with the power of fortune were the Great Jin army's true trump card!
They could forge a heap of loose sand into an iron fist, layering the strength of low-level cultivators until they could even threaten higher-level beings.
Even slay them!
With these talismans, activated through the army's Qi and Blood and the Power of the Human Way, intricate formations and mighty Treasure Ships would become even more powerful, enough to suppress high-level cultivators.
Precisely because drills sometimes consumed these precious fortune resources too, Wei Ting drove them to train themselves half to death.
Poor training meant waste; going onto the battlefield meant throwing their lives away.
And his rank would never rise.
Of course, the Fortune Talismans were also a benefit.
Fortune Talismans of different grades could accelerate cultivation, serving as a form of Immortal Stipend.
Using a year's Immortal Stipend of mid-grade Fortune Talismans to accelerate his cultivation, Qing Chen could gain the equivalent of two or three extra months of arduous practice.
Over five years, that amounted to more than an extra year of cultivation for nothing!
With his high-grade spiritual root and the three Brahma Apertures he had opened, his cultivation already advanced a thousand miles a day;