The Champion Martial General's Arrival
"A win-win situation! What a great idea!" Elder Jiang said with a smile. "How do you plan to cooperate?"
"I will appoint academic officials to be responsible for creating files for the students. Those with good character and talent will be noted down and reported to me, and I will personally select the list of those to be trained. The outstanding ones will be personally interviewed by me, and they can be signed in advance and sent to my territory for special training," he replied. "These foods are the touchstone; those who can use these resources to break through to the extraordinary level must all be exceptionally talented and worth recruiting."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "If you have the perseverance and can endure hardship, it doesn't matter if you're not naturally gifted."
He has the advantage of the Spirit Rune Restroom, so hard work can make up for any shortcomings.
The food for a mere thousand people is insignificant to the Xuanwei Monastery at present, but giving ordinary people a chance might bring some unexpected surprises.
"It's good that you have a comprehensive plan—" Elder Jiang nodded, "Given your status, you're indeed not suited to handle these mundane matters—"
His gaze shifted to Uncle Tang standing to the side. "Little Tang, go and visit the various schools to discuss cooperation opportunities."
"Yes, sir." Uncle Tang nodded.
"Uncle Tang, then take Shang Cheng with you and see if he's a good fit for me." Lin Xu said with a smile, looking at Uncle Tang.
"Please rest assured, sir." Uncle Tang nodded.
"Someone else has arrived." Lin Xu tilted his head slightly, seemingly seeing Zhao Chengyuan downstairs carrying expensive gifts through the wall. "It's quite a bustling place."
This was someone I knew—the chief of the Night Watchers's South District branch.
"This is out of respect for you... It's only natural to side with the powerful." Elder Jiang sighed softly, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes. "A-Xu, go and attend to your affairs in the territory. I'll handle these people."
Deep within the mist.
A massive army slowly advanced, its 30,000-strong force forming a powerful Source Fire that dispelled the thick fog, creating a blank space several kilometers in diameter.
Banners filled the sky, and armor gleamed brightly.
The army, in groups of a thousand, stretched out in the wilderness, resembling a moving wall of bronze and iron.
The evil monsters they encountered along the way were crushed into dust in a single encounter when they collided with this army.
A force of approximately 300 heavy cavalrymen, clad in spirit-enchanted armor and wielding lances, marched silently.
The yellow horse carried a load of one or two hundred catties for a long march without showing the slightest fatigue.
On either side of the heavy cavalry were two light cavalry regiments, each with 500 men, forming a triangular formation with the heavy cavalry, seemingly always maintaining a charging formation.
Giant eagles with wingspans of six or seven meters soared in the sky, with knights in leather armor patrolling on their backs, bows in hand.
The Giant Eagle Knights are not a superhuman unit, but their ability to fly gives them tactical value far exceeding that of lower-level superhumans.
The most striking feature of this massive army, however, was the five Mountain-Bearing Turtle positioned at the very center of the formation.
The turtle's body is over one kilometer long and more than four hundred meters tall, with a majestic castle standing on its back, surrounded by ballistae and catapults, and armored soldiers gleaming in the sun.
On the central giant tortoise castle, a general clad in radiant armor stood atop the city wall, scanning the desolate land before him with a spirit-patterned telescope.
A horde of bewildered monsters wandered the wilderness, unaware that their doom was imminent.
Such a large army soon attracted predators lurking in the fog.
A force of over a thousand Beastmen emerged from the mist and slowly approached the advancing army.
Among these armies of Ungor and Gor Beastmen were a group of over a hundred strong minotaurs, clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp axes, who were a nightmare for ordinary armies.
"Damn fog of war mechanics—" General Li Meng muttered to himself.
The misty world of the Spirit Realm is unique; it can even spawn monster armies based on the strength of the target.
Take the Beastmen tribe in front of us, for example. Under normal circumstances, such a force would have already settled somewhere in the Spirit Realm and established a town. How could they possibly be wandering around the wasteland for no reason?
"Let me go." A slightly excited voice came from behind. "It's rare to encounter a worthy opponent. Consider it an appetizer before the main course!"
Li Meng tilted his head slightly. "General Xu, go and return quickly."
"Don't worry about me!" The burly Xu Yueming laughed heartily, his heavy spirit-patterned armor feeling as light as a feather. Holding a long spear wreathed in a true dragon and emitting a faint blue light, he turned and descended the castle.
A dozen minutes later, Li Meng, standing on the city wall, watched as a troop of heavy cavalry left the ranks and charged toward the Beastmen blocking the way for the main army.
"Martial Arts Skill: Gale!"
A cyan ripple spread rapidly from the long spear in Xu Yueming's hand, instantly enveloping the entire heavy cavalry.
At this moment, the entire cavalry unit became connected and united as one, their speed suddenly increasing, like an arrow piercing through the orcs ahead!
"Martial Arts Skill: Crescent Slash!"
Just as they charged forward, Xu Yueming swung his long spear, and in an instant, the entire cavalry unit simultaneously brandished their spears.
Invisible blade energies overlapped and transformed into crescent-shaped blades several meters wide, slicing through the air, passing over the Ungor, and striking the minotaur located in the center of the group a hundred meters away.
Blood mist splattered, mixed with shattered flesh and armor, carving a bloody mud through the monster horde.
The minotaur's heavy armor was torn to shreds almost like paper, and it dragged its tattered body to the ground, howling in agony.
"Bang!"
It was almost like tigers entering a flock of sheep; the entire cavalry charge crashed into Ungor.
Li Meng looked calmly at the Ungor being trampled by the heavy cavalry.
With the profession of a military general and the Champion Template, Xu Yueming on the battlefield is simply Xiang Yu Regeneration!
"Almost there. At this pace, we'll reach our destination in three more days."
Because the compass was interfered with, the distance between the two territories appeared greater; otherwise, the army would have already arrived at its destination.
"The army is finally formed!" Lin Xu looked at the 1,300 soldiers in iron armor in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.
These are the first batch of soldiers trained in the territory. Although their combat skills are only at a basic level, their combat power has exceeded expectations when equipped with a full set of spirit-patterned gear.
"The second batch of soldiers will be ready in a week. In two weeks at most, the territory will be armed with an army of nearly 4,000 men."
He looked at the troops busy with their drills, then withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
In response to the threat from the Jiang Lineage, he drew 3,900 villagers from his territory for training.
For a territory with fewer than 40,000 people, this could be described as militarism.
Fortunately, the Spirit Vein running through the entire territory brought abundant Spiritual Qi, causing a surge in the production of basic food and pasture.
Thinking of this, Lin Xu glanced at the former Chen Lineage Village.
This village originally had no Spirit Vein, and the grain production in the farmland basically followed the rules of the real world. Even though there were no seasonal changes in the Spirit Realm, it could only cultivate three crops a year at most.
However, after integrating into the territory, the Spiritual Qi and spirit pattern arrays brought about a dramatic change to the village. The average harvest time changed from once every four months to once a month, and the yield increased fourfold!