Chapter 8: All Attributes Break Through Three Hundred! Obtained the Method of Divine Sense Manipulation!

"But it won't be long now."

"Once I scavenge a bit more in the city, all my attributes will reach over three hundred."

"By then, I should be able to get another treasure chest reward," Zhao Feng thought, feeling quite pleased.

The cleanup outside Yang City was complete.

There were almost no Qin soldiers left alive outside the walls; any survivors had already been rescued by their comrades.

This was an iron rule of the Qin army, or perhaps a bond of brotherhood—as long as one was still alive and breathing, even if the army retreated, their comrades would carry them back.

"Logistics First Battalion, assemble!"

Luo Chao shouted the order.

The logistics soldiers belonging to his battalion began to gather.

Zhao Feng was naturally among them.

"The area outside the city has been cleared."

"Next, we must clear the interior."

"The inside is not like the outside. Outside, they were all our Great Qin comrades, but inside, most of the corpses belong to the enemy. You must be cautious and prudent during the cleanup. Keep your blades unsheathed at all times; don't lose your lives for nothing."

"For this cleanup, our Logistics First Battalion will serve as the vanguard, clearing the gate towers and the outer city."

"In short, everyone, stay vigilant."

Luo Chao instructed the thousand logistics soldiers before him.

Afterward, Luo Chao waved his hand.

Led by their respective centurions, they moved into the city in an orderly fashion.

However, having heard Luo Chao’s warning, many soldiers became cautious. If any enemy soldiers were feigning death to launch a surprise attack, it would indeed be extremely dangerous.

That was exactly what happened when Bao Qiu had feigned death that day, only to suddenly rise and kill.

"All of you, be careful later, especially you, Zhao Feng."

"Those enemy soldiers have already faced life and death; they are desperate men. If you find any living enemy soldiers, call for help immediately to surround and kill them."

Wei Quan turned his head to instruct everyone, emphasizing Zhao Feng in particular.

After all, Zhao Feng tended to get completely lost in his work when carrying corpses.

"Don't worry, Centurion," Zhao Feng nodded, looking very serious.

He wasn't afraid, though. With his current attributes, he didn't need to fight a hundred men—a dozen enemies in front of him weren't enough to kill him.

Every casual strike carried five hundred jin of force, and his speed was incredibly fast. To kill him, one would need a rain of arrows or to trap him in a deep encirclement.

Of course, Zhao Feng understood the potential for an enemy counterattack.

The Qin army was known throughout the world for its ferocity, and the existence of the military merit system turned every Qin soldier into a weapon of slaughter.

Unless the enemy surrendered in an organized manner with large numbers, the Qin army might accept it.

But once a city was breached, there was no such thing as surrender. The Qin elite soldiers would hunt them down relentlessly; even those who surrendered to their faces would be killed, as every elite soldier was looking to earn military merit.

Therefore, the enemy knew that surrendering wouldn't save their lives, so they would naturally fight to the death.

If you kill one, you break even; if you kill two, you make a profit.

Such was the cruelty of this era.

Upon entering the city, the scene was even more tragic than outside.

Corpses and blood were everywhere, staining the gate towers. Severed limbs were scattered about; an ordinary person would surely vomit at the sight.

At first, Zhao Feng had vomited when he arrived at the battlefield, but after dealing with corpses for so many days, he had grown accustomed to it.

"Brothers, let's change the rules."

"Ten brothers will finish off the wounded, twenty will transport, and the remaining twenty will move corpses with me," Zhao Feng said, turning to the fifty men under his command.

"Understood!"

The soldiers replied in unison, and Zhao Feng led them toward the gate tower to clear the stairs first.

Looking at the jumbled pile of corpses, Zhao Feng glanced over them and began to move them.

"Touched ordinary soldier, picked up 1 point of Strength."

"Picked up 1 point of Speed."

"Picked up 1 point of Spirit."

...

As Zhao Feng started working again, he began to frantically collect attributes.

As the gate tower was the first to be taken during the Qin siege, there were no Han soldiers feigning death to be found for the moment.

Time passed.

After Zhao Feng tossed two enemy corpses onto the ox cart

"All attributes have exceeded 300. Reward: Tier 1 Treasure Chest."

"Number of people scavenged exceeded one thousand. Reward: [Method of Divine Sense Activation]." A prompt appeared on the panel.

"Comforting."

"My strength has advanced further."

"The corpse-carrying duty really suits me perfectly."

As all his attributes exceeded three hundred, Zhao Feng felt his body become even more powerful, from the inside out.

"Open the Tier 1 treasure chest," Zhao Feng ordered immediately.

He now understood that every time his total attributes reached a threshold, he would receive a treasure chest reward.

"Opening Tier 1 treasure chest."

"Obtained: Tier 1 High-Grade [Black Iron Bow]," the panel prompted.

"Not bad, it didn't disappoint," Zhao Feng was very satisfied.

A Tier 1 high-grade bow was definitely a powerful weapon.

"Method of Divine Sense Activation?"

Zhao Feng then looked at the reward he had received for scavenging a thousand people.

"Extract, learn." With a sense of curiosity, Zhao Feng learned it directly.

A golden light flashed over Zhao Feng.

In an instant, he understood.

"So that's how it is."

"Divine sense is mental power. This activation method allows one to release mental power to perceive the outside world."

"Isn't this the cultivation of divine sense I read about in novels from my past life?"

"My god."

"I actually possess this ability," Zhao Feng thought excitedly.

He then tried to use this method of divine sense.

Sure enough, he felt that his perception was no longer limited to his own body. Even with his eyes closed, he could see everything around him clearly.

After testing it

"The range of this divine sense is three zhang; it should be equivalent to my mental power."

"This is a trump card."

"With my divine sense spread out, everything within three zhang is clear to me without any blind spots. No one will be able to sneak up on me."

"Moreover, I can clearly tell who is feigning death."

"However, although this mental power can be projected, it doesn't seem to have transformed into a true divine sense yet, so I still cannot sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"Or perhaps, does spiritual energy not exist in this world?" Zhao Feng thought to himself.

He opened his attribute panel.

Age: 15

Strength: 512 (The stronger the strength, the more corresponding force can be unleashed.)

Speed: 365 (The higher the number, the faster the speed.)

Physique: 321 (The stronger the physique, the faster the recovery from injury, and the more inexhaustible the stamina.)

Spirit: 321 (The stronger the spirit, the clearer the mind and thoughts. Mental power can be projected; when it grows to a certain level, one can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.)

Lifespan: 86 years and 118 days

Personal Space: 3 cubic meters

Martial Arts: Burst Fist (Mastery: Primary; one punch can unleash twice the user's own strength.)

"Take it one step at a time. Continuing to scavenge attributes to become stronger is the only way."

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng put aside his speculation about spiritual energy, refocused, and continued to move the Han soldiers' corpses to collect attributes.

Time flowed on in this process.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Yang City, the elite soldiers of the Lantian First Main Camp were hunting down the Han army that had fled from Yang City.

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(End of chapter)