Chapter 38: Nine Treasure Chests! A Huge Profit!

After Wang Jian led the many generals away.

On the training grounds.

Familiar military officers like Zhang Han gathered around, along with many elite soldiers.

"Congratulations, Commandant."

"Congratulations, Military Officer Commander."

Everyone offered their congratulations to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng naturally wore a smile and returned the greetings with cupped fists.

"It's a pity."

"If only the Commandant could lead troops in our Commandant's Battalion."

"With the Commandant's strength, our battalion could definitely sweep through everything," Zhang Han said with a look of disappointment.

"What? Are you that dissatisfied with your Commander Wang?" Zhao Feng teased with a laugh.

"It's not dissatisfaction, but rather a feeling that our Commander is a bit strange; he lacks that aggressive spirit for leading troops."

"Furthermore, ever since he took command, our battalion has basically stayed in the rear. We haven't had many chances to charge into battle, and we can only watch the other battalions in the army kill enemies and earn merits," Zhang Han said somewhat helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Feng understood instantly.

Why were they always kept in the rear?

Without a doubt, it was because of Wang Yan.

She was the daughter of the Grand General; how could Li Teng truly let her lead troops into battle? If something actually went wrong, how could he bear the responsibility?

This time, ordering Wang Yan to guard Yangcheng was also a move for safety.

He had never imagined that the fellow Bao Yuan would be lurking in Yangcheng.

Estimating that upon receiving the news, Li Teng's fear would not be the cutting of the grain supply route, but rather the worry that Wang Yan would be harmed by Bao Yuan.

"There must always be troops left to guard the rear. Has the battle of Yangcheng not served as a warning?" Zhao Feng smiled.

"The Commandant is right."

"But the brothers still want to go to the front to fight the enemy," Zhang Han said helplessly.

"Everything will depend on the Commander-in-Chief's deployment," Zhao Feng could only say casually.

These matters were not for him to decide.

Afterward.

Zhao Feng bid temporary farewell to Zhang Han and the others and returned to his quarters.

He closed the door.

He set aside his Commandant's military uniform, armor, and sword.

"Claim the treasure box rewards," Zhao Feng said impatiently.

Advancing in rank was equivalent to nine levels—nine treasure boxes!

Zhao Feng was truly looking forward to it.

"Host has promoted to Centurion, obtained one Tier-1 treasure box."

"Host has promoted..."

"Host has obtained a total of nine Tier-1 treasure boxes," the panel prompted.

"Nine Tier-1 treasure boxes. I hope I can pull out something good."

Zhao Feng wore a smile, filled with anticipation.

Then.

He issued the command: "Open all treasure boxes."

"Open all Tier-1 treasure boxes."

"Obtained Tier-2 Low-grade [Longquan Sword]."

"Obtained Tier-1 Mid-grade [Hemostatic Powder Formula]."

"Obtained [Movable Type Printing] records."

"Obtained [Papermaking Technique] records."

"Obtained Profound-grade High-grade [Dragon Descending Palm]."

"Obtained Tier-2 High-grade [Great Return Pill], one bottle."

"Obtained [One Thousand Taels of Gold]."

"Obtained Yellow-grade Mid-grade [Intermediate Internal Cultivation Technique]."

"Obtained Profound-grade Low-grade [Dragon-Elephant Sutra]."

When all the boxes were opened.

Zhao Feng's vision was momentarily dazzled, but his gaze instantly locked onto the last two.

"My goodness."

"Finally, my luck has turned around once. I actually pulled two cultivation techniques at once."

"The legendary cultivation techniques—I actually obtained them."

"Dragon-Elephant Sutra."

"Is it the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill?"

"But why does it feel different?"

With excitement, Zhao Feng temporarily bypassed the others and directly extracted these two techniques.

"Extracting Mid-grade Internal Cultivation, extracting Dragon-Elephant Sutra," Zhao Feng extracted them immediately.

In the next moment.

It felt as if a divine transmission was pouring into his mind.

The mental formulas of the two techniques were directly branded into his sea of consciousness.

"Although I haven't practiced them, the higher-level one seems stronger. Not for any other reason, but simply because the Dragon-Elephant Sutra is at a higher level."

"I'll cultivate this one," Zhao Feng smiled, letting his thoughts sink completely into the Dragon-Elephant Sutra.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's heart was filled with the excitement of obtaining cultivation techniques.

In addition to picking up attributes, Zhao Feng now possessed the joy of cultivating techniques.

It was as if cultivation, which he previously felt was something ethereal and vague, had now become something tangible.

"The Dragon-Elephant Sutra is divided into nine layers. Each layer practiced increases strength by a thousand catties. Upon reaching the ninth layer, one possesses the strength of a dragon and an elephant. This technique seems stronger than the internal cultivation technique, but it feels like it's just a foundational technique."

"It's fine. Being able to draw a technique is already a blessing; I can get even better ones in the future," Zhao Feng thought happily.

Having just obtained his first technique, Zhao Feng didn't care whether it was profound or not; this was a real, tangible cultivation technique!

Right now, it was a martial arts technique.

What if he obtained immortal cultivation techniques in the future?

Or even stronger techniques!

Then it would truly be extraordinary.

"Longquan Sword."

With another thought, Zhao Feng extracted it.

A divine weapon, shimmering with a cold light and far beyond what could be forged in this era, appeared in Zhao Feng's hand.

"A fine sword."

"The Longquan Sword—this is a famous blade!" Zhao Feng held the Longquan Sword, feeling immense joy.

With a divine weapon in hand, this was his trump card for survival on the battlefield.

"The [Dragon Descending Palm], which is even higher than my cultivation technique... my luck is truly good today." Zhao Feng continued to extract.

Then, he attempted to practice this martial skill.

"Although it's not the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the martial arts worlds in my memory, this seems even stronger. However, I currently cannot unleash the power of this skill; it seems to require True Qi. What True Qi do I have right now?"

After trying to practice the skill, Zhao Feng felt somewhat disappointed.

The power of this technique relied on True Qi. For the current Zhao Feng, what even was True Qi?

"One martial skill, two cultivation techniques."

"This is already satisfying enough."

"And the Hemostatic Powder formula—that is something worth a fortune."

"I'll sell it when the price is right."

"Movable Type Printing? Papermaking too?"

"This is truly laying a foundation for me. If I truly reach the end of the Qin Dynasty and decide to fight for power, I can use these to break the monopoly of the nobility. These are divine tools for governing the world."

"My luck has truly exploded this time."

"Nine treasure boxes!"

"This can be considered a gift from Qin Shi Huang."

"Promotions in official rank and nobility grant treasure boxes."

"It seems that to become stronger, I must climb the ladder step by step."

"Kill enemies and earn merits; everyone gets what they need."

"Beautiful!"

Looking at these extracted treasures, all of which were related to his strength and his future, Zhao Feng was naturally overjoyed.

Every single one of them could be considered priceless.

"I'll try practicing this technique today. Tomorrow, I'll see how Wang Jian arranges my military command."

"I wonder which army they will send me to," Zhao Feng thought to himself.

At that moment!

Footsteps sounded at the door.

"Is Commandant Zhao in?"

A stranger's voice rang out from outside.

"What is it?" Zhao Feng replied, putting away the Longquan Sword.

In the next moment.

The hall doors opened.

Two logistics soldiers walked in, each carrying a box.