Oliver Sheng immediately passed the Flood Dragon Devouring Technique to Chi Tiansheng.
“From now on, you will cultivate this method. Understood?” Oliver said to Chi Tiansheng.
“Yes, General,” Chi Tiansheng nodded.
As long as Oliver fed him well, he would obey anything Oliver said.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to the barracks’ kitchen,” Oliver handed over the training of the troops to his subordinates.
He was curious to see how much Chi Tiansheng could eat and what effect the Flood Dragon Devouring Technique would have on him.
Oliver led Chi Tiansheng and Wang Zhan to the barracks’ kitchen.
The kitchen was large, with many cooks, as it had to cater to the meals of twenty thousand people.
“Bring up two large basins of cooked meat first,” Oliver ordered.
“Yes, General.”
Soon, two large basins of meat were brought up, along with a jar of Western Wind Blaze.
“Eat, don’t be shy,” Oliver said.
Wang Zhan grabbed the jar and started drinking, afraid someone might snatch it from him.
Chi Tiansheng looked at the two large basins of meat, drooling.
“General, is this really for me?” He couldn’t believe it; he had never seen so much meat before.
“Of course, there’s more if you finish it,” Oliver nodded with a smile.
Only then did Chi Tiansheng start eating. He quickly finished the two basins of meat, while Wang Zhan only ate a little to go with his drink.
“This is good stuff, like immortal wine, strong and satisfying,” Wang Zhan said, drinking the Western Wind Blaze with a look of contentment.
Chi Tiansheng ate ten basins of meat before he was barely full, patting his belly with embarrassment.
Zhao Li and the cooks who brought the meat looked at Chi Tiansheng in disbelief. One person ate as much as ten, and he still seemed unsatisfied.
“If you’re not full, you can continue. I said I’d let you eat your fill, so don’t worry,” Oliver said with a smile.
“Then bring three more basins,” Chi Tiansheng said shyly, thinking he had found the right person to follow this time.
No one had ever given him so much meat to eat like Oliver did, with meat in abundance.
The two cooks nearly slipped and fell. Damn, they had a big eater here, someone who ate as much as ten people.
In the end, Chi Tiansheng ate a total of twenty large basins of meat before he was full, scaring everyone.
“From now on, give him this amount of food every meal,” Oliver ordered.
“Yes, General,” the cooks replied.
To Oliver, it didn’t matter how much meat was eaten; he could afford it. The storeroom was piled high with silver, and he spent a large sum daily, yet the silver kept increasing.
“General, what about me?” Wang Zhan looked at Oliver expectantly.
“You? You get a jar of wine every five days. When you break through to the Prenatal Realm, you get a jar every two days. If you reach the Grandmaster level, you get a jar every day,” Oliver said to Wang Zhan.
He didn’t want Wang Zhan to slack off. Oliver’s subordinates were seriously lacking in Prenatal and Postnatal Realm leaders.
Wang Zhan felt a bit down.
“Alright, for the sake of a jar every two days, I’ll quickly advance to the Prenatal Realm,” he decided to work hard for the wine.
Oliver placed Wang Zhan in his personal guard. He needed to observe Wang Zhan’s character and background first.
Chi Tiansheng was assigned to the heavy cavalry. Oliver planned to train Chi Tiansheng to be the leader of the heavy cavalry.
A few days later, Chi Tiansheng, cultivating the Flood Dragon Devouring Technique and never lacking meat, progressed rapidly.
In just a few days, he reached the Great Perfection Martial Artist level, with strength surpassing ten thousand pounds, comparable to an early Prenatal Martial Artist, his blood energy as vigorous as a flood dragon.
It seemed this cultivation method was tailor-made for Chi Tiansheng.
Seeing Chi Tiansheng’s transformation, Oliver felt he had found a treasure. If Chi Tiansheng’s cultivation improved further, he would become a formidable general under Oliver’s command.
In the following days, Oliver focused on training the troops.
Half a month later, an old Taoist with white hair and an immortal aura arrived at River West County.
His eyes held a hint of expectation.
“After searching for so long, don’t let me down.”
The old Taoist walked straight to the barracks, holding a horsetail whisk, his grey-green robe spotless.
“Who goes there? This is a restricted military area, no strangers allowed,” the guard shouted as the Taoist approached.
“I am Taoist Astral. Inform your general that I wish to see him,” Taoist Astral said.
The guards were unsure what to do. The Taoist didn’t seem friendly and spoke with a commanding tone.
“Hurry up!”
Seeing the guards hesitate, Taoist Astral shouted impatiently. If not for the military aura that could impact his divine soul, he would have entered the barracks directly, without wasting words.
The guards exchanged glances, sensing trouble. One quickly ran off to report.
The soldier soon found Oliver, who was training his subordinates.
“General, there’s trouble. An old white-haired Taoist is outside the barracks, demanding to see you. He doesn’t seem friendly,” the soldier reported.
“A Taoist, asking for me?” Oliver frowned.
He hadn’t interacted much with Taoists, except for Nolan Dan. He didn’t know any other cultivators.
Judging by the soldier’s report, the Taoist didn’t seem friendly.
“Let’s go see what’s going on,” Oliver said.
Wang Zhan and Chi Tiansheng followed Oliver to the barracks’ entrance.
Wang Zhan was now part of Oliver’s personal guard. Chi Tiansheng, honest and with a special constitution, was also kept close by Oliver for guidance.
With a few personal guards, Oliver arrived at the barracks’ entrance and saw an old Taoist with white hair and a green robe standing there, looking indifferent.
As Oliver approached, Taoist Astral’s eyes flashed with a strange light but quickly returned to normal.
To him, Oliver was like a blazing furnace, his blood energy terrifying, as if a flood dragon lurked within his body.
Oliver’s intuition told him this was no ordinary Taoist.
Having cultivated the Visualize of Gods and Demons, Oliver’s mental strength was now powerful and sensitive.
The seemingly immortal Taoist Astral gave Oliver an uncomfortable feeling. He walked over expressionlessly.
“Who are you, and what do you want from me?” Oliver asked directly.
“You are Oliver Sheng?”
Taoist Astral looked at Oliver, his tone indifferent, like a god looking down on a mortal, devoid of emotion.
“I am,” Oliver confirmed.
A Taoist suddenly seeking him out by name puzzled Oliver.
And the Taoist didn’t seem friendly.
“I am Taoist Astral. Do you know the fox demon?” Taoist Astral asked.
“Fox demon? I don’t know any fox demon,” Oliver shook his head, though he knew who the old Taoist was referring to.
“Do you know the consequences of lying to me?” Taoist Astral looked at Oliver.
“Hey, old Taoist, how dare you speak to my brother like that,” Chi Tiansheng said, displeased.
If Oliver gave the word, Chi Tiansheng would rush up and beat the old Taoist to death.
Oliver fed him well every day, no longer making him endure hunger, with every meal full of meat. To Chi Tiansheng, Oliver was like a reborn parent, a benefactor.
Moreover, Oliver provided him with cultivation methods and pills, guiding his cultivation. In these days, Chi Tiansheng had come to see Oliver as his leader.
Anyone who disrespected his brother would face his fists.
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