“Oliver, what’s your current cultivation level?” Calvin Yang asked with great curiosity.
Oliver Sheng, the unparalleled prodigy he had watched grow up, had always been a mystery to him. Now, he wanted to know Oliver’s current cultivation level.
In less than a year, Oliver had reached the Martial Saint Realm, a feat so rare that it was almost unheard of in history.
He figured Oliver’s speed in cultivating the Dao wouldn’t be slow either.
“Hehe, Uncle Yang, that’s a secret. I have to keep it confidential,” Oliver replied with a mischievous grin.
Calvin shook his head. “Fine, it’s better if you don’t tell me. It would only demoralize us.”
Just seeing Oliver achieve the Martial Saint Realm was already a heavy blow to him. After over sixty years of cultivation, he had only just touched the threshold of the Great Grandmaster Realm.
Yet Oliver had risen like a comet, stepping into the Martial Saint Realm, delivering a significant blow to his confidence.
“Alright, everyone disperse. Return to your posts and ensure the night patrols are conducted diligently. Any negligence will be dealt with by military law,” Calvin ordered.
Oliver had promoted Calvin to Deputy Commander of the army, assisting him in leading the troops, allowing Oliver to focus less on daily military management.
After the soldiers had dispersed, Oliver called out to Calvin.
“Uncle Yang, wait a moment.”
“What’s up?”
Calvin stopped and looked at Oliver.
“Here, take this. I found it in the Kunlun sect leader’s spatial ring.” Oliver handed a jade bottle to Calvin.
“What’s in it that’s so mysterious?” Calvin took the bottle, opened it, and was immediately stunned.
“Gulp!”
“A Seventh-Grade Breakthrough Pill?” Calvin looked at Oliver, his voice trembling slightly.
Despite his years of defending the border and accumulating military merits, he had never been able to obtain a Seventh-Grade Breakthrough Pill.
Such pills were incredibly precious, and even the Great Wei imperial court couldn’t afford many of them.
Apart from the occasional auction by the Pill Sect, other Taoist sects rarely sold Seventh-Grade Breakthrough Pills.
It was clear how valuable these two pills were.
“Uncle, judging by your aura, you’re already at the Great Perfection of the Grandmaster Realm, with one foot in the Great Grandmaster Realm. These two pills should help you speed up your breakthrough,” Oliver said with a smile.
“I’ll shamelessly accept them then. I can’t refuse such precious pills,” Calvin replied.
This favor was immense.
If he were to break through on his own, it would take at least another five years to possibly reach the Great Grandmaster Realm.
With these two pills, he could break through within two months.
Therefore, he couldn’t refuse these pills.
“Uncle Yang, you better hurry and break through to the Great Grandmaster Realm. Otherwise, I’ll have no generals to rely on,” Oliver joked.
As a Martial Saint leading an army of over two hundred thousand, it was unreasonable for him to have no Great Grandmaster under his command, relying solely on himself.
“Alright, from now on, I’ll be at your service,” Calvin laughed.
He didn’t mind following Oliver’s lead. Calvin’s character was very open-minded; otherwise, he wouldn’t have taught the Overlord Spear Technique to Oliver without reservation.
After Calvin left happily, Oliver began refining pills again. He still had enough herbs to make a few batches of Sixth-Grade Cultivation Pills.
With the experience from the first batch, Oliver quickly refined four batches of Sixth-Grade Pills.
Each batch yielded thirty-nine pills, totaling one hundred and fifty-six pills, which Oliver divided into fifteen bottles, each containing ten pills.
He had used up all his herbs.
The next morning, Oliver summoned his subordinates at the Prenatal Realm. Besides Elliott Sun and two others, there were fifteen in total, including ten under Qin Lin and Zheng Fang.
Sawyer Shangguan, Lin Jiang, Felix Wu, Wang Zhan, and Wu Qi, fifteen Assistant Generals at the Prenatal Realm.
Chi Tiansheng, at the Postnatal Realm at Great Perfection, had strength comparable to the Innate Great Perfection, just waiting to break through to the Prenatal Realm.
Under Oliver’s command, he would gain another early-stage Grandmaster-level warrior.
“These are Sixth-Grade Cultivation Pills, ten pills per bottle, enough for a month’s cultivation,” Oliver distributed the pills to his generals.
“Thank you, General!”
Sawyer Shangguan, Wang Zhan, and the others thanked him excitedly.
“Train hard and improve your cultivation as quickly as possible,” Oliver instructed.
“Yes, sir!”
Oliver gave the remaining six pills to Chi Tiansheng.
“Take these pills and see if you can break through to the Prenatal Realm,” Oliver said to Chi Tiansheng.
“Yes, General.” Chi Tiansheng accepted the pills, scratching his head.
Looking at the burly, muscular man, Oliver felt a headache. As Chi Tiansheng’s cultivation grew, his appetite increased.
Now, even ten cows couldn’t satisfy his hunger in one meal. Fortunately, Oliver had a vast fortune; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to afford it.
After breakfast, the army continued its march towards the Huns’ royal court.
The Huns, under the summons of their elders, had gathered an army of three hundred thousand to guard the royal court.
Having lost thirty thousand elite troops, led by Grand Chanyu Yiqi Zhi to attack Great Wei, the current three hundred thousand troops were clearly inferior to the previous ones.
“Scouts report, the Wei army is approaching the royal court,” an elder said.
“Prepare to request the Ancestor’s intervention.”
The Huns were furious about Oliver’s army invading the grasslands.
But after Oliver’s army annihilated the previous three hundred thousand troops, they didn’t dare to send more soldiers easily.
They feared that losing another three hundred thousand warriors would cripple the Huns.
The Huns’ population was already smaller than the Central Plains dynasty. Losing another few hundred thousand would make it impossible for them to invade the south for the next twenty years.
In the Huns’ royal court, an old Taoist in a dark robe, guarding a pill furnace, looked at the sky above the grasslands.
A flood dragon, condensed from the army’s murderous aura, was heading towards the royal court.
He calculated with his fingers but couldn’t understand why the Seven Killings Star in the sky suddenly shone so brightly.
Moreover, this Seven Killings Star was shining over Great Wei!
When the Seven Killings Star appears, the world is in turmoil.
“Such changes are truly unpredictable,” Gu Yin muttered.
“Master, Great Wei is invading our grasslands. I must go to battle and can no longer stay by your side,” Jin Ridan said to Gu Yin.
“Go ahead,” Gu Yin nodded, his eyes calm.
Jin Ridan left the master’s hall and headed to the barracks. As a Prenatal Realm warrior and a direct descendant of the royal court, he naturally led ten thousand cavalry.
The Huns prepared for war, and for the first time in over a thousand years, the clouds of war loomed over the royal court.
“Fight, fight, and let’s see if this old Taoist can seize a chance to break through to the Yang Spirit,” Gu Yin’s old face showed a strange smile.
But he quickly returned to his expressionless state, as if nothing had happened.
He continued to stoke the Dao fire, refining the pills in the furnace.
……
“Rumble!!”
The sound of countless horse hooves filled the air, like thunder, shaking the earth with an overwhelming momentum.
Hearing the terrifying rumble, the Huns’ army immediately went on alert.
“The Wei army is here, the Wei army is here,” Huns’ scouts shouted as they ran back.
The residents of the Huns’ royal court felt the ground tremble.
The scouts’ shouts shattered the peace of the royal court.
“Prepare for battle, get ready to face the Wei army,” Hun Lixiu shouted.
The three hundred thousand Huns’ army quickly mobilized, cavalry forming ranks, infantry and crossbowmen preparing for battle.
Oliver led his army to the Huns’ royal court, standing two kilometers away from the grand city, with the majestic Tianji Mountains behind it, their peaks covered in snow.
In front of the grand city, battle flags fluttered, and the three hundred thousand troops stood ready.
The cold wind from the north carried a chill, making the battle flags flap loudly.
Behind Oliver, the army looked at the grand city ahead, their eyes shining with determination and battle intent.
There lay the Huns’ royal court!
If they could conquer it, they would achieve eternal glory and be remembered throughout history.
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