Early the next morning, Lin Feng rushed back from North Slope Village to Fenghuo County.

When he stepped through the West Gate, Zhang Ping was already waiting at the city entrance, holding a stack of registers, the excitement on his face impossible to hide.

“Lord! Lord!” Zhang Ping trotted up to meet him, his voice trembling.

“Those fifteen hundred Weakened Great Qin Elite have all finished their training! They’ve already moved into the barracks in the Northeast Military District.”

Lin Feng paused in his tracks, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

He didn't say much, turning to walk toward the northeast.

The northeast corner of Fenghuo County was the military district, where the barracks, drill grounds, and armory were concentrated.

The moment Lin Feng stepped into the military district, the sight before him made his pace instinctively slow by half a beat.

On the drill grounds, fifteen hundred Great Qin Elite Soldiers were lined up in fifteen square formations, stretching from the east end of the grounds to the west.

Their uniform iron half-armor glinted coldly in the morning light; every man held a bronze halberd, a bronze sword hung at their waist, and a Qin Crossbow was buckled to their backs.

The ranks were as silent as iron, even their breathing compressed into a steady, highly oppressive rhythm.

Standing at the edge of the drill grounds, Lin Feng’s gaze swept across the fifteen formations one by one.

This was his army—an organized, high-level special unit with a military soul, trained from the Great Qin Elite Camp.

Standing behind him, Zhang Ping opened the register and reported in a low voice, “Lord, according to your instructions, this first batch of fifteen hundred Elite Soldiers has been fully incorporated into the Beacon Guards. They are divided into squads of one hundred, each with a Centurion, all under the unified command of General Meng Yi.”

Lin Feng nodded, his gaze passing over the formations to rest on the three-foot-high bluestone Point General platform.

The large banner with the character 'Beacon' snapped loudly in the morning breeze.

He stepped toward the Point General platform, with Zhang Ping following closely.

Fifteen hundred pairs of eyes followed his figure as he ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) moved slowly.

There wasn't a hint of noise in the ranks, only the sound of the battle flags flapping.

Lin Feng ascended the Point General platform and turned to overlook the entire drill ground. The rising sun behind him cast his shadow long and straight.

“Shua—”

Fifteen hundred men simultaneously struck their right fists against their chests. The clashing of iron armor erupted in the morning light like a sharp, clean crack of thunder.

Lin Feng didn't speak immediately.

He stood there quietly, his gaze sweeping from the leftmost formation to the rightmost, then slowly back again.

A faint smile touched the corners of his mouth.

“At ease.”

His voice wasn't loud, but every word fell clearly into every corner of the drill grounds.

Fifteen hundred right fists were lowered simultaneously, as synchronized as a single person.

The ranks remained silent, but beneath that silence surged long-suppressed hot blood, like a furnace that had just been lit.

Lin Feng withdrew his smile and raised his voice: “You are the first batch of Elite Soldiers to emerge from the Great Qin Elite Camp. Your blades shall be swung for the people of the Beacon Fire Territory; your lives shall be given for this land.”

He paused, his gaze scanning the field. “Today, you will set out for Qingmu County to protect the mines, workshops, and the transport lines of the Dungeon. Are there any problems?”

Fifteen hundred voices erupted at once: “None!”

Zhang Ping’s ears rang from the shock, and he nearly dropped the register in his hand. He quickly steadied himself and lowered his head to rapidly record this military order on paper.

Lin Feng nodded and turned to walk down the Point General platform.

He walked to Zhang Ping’s side and instructed, “Arrange for these fifteen hundred men to be sent to Qingmu County and let Liu Ming deploy them.”

Zhang Ping’s pen scratched across the paper as he replied, “Yes, Lord.”

Lin Feng didn't look back, heading straight toward the southeast corner of the Inner City.

On the drill grounds behind him, fifteen hundred gazes followed his back until his figure disappeared into the shadows of the camp gates, and only then did the tense formations slowly disband.

...

The Great Qin Elite Camp was in the southeast corner of the Inner City, surrounded by a high wall.

Two Beacon Guards stood at the entrance; they immediately straightened their postures upon seeing him.

Lin Feng nodded and walked to the stone gate, pressing his hand against the cold stone wall.

With a slight thought, an interface that only he could see materialized before his eyes.

【Great Qin Elite Camp (Unique)】

【Currently trainable units:】

【Unit 1: Weakened Great Qin Garrison Soldier (Infantry) — Current recruitable amount: 89/100】

【Unit 2: Great Qin Garrison Soldiers (Infantry) — Current recruitable amount: 356/1000】

【Unit 3: Great Qin Garrison Soldiers (Crossbowmen) — Current recruitable amount: 100/300】

【Unit 4: Weakened Great Qin Elite — Current recruitable amount: 1500/2000】

【Training Requirements: Qualified Refugee or Awakened, Copper, Tin, energy crystals. Training Time: 10 days.】

Lin Feng scanned his resource reserves:

Gray energy crystals: 7,100

white energy crystal: 1,280

Green energy crystals: 120

Blue energy crystals: 13

Copper Ingot: 5,400

Tin Ingot: 5,300

He did a silent calculation in his head.

To recruit the remaining five hundred Weakened Great Qin Elite, he would need to consume fifteen hundred Copper Ingot, fifteen hundred Tin Ingot, and fifteen thousand Gray energy crystals.

These resources, combined with what was needed for building the Great Wall, were indeed still sufficient.

He took a deep breath and issued the command:

“Train Weakened Great Qin Elite — 500 units.”

“Total: 500 units. Training starting.”

The resource numbers began to fluctuate:

Gray energy crystals: 7,100 → 2,100

white energy crystal: 1,280 → 280

Copper Ingot: 5,400 → 3,900

Tin Ingot: 5,300 → 3,800

Lin Feng withdrew his hand and stepped back a few paces, looking at this silent building.

Ten days later, another five hundred Great Qin Elite Soldiers would emerge from here.

By then, he would have two thousand Level 15 Elite Soldiers under his command.

...

On the third day, Lin Feng woke up on the second floor of the Fenghuo County Council Hall. Outside the window, the sky was not yet fully bright.

He sat up and checked the cooldown of the Eye of Probability; it would refresh around ten o'clock tonight.

He didn't lie back down. After a simple wash, he tucked the Wildfire Spear onto his back, his firm rock leather armor already neatly donned.

When he walked out of the Council Hall, Zhang Ping was waiting for him at the door, holding a bowl of hot porridge and two flatbreads.

“Lord, eat before you go?”

Lin Feng took the bowl, finished it in a few gulps, stuffed the flatbreads into his tunic, and strode toward the West Gate.

It was less than two hundred miles from Fenghuo County to Lucky Town. Galloping at a speed of twenty meters per second, he saw the walls of Lucky Town in less than two hours.

The town was even more bustling than a few days ago. Adventurers were coming and going, and the shops in the commercial district had opened early.

Lin Feng didn't go to the Adventurers Guild, nor did he go to the Council Hall.

He walked straight to a separate courtyard in the north of the town, which was Jiang Yelan’s residence.

The courtyard gate was slightly ajar. When he pushed it open and entered, Jiang Yelan was already standing in the yard.

She wore a suit of black leather armor, with the shadow moon blade hanging at her waist.

Today she didn't have her cloak or hood on. Her long hair was tied in a neat ponytail, revealing a cold, clear face.

“Morning,” she said with a slight nod.

“Morning,” Lin Feng replied.

Tie Dun poked his head in from the courtyard gate at some point, still clutching a flatbread. He grinned: “Lord, Ye Lan, you two chat. I’m going to buy some things.”

After saying that, he pulled his head back, and the sound of his heavy footsteps receded.

Lin Feng leaned against the stone table in the yard, looked at the half-dead jujube tree, and asked casually, “How does flying feel? Have you gotten used to it?”

Jiang Yelan looked up at the sky and was silent for two seconds. “It’s still not very stable. It wobbles when I turn.”

As she spoke, her gaze unconsciously drifted toward Lin Feng.

The corner of Lin Feng’s mouth twitched slightly. “It’ll be fine after a few more flights. I wobbled at first too.”

Jiang Yelan nodded and didn't follow up.

Lin Feng straightened up. “I’ll go handle some territory affairs first and come back later.”

Jiang Yelan nodded without asking more.

Lin Feng left the courtyard and went to the Council Hall.

Supplies allocation, personnel arrangements, and resource distribution for the first few levels of the Dungeon—he flipped through them one by one, signing and circling the key points.

By the time he finished the work at hand, it was already afternoon.

He walked toward Jiang Yelan’s courtyard again.

The gate was still ajar. When he pushed it open and entered, Jiang Yelan was sitting against the wall, her shadow moon blade resting across her knees, eyes closed as she rested.

Hearing footsteps, she opened her eyes and stood up.

The two of them sat on stone stools in the yard, with a stone table between them.

Neither of them deliberately looked for a topic, but it didn't feel awkward.