In Shenzhen, the landowners are nothing but the wealthy.

Some commoners, trying to survive, have taken up farming.

But farming here is of little use; sometimes the crops are stolen before they ripen.

Even when they try to harvest early, they discover others coming to rob them.

The people living near the military camps are slightly better off as they receive protection.

With so many soldiers in the army, food is sent in from outside.

Originally, even the soldiers in the army were not well-fed or clothed warmly.

Due to certain people's greed for profit, although funds are allocated, by the time it goes through many hands, there's not much left.

Food, similarly, after passing through many hands, becomes poor in quality.

A heavy rain solved the imminent danger in the entire area.

In fact, these were civilians from nearby villages, spontaneously banging gongs to put out fires, unable to use water, relying solely on sticks to lend a hand.

Once the rain came, they regained hope.

The young general's group looked at him with peculiar eyes.

Always feeling like the young general had the Mountain God's protection.

If they could shoot an arrow, it would burst into flames, capable of wiping out entire groups.

Their defense and attack became less of a struggle.

The young general felt somewhat guilty, having a cheat and a wisp of the Deity's Divine Soul for protection.

He didn't have such great power; his little strength came from the cheat, setting him apart from ordinary people.

Jiang Tang's single divine soul helped the young general deal with certain assassins, making him feel blessed by the divine.

In subsequent missions, not only could uncover traitors, but he also gained merit after merit.

The Great General realized his son had matured, with credible reports of his accomplishments bolstering his status, establishing a secret task force.

This secret task force occasionally infiltrated other countries, not only to eliminate enemies but also to gather more genuine secret information.

The young general, even during missions, didn't slack off in training and cultivation.

Even with only a few hours of rest, Jiang Tang's divine soul in him devised the hundredfold time acceleration method, granting him days' worth of time within hours.

During this cultivation process, the added time allowed him to grow his abilities.

In others' eyes, no one dared duel him as his use of weaponry was overwhelmingly powerful, rendering typical magic combat ineffective against him.

The young general felt increasingly isolated, knowing that even his peers couldn't compare, let alone the common soldiers.

So he took on many at once, knocking his opponents to the ground, unable to rise.

His rapid power growth astonished his men, his father, and his fellow young generals.

Especially those previously on par with him felt greatly outmatched now, deeply vexed.

The young general's increased strength enabled him to challenge groups alone, defeating them even under gang-up attacks.

These soldiers often formed formations for enemy encirclement training.

But this was effective only for specially trained elite units.

Amongst the hundred-thousand strong arm, many weren't as formidable, most practicing with sticks or wooden swords and sabers due to weapon scarcity.

In real combat, they relied on clubs against foes.

With so many soldiers, equipping everyone was nearly impossible.

Besides, weapons wear down and break.

In defeat, one might even lose their weapon.

In victories, there's a chance of scavenging weapons.

The young general felt these men were no longer suitable sparring partners for him.

Thus, he sought his father's permission to spar with middle-aged generals who once surpassed him.

Being veterans with over ten to twenty years of combat experience, these generals, though warriors, naturally outmatched the youth in skill.

In terms of intellect, some relied solely on brute strength.

Many, however, completed tasks through cleverness.

Being a general required more than martial strength; strategic acumen was essential in leading troops to battle.

When two are evenly matched, a victory through strategy shows superior intellect.

Or perhaps their generalship was forged through divine tribulation, with combat prowess so sharp.

Foolish warriors, regardless of skill, rarely advance to generalship, which requires outstanding martial arts.

Better suited to following orders than becoming Chief Commander.

The young general requested his father's expertise, the Great General also sought sparring with his son, already superlative in power as a Great General.

Impressed by his son's progress, he readily agreed.

So many older, higher-ranked deputy generals and senior generals appeared grandly in the sparring arena.

The young general first battled a deputy general, defeating him.

The deputy general's face turned red with shame, like Guan Gong.

Never did he imagine being bested by a youth.

The crowd surrounding the battle was composed of numerous young generals and those previously defeated by the young general.

Falling to the young general, they've long sought redemption.

Initially resorting to weapon clashes before resorting to fists, then engaging in mounted combat.

While mounted, they utilized blades and spears, shooting arrows on horseback.

The first deputy general suffered repeated defeats, initially unyielding and unwilling to concede. Everyone knew that as a deputy general, he possessed genuine skill and ability.

Although not a full general, he held the rank of deputy, a decade older than the young general.

Never anticipated being beaten by someone so young.

A total disgrace.

Of course, he was unwilling, never having thought himself so weak.

The Great General, seeing his son truly stronger now, had once assumed previous opponents showed leniency.

His son's growth brought him joy, securing his position's heritage.

The backbone of the nation, the son showed potential as a next-generation leader.

Among many descendants, naturally, fostering an exceptional talent.

Not just for defending homeland glory, but bringing their family honor as well.

In their military, in addition to the Chief Commander's family, other officials could rise to generals, joining other platoons.

Even as Great Generals, breeding a cohort of leaders, these leaders are all commanders.

The generals could perish in the next moment of battle.

Without capable descendants, their lineage would decline.

A new dynasty's rise could signify a family's downfall.

He noticed his son's techniques—saber technique, fist technique, movement technique, archery—none matched the family's Secret Manual.

No wonder his son progressed so rapidly, it wasn't family martial strength.

Where did my son learn such martial abilities?

Could my son harbor a secret unknown to me?

Though raised beside him, never heard of an external apprenticeship.

With daily military tasks, apart from sleep and missions, even outings were monitored and known by others.

The Great General couldn't fathom his son's martial source.

Other generals, including young ones, witnessing it all along with members of the Great General's family, such as his other sons, and even brothers, speculated if the Great General withheld teachings?

Did he instruct only this son in some unique skill, excluding other kin?

In the observing crowd were indeed the Great General's kin, contemplating secrecy.

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