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Looking at the three people in the hall who were holding their breath, Luo Fei slowly uttered three words: "A thousand."

Meng Tian's pupils suddenly contracted, his mouth opened slightly uncontrollably, and his voice was forced out from deep in his throat, high-pitched and thin, filled with disbelief: "A thousand?!"

These three words echoed in the empty hall.

Luo Fei nodded slowly, his expression calm.

The First Emperor's gaze was sharp, and he spoke in a deep voice, his tone carrying an undeniable authority: "I will keep one, and five hundred for General Meng to equip his army. As for the rest, I will make my own arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Meng Tian felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his legs buckled, and he knelt down with a "thud." The heavy armor struck the hard ground, producing a dull and loud sound.

He bowed his head deeply, his forehead almost touching the cold ground, his voice strained from his throat, hoarse and trembling, yet filled with boundless gratitude: "This humble general, on behalf of all the soldiers of Shangjun, thanks Your Majesty for your great kindness! Thanks to the Imperial Preceptor for your immense grace!"

These brief words carry the heartfelt sentiments of the soldiers stationed on the frontier.

The First Emperor looked at Meng Tian kneeling on the ground and said only two words: "Get up."

Meng Tian got up as instructed, his hands still trembling slightly with excitement, but his spine remained straight.

The First Emperor gripped the Tang Dynasty sword tightly in his hand, his fingers gently stroking the smooth blade, feeling its cold touch and exquisite craftsmanship.

His gaze lingered on the blade for a long time, as if trying to etch every detail of this divine weapon into his mind, before he slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Meng Tian, ​​saying in a solemn tone, "Meng Tian, ​​you will return to Shangjun immediately. Take good care of military affairs. If the Xiongnu dare to invade, do not ask for permission; engage them directly. I want them to understand that the borders of Great Qin are not places they can come and go as they please."

Meng Tian solemnly cupped his hands in acceptance of the order, his voice booming like a bell: "This humble general obeys the decree!"

Luo Fei walked to Meng Tian's side and gently put his hand on Meng Tian's shoulder.

Luo Fei had a thought, and the next second, the two of them appeared at the gate of the Shangjun military camp.

The camp gate was still the same as before, with a tall flagpole standing in front of the camp, and the character "蒙" on the flag fluttering in the cold wind.

Inside the military camp, soldiers were engaged in intense drills, their shouts of battle deafening and dust billowing everywhere.

A lieutenant was loudly directing the soldiers to form ranks when he turned around and was suddenly stunned to see Meng Tian appear at the camp gate. The command flag in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Meng Tian turned around, cupped his hands to Luo Fei, and said, "Thank you for seeing me off, Grand Preceptor."

Luo Fei smiled slightly, said nothing more, and simply took out five hundred Tang-style swords from his storage ring.

In an instant, five hundred knives were neatly stacked on the ground.

The bronze ornaments on the blade gleamed in the bright sunlight.

Meng Tian's eyes widened and his mouth slightly open, once again stunned by the scene before him, and he was speechless for a moment.

Luo Fei said, "You can decide how to distribute these five hundred knives."

Meng Tian took a deep breath, squatted down, carefully picked up a knife, and slowly pulled it out.

The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

He lightly ran his fingertip across the blade, and with a hiss, a small cut was made in the skin of his fingertip, from which bright red blood immediately seeped out.

He didn't care at all; instead, he showed a hint of delight.

He sheathed the sword, stood up, turned to Luo Fei, and the excitement on his face gradually turned into utmost solemnity.

He took a deep breath and said sincerely, "Grand Preceptor, may I teach the body-refining technique to the soldiers? I wish every soldier could learn it. In this way, the combat power of the Shangjun army will increase several times, and we will be able to better protect the territory of Qin."

Luo Fei gazed at Meng Tian, ​​looking into his bloodshot yet resolute eyes and the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and said, "It's fine. But the recipe for the medicinal bath must be kept strictly secret, and the person brewing the medicine must be a trusted confidant. It must never be revealed to anyone. The body-refining technique needs to be combined with the medicinal bath daily to be effective; merely practicing the movements will only damage your foundation. Remember that. I'll write down the recipe and brewing method for you now."

He took out paper and pen from the ring and quickly began to write.

Although his small seal script was slightly hasty and not as neat as that of court painters, every stroke was clearly legible.

The names of the medicinal materials, the precise dosage, the decoction time, and the heat level are all described in detail for each step.

After he finished writing, he handed the paper to Meng Tian.

Meng Tian took it, his hands trembling slightly, as if he were receiving not just a piece of paper, but the future of the entire Shangjun army.

"The prescription must never be given out."

Luo Fei gave another warning, his voice not loud, but his tone was very serious.

Meng Tian carefully folded the paper, gently placed it into the inner pocket of his armor, and pressed it down to make sure it wouldn't fall out before feeling relieved.

He raised his head, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Luo Fei, and said, word by word, "Rest assured, Grand Preceptor, I will keep this strictly confidential. The recipe and preparation method are known only to me and a few of my closest confidants. If there is any leak, I will offer my head as punishment!"

Luo Fei nodded and didn't say anything more.

With a thought, he disappeared at the gate of the Shangjun military camp, and the next second, he was back in the main hall.

The First Emperor was sitting behind his desk, still holding the Tang Dynasty sword in his hand, the blade resting horizontally on his knees. His fingers gently stroked the spine of the blade, again and again, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

He looked up and saw Luo Fei return. A slight smile appeared on his lips. He then sheathed the knife and gently placed it on the table.

"Has Meng Tian arrived?"

He asked the question calmly.

Luo Fei replied, "We've arrived."

The First Emperor placed his hand on the scabbard, his fingers gently stroking the fine texture of the sharkskin, making a soft rustling sound.

His lips moved slightly, his voice not loud, but each word was steady, filled with confidence and decisiveness: "Five hundred such divine weapons, plus body-refining techniques, are enough for the Shangjun army to withstand one hundred thousand Xiongnu. Meng Tian will not disappoint me."

His words were filled with trust in Meng Tian and hope for the future of Qin.