My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

The sound rolled out of the tent like muffled thunder, and the surrounding soldiers all turned their heads, their expressions becoming subtle.

"Heh heh, another one with wild ideas. Who does he think he is? Lord Wei's son?"

"Hmph, I bet he was terrified after encountering a demon yesterday!"

"He doesn't know what's good for him. He's angered the centurion; I'd like to see how long he lives."

Lu Ming seemed not to hear, silently walking through the crowd and heading towards the back of the training ground.

Seeing this, the crowd erupted in clamor again:

"This direction? He wouldn't be heading to find Lord Chen, would he?"

"Although Lord Chen is in charge of logistics and has the right to forcibly recruit special talents, how could he possibly offend Lord Shi for the sake of a mere underling like him?"

"Hehe, just wait and see. How many self-important fellows have been kicked out by Lord Chen lately? I bet he won't even be able to get into the camp."

Amidst the ridicule and mockery, Lu Ming stopped in front of another tent.

Two guards with halberds stood on either side of him, their eyes scrutinizing him.

Lu Ming stepped forward, leaned close to one of the guards' ears, and whispered a few words.

The guard's face first showed a hint of surprise, but then, amidst the astonished gazes of those around him, he managed a friendly smile, cupped his hands in greeting, and said:

"Brother Lu, please wait a moment, I will go in and inform them."

A moment later, the tent flap was lifted, and Lu Ming was led inside.

The tent was simply furnished, with several books and a vase of flowers piled on a large table.

A gaunt man sat in the main seat, quietly reading a book in his hands, and only looked up when he heard footsteps.

"You're Lu Ming?"

He closed the book and casually placed it on the table:

"I heard you've mastered the brewing method for Crimson Scale Wine, which can assist martial artists in the Skin Tempering Realm during their cultivation?"

Lu Ming bowed and clasped his hands in greeting: "Yes, sir."

Chen Xuan raised an eyelid, his tone still nonchalant: "To what extent have you mastered it?"

"It has already reached its full potential."

The scroll in Chen Xuan's hand trembled slightly.

He put down his book and finally looked Lu Ming in the eye: "Really?"

With the mastery of brewing techniques, the effects of Red Scale Wine are only slightly inferior to those of Blood-Circulating Pill.

Most importantly, the medicinal wine does not cause erysipelas, making it perfectly suitable as a strategic resource for regular military use.

Lu Ming replied in a deep voice, "I wouldn't dare to deceive you, sir."

Chen Xuan stared at him for a long while, and seeing his frank expression, he slowly spoke:

"Do you want me to transfer you directly to the tiger-feeding camp?"

He suddenly chuckled, "Disgusted by Shi Lei's eating habits?"

As a fellow centurion, he knew Shi Lei's character all too well.

Lu Ming gave a wry smile, lowered his eyes, and said respectfully, "I hope you will grant my request, sir."

Chen Xuan stood up and paced back and forth behind the large case a couple of times.

After a moment, his lips moved slightly, as if he was about to agree.

Lu Ming suddenly spoke again:

"My lord, I wish to transfer Fan Wu as my assistant. The Purple River Wine I possess can assist martial artists in the Yi Jin Realm cultivation, but it requires a helper."

Chen Xuan's brows were already slightly furrowed.

But when he heard the second half of the sentence, his furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Okay, very good."

He sat back down in his chair and gently patted the table with his palm.

"If what you say is true, why not agree to it? Come with me."

He got up and walked out of the tent, with Lu Ming following closely behind.

The brewery is located in the northwest corner of the Tiger Feeding Camp.

A low wall made of blue bricks surrounds three tiled houses, and dozens of earthenware jars are placed in the courtyard, with thick oilcloth covering the mouths of the jars.

Upon entering, a rich aroma of fermented grains, herbs, and herbs wafts over you, making your eyes slightly moist.

Two elderly men were already waiting in the neighborhood; one had white hair and beard and a hunched back.

The other man had a ruddy complexion and was robust and sturdy; both of them were veteran craftsmen from the brewery.

Seeing Chen Xuan personally bring in a young man, the two exchanged a glance, their faces showing a hint of scrutiny.

Lu Ming didn't say much and went straight to the raw material counter in the workshop.

He glanced at the piles of red scale grass, black blood vine, bran, and yeast on the shelf, picked out a few items at random, and began brewing.

Washing rice, steaming, cooling, mixing with koji—

Each step was precise and fluid, as if practiced a thousand times.

Several key techniques prompted the two elderly men to lean closer for a closer look.

Their expressions changed from scrutiny to focus, and from focus to surprise.

They exchanged a glance and nodded slightly in unison.

A jar of Red Scale Wine was sealed in less than half an hour.

Lu Ming took a small bowl, opened the jar, scooped out a little amber-colored wine with a bamboo spoon, poured it into three small cups, and presented them to the three people with both hands.

Chen Xuan took the cup and first brought it to his nose to sniff.

A rich, mellow aroma of grains carries the distinctive pungent scent of red-scaled grass, like a fine needle gently pricking the nasal cavity.

He tilted his head back and put the liquor in his mouth. The heat instantly rose from his stomach and then exploded.

The warm current flows along the meridians and permeates the skin, making every inch of skin feel as if it is being soaked in slightly hot water, opening up the pores and stimulating blood circulation.

Chen Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he drank the remaining wine in his cup in one gulp. After a long while, he exhaled a long breath of hot air.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his surprise in his voice was undisguised, and he didn't even let Lu Ming verify the effects of the placenta wine on the spot.

The quality of the Red Scale Wine is enough to prove the young man's worth.

Such talent should be recruited quickly; it would be a waste to leave it with Shi Lei.

"Lu Ming, I agree to your request. From now on, you are one of my Tiger-Feeding Camp members."

A slight smile finally appeared on Lu Ming's lips as he bowed and clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, sir!"

Once he entered the Tiger-Feeding Camp, he no longer had to live next to death all the time.

……

Inside the main tent of the Tiger Patrol Camp.

"Bang--!"

A white porcelain wine glass was slammed to the ground, shattering into pieces and splashing wine everywhere.

Shi Lei's face was contorted with rage as he paced back and forth inside the tent.

"You bastard! You've got too big for your britches... You really think you're someone important?"

Under his tent, fifty captains stood silently to one side, heads bowed.

Shi Lei abruptly stopped, turned around, and shouted an order:

"Tell the brothers below, anyone who dares to drink the wine brewed by that little bastard is going against me, Shi Lei!"

The squad leaders looked at each other, some of them instinctively opening their mouths as if to speak, but in the end they just swallowed their words and clasped their hands in agreement.

They all knew that the supply of alcoholic beverages that could aid in cultivation was already scarce.

If they continue to resist Lu Ming's production, their subordinates will inevitably complain.

But the centurion's orders were absolute, and no one dared to offend him at this critical juncture.

Once Lu Ming's brewed wine is boycotted by the entire army, regardless of his actual ability, the charge of "disrupting morale" will be a foregone conclusion.

The high and mighty Lord Wei would never blame Shi Lei, the head of the three centurions, for the sake of a newly transferred junior brewer.

"Hmph, Lu Ming, this is your own fault."

Wang Chengbao stood in the crowd, a cold smile on his face.

……

In the following days, rumors spread throughout the military.

"Have you heard? That day, when Lu Ming faced the demons, he used his comrades as shields, which led to the tragic situation of two dead and four injured!"

"Hmph, a coward who clings to life! That kid even pulled strings to get transferred to the Tiger Feeding Camp. You'd better not drink his brew; who knows what filth he's mixed in?"

"You worthless wretch, worthy of being a martial arts student! You've utterly disgraced Yinhu County!"

The rumors spread like wildfire, becoming increasingly outrageous, but Lu Ming remained deaf to them.

He spent his days in the brewery, where earthenware jars and pottery pots were piled up like mountains on the raw material platform, and charcoal in the stove burned from morning till night.

Day after day, he washed rice, steamed grains, stirred and sealed jars, brewing a fixed amount of red scale wine every day and handing it over, using the rest of the time for his own consumption.

He integrated his brewing experience with the three wines, Red Scale, Purple River, and Bloodlust, and experimented with medicinal herbs he had sourced from the Liu family's warehouse, blending his private brew in the wine gourd.

He lined his own pockets with a clear conscience.

During this period, his progress in various aspects has made significant progress once again.

The numbers on the fundus scan scroll jump around day after day:

[Martial Arts: Azure Ox Manual (Mid-grade Spiritual Scripture; Perfected 3000/4000)]

[Martial Arts: White Serpent Crossing (Low-grade Spiritual Scripture; Perfected 3800/4000)]

[Skill: Crimson Scale Wine (Perfect 2000/4000)]

[Skill: Placenta Wine (Perfect 1600/4000)]

[Skill: Bloodlust Wine (Mastered 2800/3000)]

"Lu Ming, what kind of wine are you brewing?"

As Fan Wu handed him the medicinal herbs, he curiously leaned closer to take a look:

"It's neither like a red scale nor a purple river... I've never seen this color before!"

Lu Ming took the medicinal herbs and stuffed them one by one into the gourd.

Fragments of quenched animal bones, dried leaves of Crimson Scale Grass, slices of Black Blood Vine...

He plugged the gourd with a cork, shook it, and the liquid inside made a dull gurgling sound.

He smiled slightly and said mysteriously, "It's a secret."

The Heavenly Heart Scroll fills his mind daily with fragmented insights from countless people across the myriad realms.

He pieced together these scattered sparks of inspiration and surprisingly found a brewing method that combined the strengths of Crimson Scales, Purple River, and Bloodlust into one.

This medicinal wine can assist in the three stages of skin tempering, tendon strengthening, and muscle building.

He hoarded these private brews to accumulate resources for his own promotion.

"By the way, Fifth Uncle."

A thought suddenly struck him, and he changed the subject:

Do you know of any trading places around here?

During this period, he searched for his inner voice by collecting antiques, inscriptions, and the painstaking works of frustrated people, but unfortunately, he found nothing.

In addition, he needs a source to obtain both the medicinal herbs for brewing and the auxiliary elixirs.

Fan Wu was about to make a joke, but when he heard him get to the point, his eyes lit up. He proudly took out his pipe, put it in his mouth, took a couple of puffs, and then slowly began to speak:

"At midnight on the fifteenth of each month, people would bring various items, both convenient and inconvenient, to Xiaocang Mountain, about ten miles from here, to sell."

He winked at Lu Ming and teased in a low voice:

"Who knows, we might even find a cultivation technique at the Earthly level."

Lu Ming was taken aback.

Earth Book, is this a grade above the Spirit Book?

He couldn't help but feel very curious: "What are the mysteries of this Earth Book? Is its power far superior to that of the Spirit Book?"

Fan Wu casually tapped his pipe on the edge of the table, and ash fell in a flurry.

He gazed at the darkening sky outside the window, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

"The Book of Earth... its power cannot be described in words. Legend has it that each Book of Earth is a rune inscribed on the earth by the Heavenly Dao. Without extraordinary talent, one cannot decipher it. But once one enters the gate, one's strength is at least ten times that of the Spiritual Scripture."

He turned his head, his eyes now showing a hint of seriousness:

"Most importantly, once the Earth Book is fully mastered, there is a chance to cultivate the Treasure Raft characteristic."

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow slightly: "A treasure raft?"

Fan Wu nodded slightly:

"Indeed. The martial artist's tendon and bone tempering is merely to build the physical body into a raft for crossing the world."