"Four Tier-1 treasure chests."
"And there are also the attributes collected by my soldiers today while burying the corpses. I haven't claimed those yet."
"Let's hope for some explosive luck today," Zhao Feng thought silently to himself.
He first claimed the attributes gathered by his soldiers.
"Claim collected attributes," Zhao Feng commanded.
A prompt immediately appeared on the system interface:
"Your soldiers buried 6,790 corpses, collecting a total of 679 attribute points."
"168 points added to Strength."
"139 points added to Speed."
"96 points added to Constitution."
"88 points added to Spirit."
"188 days added to Lifespan."
The system displayed a detailed breakdown of the attributes collected.
"Ah, this feels so good," Zhao Feng thought with a satisfied smile.
"Forget the rest just gaining half a year of lifespan from this is already a massive win."
"It's clear that strength lies in numbers."
"I hope someday the power of the Destiny Seal evolves from collecting attributes from burying corpses to collecting attributes directly from killing enemies," Zhao Feng mused.
Suddenly, another system notification appeared:
"For capturing the King of Han in alignment with the tides of destiny, you have been awarded a Tier-2 treasure chest."
The notification jolted Zhao Feng awake, dispelling any lingering drowsiness.
"A Tier-2 treasure chest!"
"This is the first one I've ever gotten."
"At the very least, a Tier-2 chest guarantees Tier-2 rewards. Its value is far greater," Zhao Feng thought excitedly.
The Tier-2 chest came as an unexpected bonus. Although Zhao Feng had considered killing the King of Han after capturing him, he decided against it, realizing that keeping the king alive could yield greater benefits. Moreover, slaying a king would bring its complications.
"The destiny of a king is powerful no wonder it's rewarded with a Tier-2 treasure chest."
"There are still five other enemy kings across the land. Someday, I hope to personally capture them. Their destinies are even stronger than the King of Han's."
Looking at the treasure chest rewards, Zhao Feng's determination grew even stronger.
"Four Tier-1 treasure chests and one Tier-2 chest."
"Let's pray for some amazing items today," Zhao Feng murmured.
He issued the command: "Open all treasure chests."
The system immediately responded.
"Opening Tier-1 chests."
"Obtained [1,000 taels of gold]."
"Obtained [Intermediate Medical Skills]."
"Obtained [Map of the Central Plains]."
"Obtained Profound-Grade, Low-Tier Martial Skill: [Gale Sword Technique]."
"Opening Tier-2 chest."
"Obtained Earth-Grade, Low-Tier Martial Skill: [Hundred Steps Flying Sword]."
The rewards appeared almost instantly.
Zhao Feng skipped over the first three items and focused on the last two martial skills.
"Two martial skills and one of them is Earth-Grade! That's incredible luck," Zhao Feng thought joyfully.
Zhao Feng's stats already far exceeded those of ordinary people, allowing him to dominate on the battlefield. But with the addition of these martial skills, he could unleash his full potential even more effectively.
"Learn [Gale Sword Technique]."
"Learn [Hundred Steps Flying Sword]."
With a burst of light, the knowledge of these two profound martial skills was directly transferred into Zhao Feng's mind.
In An Village
As dawn broke, a young girl in a faded long dress carried a medicine basket, slowly making her way toward the village.
Along the way, villagers with hoes slung over their shoulders were heading out to work in the fields.
"Ying girl, back from gathering herbs?" one villager greeted her.
"Yes, Uncle Li. The morning sun brings the best herbs and dew," she replied warmly.
"Haha, I don't understand much about herbs, but your medical skills, inherited from your mother, are truly impressive. Your medicine worked wonders for my leg," the villager said gratefully.
"Uncle Li, your leg still needs regular blood-activating poultices to fully heal. Come by our house for a treatment after you're done in the fields," the girl advised kindly.
"I'll remember that," the villager assured her.
The girl, wearing her hair in a simple bun and a faded red dress, radiated an aura of youthful beauty. Her modest appearance only added to her charm, giving her the air of a graceful village belle.
As she continued through the village, other villagers greeted her warmly:
"Ying girl, back from herb gathering?"
"That herbal tea you made last time was wonderful I'll need more soon."
"Ying girl, the cloth and oil you asked me to fetch from the county are here. I'll bring them over after I finish in the fields."
The girl responded to each greeting with a smile, clearly accustomed to these daily interactions.
Soon, she arrived at a small courtyard, pushed the gate open, and stepped inside.
The yard was simple, with chickens and ducks roaming freely, a quintessential farm scene. A woman was scattering feed with a bamboo sieve.
"Mother, I'm back," the girl called out as she entered.
The woman turned, her face lighting up with a smile. She appeared to be in her thirties. In this era, women married young and often had children by their early teens, so it was common for women her age to have grown children.
Though beautiful, her pale face betrayed a sickly fragility, lending her an air of a delicate "sickly beauty."
"Ying'er," the woman said, her voice filled with concern. "You didn't go too deep into the mountains, did you?"
"I stayed near the outskirts, Mother," the girl assured her. "I didn't go far."
"As long as you're careful. Without anyone to accompany you, encountering wild animals could be dangerous," her mother fretted.
"Mother, you worry too much. I'm always cautious," the girl replied, her tone tinged with helpless affection.
"I just can't help it. Your brother's been gone for months without news, and I'm constantly on edge," the woman said with a heavy sigh.
"Mother, stressing yourself out will only make your illness worse. Brother will be fine he's strong," the girl comforted her mother softly.
It was clear that the two women were Zhao Feng's closest family his mother, Madam Zhao, and his younger sister, Zhao Ying.
"I know, but he's been conscripted for almost ten months now, and I can only pray for his safety," Madam Zhao said, her worry etched deeply on her face.
"Didn't we ask the village headman to inquire about him? We should hear news soon," Zhao Ying said, trying to lift her mother's spirits.
Madam Zhao nodded reluctantly. Though deeply worried for her son, she had no choice but to wait and hope.
Just then, an elderly man approached the courtyard where the Zhao family resided...
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