After resting for three days in the northern border camp, under Su Chunwei's persistent urging, Xu Haifeng and others set foot on their journey back to Beijing again.

  In the battle with Xiongnu on the grassland, Xu Haifeng captured more than 4,000 fine war horses. He kept 3,000 for himself and gave the rest to the Northern Camp.

  Fang Lingchen was overjoyed to have obtained this great gift, and it was a huge comfort to him. They all knew that war could break out at any time, and the more prepared they were, the safer they would be. Warhorses were the most scarce strategic material in the Great Han territory, so the more they had, the better.

  Before departure, Directional Sound asked Xu Haifeng for advice on military training. Xu Haifeng had an idea and introduced him to Jiang Koming. Under Jiang Koming's arrangement, a series of high-intensity modern special forces training was quickly spread throughout the Northern Camp under the leadership of the Black Flag Army.

  This intensity and requirement seem too severe and not everyone can bear it.

  Less than one-tenth of the entire Northern Great Camp can barely hold on, and it's really a hundred miles away.

  However, as a result of this battle, the physical fitness and combat effectiveness of the soldiers in the northern camp were significantly improved. Chiang Kung-ming convened all senior officers to elaborate on the key points of coordinated operations in the cold weapon warfare, analyzing and studying them. He also pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of various military branches, his insights far surpassing those of his contemporaries.

  By now, all the generals in the camp were deeply impressed with him. Even Fang Lingchen had to be polite when he saw him and privately told Xu Haifeng that having this person's help was better than having 100,000 elite soldiers.

  The only regret is that Jiang Gongming stayed in the big camp for too short a time and there were many things he didn't have time to pass on.

  Then Jiang Kungming dictated part of the content to Xu Haifeng, who copied it by hand and handed it over to Fang Lichen before he left, which made him extremely grateful.

  Xu Haifeng asked privately why he didn't take action himself.

  "Only if the General writes it himself and spreads it, can it show that the name of the Black Flag Army was created by the General's own hands. I am just adding flowers to brocade."

  However, Xu Haifeng scoffed at his explanation.

  The real reason is that Jiang Gongming's calligraphy is too poor, the written characters are like ancient tadpole script, making people feel like they are reading heavenly books.

  If it weren't for someone who knew him well, no one would have ever thought that such a highly intelligent person was actually an illiterate fake scholar.

  That night, Fang Lingchen read by lamplight, sometimes slapping his desk in amazement, and sometimes with a look of wonder on his face.

  "On the second day, at dawn, he let out a long sigh and said to the direction of the attendant: 'If I had three more years, my Red Ocean Army's combat strength would surely rise to another level. Even against the Golden Wolf Army, there wouldn't be any inferiority... Only..."

  Although he didn't continue speaking, Ling understood his meaning. The war was already on the verge of breaking out and there was no more time for retraining.

  Three years, what a luxurious number it is.

  At this time, Xu Haifeng and others had already left the camp for a whole day.

  Unlike when they came, Xu Haifeng's Black Flag Army was armed to the teeth, with all warriors mounted on war horses.

  That night, they settled down. Xu Haifeng joked with the women for a while, made an excuse that there was something going on in the army, and bid farewell to leave.

  As he was about to leave, he openly hugged Lin Wanxian and said, "Wan'er, go rest first, I'll come accompany you in two hours."

  Everyone naturally knew what good things would happen at that time, and they all blushed with pretty faces. Xu Haifeng was dazzled by the sight, but he was not like before, his willpower was strong, except for a few old masters of high level, no one else in the world could match him.

  She gave a faint smile to all the women and calmly turned around and walked out.

  He came into Jiang Gongming's tent and saw that he had already made preparations, couldn't help but laugh: "Military strategist, how come you're even more anxious than me?"

  Jiang Kung-ming sighed: "This student is a laborious life, once empty and anxious, can only go find something to do."

  "Hmm... then I'll trouble General Jun to take care of it, I'll just observe from the side." Xu Haifeng was delighted that someone was willing to take on the task. He had self-awareness and in terms of managing military affairs, no one in the Black Flag Army could surpass him, so he let go and let him command, never interfering.

  "Let's get started."

  At Chiang Kung-ming's order, hundreds of Black Flag soldiers led in two hundred war horses.

  Although unwilling to admit it, the war horses produced by the grassland nomadic people are indeed better than those of the Great Han.

  Xu Haifeng obtained 500 war horses from Fang Lingtian, but according to Zhebie's identification, only about a hundred of them were first-rate war horses. The rest were mixed with inferior ones, and the physique of the horses was uneven, not suitable for major battles.

  So Xu Haifeng just fed those first-class war horses blood wine when he came, as for those second-rate goods...

  His blood is now the biggest backing of the Black Flag Army, according to Jiang Kongming's words, it is absolutely not to be wasted, so there is no need to use it.

  The more than 4,000 war horses captured this time are all top-notch horses. From this, we can see that the national strength of Xiongnu is strong, known as the world's first military power, and it is indeed a reputation with no false heroes.

  Fang Lingchen was overjoyed to have obtained over a thousand horses, and it was also because he knew that the quality of these horses was extraordinary. Even compared to the warhorses of the elite troops in the Red Ocean, they were superior in every way.

  Lin Changkong drew out a long sword and handed it to Xu Haifeng, who took it over, his face unchanged as he made a cut on his own wrist, and instantly blood flowed like a fountain, soon filling up a large bowl.

  "That's enough." Jiang Kongming hinted.

  Xu Haifeng tapped a few times on the acupoint near the wound, and the bleeding slowed down immediately. Lin Changkong promptly wrapped him in layers with clean white cloth that he had prepared beforehand.

  Although his inner strength was deep and his body's vital energy was abundant, anyone who loses a large bowl of blood would look pale and feel unwell.

  Xu Haiming didn't say another word, a jar of Drunken Moon wine had already been prepared and was now being delivered to Xu Haifeng's side.

  He grasped the wine jug and, holding his head high, drank it all down.

  His internal strength was so strong that his breath was also very long, and he could drink a whole jar of wine in one breath without stopping. Such a large quantity made Jiang Kongming envy him on the side.

  Xu Haifeng no longer paid attention to the actions of others, he walked to one side by himself, sat cross-legged, and soon entered a state of emptiness where the distinction between self and object was forgotten.

  At the same time, two Black Flag Army soldiers poured the still warm blood from that bowl into a large bucket.

  In the barrel was a fragrant wine, of course, these were just ordinary wines and could not be compared to the Drunken Moon Wine that Xu Haifeng drank.

  When the wine and blood mixed, a strange dark red color was formed. Although it wasn't shocking to look at, the thick smell of blood floated in the air.

  Jiang Kongming nodded secretly, and Xu Haifeng's blood was indeed different from others. He had done experiments before, and only after diluting the wine with water to more than twenty times, did its color and flavor become faintly imperceptible.

  "Give me the pour." Jiang Kongming calmly instructed.

  Then the hundreds of soldiers, three serving one horse, two grasping the horse's limbs, and another forcing open the horse's mouth, poured down the blood wine allocated to them in front.

  The horses were ignorant, of course, and struggled with all their might, but the ones who caught them were the invincible Black Flag soldiers. These ruthless warriors didn't even use ropes; they simply grasped one hoof in each hand, rendering the animals immobile.

  For a time, the neighing of horses on the field rose and fell in waves, quite a magnificent sight.

  Jiang Kongming furrowed his brow and waved the feather fan that never left his hand, saying: "Shut them up."

  Then the third soldier pinched the horse's mouth with his hand, and instantly the poor horse couldn't even cry out.

  But this situation did not last long, because soon all the horses fell asleep under the influence of the blood wine magic.

  "Alright, today's task is complete. I hope heaven blesses me and one of them turns out to be a surprising treasure." Jiang Kongming turned around and sat down on a large bear skin chair, muttering to himself.

  Xu Haifeng drank down the Drunken Moon wine and entered the Empty Clarity Realm according to his usual cultivation method.

  This is a magical world vastly different from the material world.

  Here, he is the only existence between heaven and earth. His spiritual awareness can feel all the changes in his body, and this feeling is getting clearer and more distinct.

  Fine wine enters the abdomen, and those special nutrients are quickly absorbed by the abdominal wall, leaving only some residues slowly excreted through the intestines and urinary tract.

  The absorbed components are dispersed throughout the body through micro-blood vessels, transformed into one's own essence. As his internal energy continues to run, some of the essence is wrapped in internal breath and enters the dantian.

  Like a great crucible, the dan Tian continuously rises with fierce flames, refining the essence one by one, only then can it truly become his freely controllable true energy.

  Only then did he complete the first stage of his cultivation, refining his essence and transforming it into energy.

  As his true energy continued to increase, he seemed to feel that something was about to change.

  That night, under Li Yanbo's powerful spiritual pressure, his vital energy automatically transformed into spiritual power. However, once Li Yanbo left, he was unable to experience this transformation again.

  His spiritual power was barely comparable to that of Li Yanbo, a master of the same level, but in terms of quantity, it was vastly inferior, which is why he urgently hoped to grasp a method to increase his spiritual power.

  That is the second stage of cultivation, refining Qi and transforming spirit.

  His cultivation was always a little short, and every time he reached the last step, he was unable to muster the strength.

  Xu Haifeng also knew that this was due to his insufficient cultivation, and if he forced himself to do it, he would bring disaster upon himself.

  He let out a sigh in his heart and got up. Anyway, there was plenty of time, as long as he could persist, sooner or later he would be able to accumulate enough energy to break through the shell.

  If it's an ordinary practitioner, wanting to get through this level without several years of hard practice, plus the right opportunities, forget about it.

  But Xu Haifeng, with the help of his special physique, can break through the bottleneck in just one year and achieve his wish.