Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

"Oh? Bringing the dead back to life?" Yuan Shao raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

As a member of a powerful family that had held high office for four generations, what kind of sorcerers hadn't he seen? Most of them were just charlatans. Besides, these people had strange appearances (Zhang Yuan's exotic face after his transformation), and they didn't look like good people at all.

Yuan Shu, standing nearby, sneered and said sarcastically, "Mengde, have you been fooled? These days, there are plenty of Yellow Turban remnants using magic to swindle people. Besides, what we need now is a fierce general who can slay Hua Xiong, not a doctor."

"If healing the sick and saving lives could repel the enemy, then what use would our swords be?"

Upon hearing this, a low chuckle rippled through the tent, and the few reincarnators mixed in with the guards wore gloating expressions.

In their view, this team was too high-profile; the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and now they're going to get what's coming to them.

Zhang Yuan laughed in response to Yuan Shu's mockery.

He offered no explanation, but simply maintained the posture of his hands clasped at the top of the cross, his gaze calmly fixed on Yuan Shu:

"This general has a dark complexion and a narrow forehead, which suggests he may be narrow-minded... cough, he may be worried about food shortages in the near future."

Yuan Shu's expression changed, and he almost dropped the wine cup in his hand.

He kept the matter of seizing Sun Jian's grain supplies extremely secret. How did this charlatan know about it?

Zhang Yuan ignored Yuan Shu's reaction, instead turning to Yuan Shao, bowing slightly, and performing a standard Western papal salute that was neither servile nor arrogant: "Alliance Leader Yuan, I have not come here to beg for a meal."

There is a proverb in the Qin Dynasty: Only those who sit in front of the chessboard are qualified to make a move.

As he spoke, he looked around, his gaze sweeping over the seats that originally belonged to the feudal lords, and then strode straight to—Sun Jian's empty seat.

Sun Jian's army was defeated and he did not return, so this position was vacant. Moreover, this position was very high up, second only to Yuan Shao and Cao Cao.

"How dare you!" Yuan Shao's personal guards shouted, drawing their swords to stop him. A sorcerer of unknown origin dared to aspire to a position among the feudal lords? This was utterly disgraceful!

"Let him sit," Cao Cao suddenly said, his voice not loud, but it silenced the entire room.

He looked at Zhang Yuan, a strange light flashing in his eyes: "If you truly have the ability to bring the dead back to life, then you deserve to sit on this position of feudal lord."

Yuan Shao hesitated for a moment, but in order to show his "respect for the virtuous and talented" in front of everyone, he waved his hand to dismiss his personal guards, saying, "Since Mengde has vouched for me, then please take a seat."

Zhang Yuan showed no politeness, waved his sleeve, and sat down calmly.

Lin Qingyue stood to his left, holding a knife, exuding a menacing aura; A-Qiang stood to his right, carrying a Gatling gun, like an iron tower; Tao Tao obediently squatted at Zhang Yuan's feet, flipping through the "ancient book".

This single sitting instantly established social class.

The few passersby in the corner, whose legs had gone numb from standing, completely lost their composure when they saw Zhang Yuan sitting on the tiger-skin chair with a maid pouring him wine.

"Why should I?!"

Just then, a messenger stumbled into the tent, his face filled with terror, breaking the undercurrent of tension within.

"Report—!!!"

"Leader! Something terrible has happened!"

"Hua Xiong stood outside the camp gate, brandishing General Yu She's head on a long pole and cursing, saying... that all the warlords of Guandong were cowards, and if no one dared to fight, he would storm into the camp and capture the leader alive!"

Yuan Shao was shocked: "Yu She is one of my valiant generals, how could he be so incompetent?"

Upon seeing this, Prefect Han Fu immediately rose, cupped his hands, and said, "Alliance Leader, do not worry! I have General Pan Feng, wielding a hundred-pound axe, with the courage of ten thousand men! He can slay Hua Xiong!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shao was overjoyed: "Quickly, bring them out!"

Zhang Yuan sat in the chair, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and his eyes held a subtle expression.

"Pan Feng... is that line coming soon?"

Sure enough, before he finished his drink, the messenger came running back as if he'd seen a ghost. His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, his voice trembling:

"Report—!!!"

"General Pan Feng... General Pan Feng has been slain by Hua Xiong again!!"

"It only took one strike! Man and axe alike were cleaved in two!"

"What?!" Yuan Shao's wine cup clattered to the ground, and his face turned deathly pale.

Han Fu's legs went weak, and she slumped into her chair, her face filled with disbelief: "My... my peerless general..."

The entire tent was deathly silent.

He killed two generals in quick succession, both instantly.

This terrifying military prowess sent a chill down the spines of all the assembled lords. No one dared to send anyone else to their deaths.

Just as Yuan Shao was feeling awkward, behind Gongsun Zan, a burly man nine feet tall with a face like a red date, narrowed his phoenix eyes, snorted coldly, and was about to step forward—

"I have a general who can slay Hua Xiong."

A clear and gentle voice rang out first, sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silent tent.

All eyes turned to the white-robed youth sitting in Sun Jian's seat.

Zhang Yuan put down his wine cup and bowed respectfully to Guan Yu from afar, saying, "Brave warrior, please calm down."

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

"This dirty work can be left to my maid to stretch her muscles."

maid?!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Yuan Shu, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, directly mocked Zhang Yuan, who was dressed in white robes, saying, "Ridiculous! Even Pan Feng couldn't withstand Hua Xiong's blade, and you, this charlatan, actually want to send a woman to her death? Don't you have any respect for our allied forces?"

"Or is it that your 'Great Qin Kingdom' has run out of people and can only rely on women to get ahead?"

Guan Yu was also stunned. He looked at Zhang Yuan, then at Lin Qingyue, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Why is this person so certain?

And why is he praising me so highly? Does he recognize someone's abilities?

Lin Qingyue, who was publicly referred to as a "maid," suddenly tightened her grip on the knife, her veins bulging.

She turned her head and glared at Zhang Yuan with her icy eyes.

Zhang Yuan calmly returned her a look that said, "I believe in you," and even secretly winked.

"Hmph..." Lin Qingyue took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to kill the boss.

"Zheng—"

The demonic blade was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and a palpable killing intent that felt like falling into an ice cave instantly swept across the entire tent.

Yuan Shu swallowed back the sarcasm that was on the tip of his tongue, feeling a chill on his neck as if an invisible blade had cut his throat open.

The feudal lords who had initially wanted to see the spectacle of the situation now abandoned their contempt and their expressions became serious.

This murderous aura... is definitely not from an ordinary person!

Just as Lin Qingyue sheathed her sword and was about to walk out of the tent...

"Wait a minute!"

Zhang Yuan suddenly stood up, straightened his wide sleeves, and his expression became solemn and dignified.

"Hua Xiong is, after all, a fierce general under Dong Zhuo. Since my maid is going into battle, we must not disgrace the prestige of 'Great Qin'."

"Qingyue, accept the gift."

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the assembled lords, Zhang Yuan raised the silver cross in his hand and gently touched Lin Qingyue's shoulder, uttering a string of obscure and sacred syllables: "Benedicite (Weapon Blessing)."

boom--!

In an instant, several dazzling rays of light exploded inside the tent!

【Honor Blessing (Lv.5)】!

A thick golden beam of light descended from the sky, instantly enveloping Lin Qingyue. Her aura surged at a visible speed; what was originally a D+ level aura subtly broke through some kind of limit, radiating a heart-palpitating sense of oppression!

【Angel's Blessing (Lv.3)】!

Azure stardust shimmered around the [Demon Blade Crimson Rain], transforming the originally bloodthirsty demonic blade into a sacred, chilling gleam. Its sharp aura forced the surrounding warriors to retreat.

【Holy Guardian Badge (MAX)】!

A semi-transparent golden light shield appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating to protect Lin Qingyue's side. The aura of law flowing on it left no doubt about its sturdiness.

"What...what kind of method is this?!"

Yuan Shao was so shocked that he stood up abruptly from his tiger-skin chair, while Cao Cao's pupils dilated in shock as he stared intently at the beams of light.

Even the world's top strategist, when using "Qimen Dunjia," cannot achieve such a terrifying effect of instantly doubling a person's aura!

This isn't magic...this is a miracle!

"Go." After doing all this, Zhang Yuan put away the cross, sat back in his chair, and looked inscrutable.

As Lin Qingyue felt the surging power within her body, any lingering concerns vanished instantly.

She turned around and gave Zhang Yuan a deep look.

Although this guy has a sharp tongue, I have to say... he's actually quite reliable.

"Five minutes." Lin Qingyue left behind three cold words, a response to Zhang Yuan and a declaration to all the lords.

She turned and walked out of the tent, her black ponytail swinging sharply behind her head.

Cao Cao's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up a cup of warm wine from the table and hurried after her, saying, "Wait, brave woman! Drink this warm wine to boost your spirits!"

Lin Qingyue didn't stop. Bathed in a dazzling aura, she resembled a Valkyrie about to be executed. She didn't even glance at the glass of wine, leaving only a haughty silhouette.

"Pour the wine."

"I'll be right back."

Ah Qiang whispered from behind, "Boss, didn't you steal a bit of the lines? I saw Second Master's face turn red."

Zhang Yuan calmly picked up his wine glass and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"It's alright, Second Master's face is naturally red."