Becoming a saint begins with the infinite accumulation of destiny.

The Wen Family Compound.

Teams of martial artists stood in neat rows, all with solemn faces and grave expressions.

They were all dressed in black, each with a different weapon, and each had a white mark embroidered on their left chest—the Wen family's classic insignia.

On an elevated wooden platform ahead, Lin Bao stood side by side with a middle-aged man.

"Lord Wen, all the martial artists from the inner court are here. What are the arrangements for them?"

Lin Bao's gaze was calm as he slowly spoke.

"As before, each team will consist of five people, led by a Bone Forging Martial Artist. Since Li Hanchuan has ambushed us, we can retaliate and wipe out all his outer strongholds!"

Lord Wen frowned and replied sternly.

"My lord, how could this 'Devil's Bane' be... so ferocious?"

Lin Bao was puzzled and asked in a low voice.

He had witnessed the strength of the Ironclad Army; they were extremely formidable.

It can be said that ordinary martial artists would suffer a great loss if they were unprepared.

"Now that Prince Fu's army has just suffered a defeat and the situation at the front is unclear, a large number of deserters and defeated soldiers have scattered and fled. If they are gathered together by someone with ulterior motives, they will form a force."

Lord Wen's expression was solemn as he sighed.

"Their armor is sturdy, and the crossbows of my Five Rivers City are not crafted well enough. In addition, the crossbows are weak, so they cannot penetrate them at all beyond a hundred paces."

"I see."

Lin Bao nodded slowly, immediately understanding.

This Ghost-Seeing Sorrow was most likely one of the larger defeated forces. Although they weren't fully armored, their armor coverage was certainly not low, which is why the three royal families suffered a minor loss.

"Go and make the arrangements."

Lord Wen thought for a moment and then gave an order.

"yes!"

Lin Bao bowed and withdrew.

.....

In the courtyard.

Upon returning from the outer city, Chen Shisheng went straight to Wen Fengling's residence.

It was dusk, and the streets were bathed in a light golden hue. Pedestrians strolled along, chatting and laughing—a truly harmonious and beautiful scene.

This scene stands in stark contrast to the piles of corpses in the outer city that nearly blocked the river.

Chen Shisheng fell silent for a moment.

He quickly quickened his pace and headed towards the inner city's core area, arriving at a large mansion.

This is Wen Fengling's residence.

Upon entering, a servant recognized him and immediately led the way, passing through several front courtyards before finally stopping at a hall.

"It's here. We have information on the list of personnel who enlisted in the military that you were looking for."

Wen Fengling was wearing a short white robe, somewhat similar to the shorts and t-shirt she wore in her previous life, revealing her fair arms and legs, which looked quite cool.

She sat at the long table, holding a scroll in her hands and looking at it carefully, with a maid beside her copying it down, seemingly taking notes.

"Got it?"

Chen Shisheng was taken aback, then overjoyed.

My elder brother and father went to the front lines, and we haven't heard anything back from them.

Now we're finally seeing some progress!

"Please have a seat. I've already sent Yue'er to fetch the files."

She smiled, her spirited little face beaming, and pointed to a spot to the side.

Chen Shisheng glanced around and realized there was more than one location; it seemed that other martial artists recruited by Wen Fengling were also coming.

He walked over, found a seat, and was soon served tea and snacks by a maid.

"Miss, here is the file you requested."

Before long, Jiang Yue'er returned. She was the kind of delicate woman whose posture and movements carried a hint of affectation and deliberateness, showing that she cared a great deal about her image.

She wore a light green, fitted long dress that accentuated her slender waist. Apart from her flat upper body, her buttocks were pert and swayed as she walked.

"Let's show it to Brother Chen first."

Wen Fengling put down the book in her hand and smiled.

Looking from afar, Chen Shisheng could see three large characters written on the book cover: "The Tale of Heroic Sons and Daughters".

It is a very popular vernacular novel nowadays.

"..."

Chen Shisheng was speechless.

Ignoring all that, he took the file Jiang Yue'er brought him, opened it carefully, and saw that it was filled with densely packed names, hometowns, and finally, the units where they served.

Soon, Chen Shisheng turned a few pages and found the names of his father, Chen San, and his elder brother, Chen Shiyun, in the bottom corner of the page.

Northern Army, Vanguard Battalion, Vanguard Banner, C Team, Soldiers, Chen Shiyun/Chen San.

This is the name of the army they belong to, and their specific positions.

"May I ask, young lady, if it would be possible to transfer him back?"

Chen Shisheng remained silent for a moment, then asked in a deep voice.

"Although the Wen family is under the command of Prince Fu, they do not have the ability to mobilize troops at will. Besides..."

Wen Fengling shook her head and sighed.

"A few days ago, Prince Fu fought against Prince Wei and was defeated in one battle. Now the Northern Army is practically extinct, with most of its soldiers either captured or killed in battle..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Shisheng immediately sensed something was wrong.

Ancient battlefields were extremely chaotic, and communication was poor. Once a battle was lost, there would be a massive rout and chaos.

Under such circumstances, finding the eldest brother and father would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

In other words, it is highly likely that the eldest brother and father are now...

Thinking of this, Chen Shisheng fell silent.

Seeing Chen Shisheng's low spirits, Wen Fengling stood up and comforted him:

"Brother Chen, I believe that good fortune will prevail and nothing will happen to you. I will send people to search along the route and will notify you immediately if there is any news."

"By the way, Brother Chen, I've recommended you to be the captain for this bandit suppression operation, leading a separate team. A large number of armored soldiers will be providing support, so you just need to follow the team and fight steadily."

She turned her head and brought up the matter of the bandit suppression again.

The place they were going to was called Yinshan, a mountain range that cut across two plains and was the base of Guijianchou.

Just like before, their bandit suppression this time involved lightly sweeping away bandits in the surrounding mountains to ensure the safety of towns outside Wuhe City.

However, the bandits have become clever; whenever they encounter a light sweep, they hide deep in the mountains.

Once the three starter families retreated, they reappeared and became active again.

The reason we were able to capture nearby towns several times before was because of our flexibility and adaptability.

Later, the three families had no choice but to use warriors to disperse and gradually pursue the enemy, which finally suppressed part of Onikiri's offensive.

"Thank you very much, Miss."

Chen Shisheng clasped his hands in a fist salute.

He also knew that this matter couldn't be rushed.

Before long, more people arrived in the courtyard; they were all martial artists recruited by Wen Fengling.

Chen Shisheng glanced at them a few times and realized he didn't recognize many of them, so he didn't say anything more.

The group of people, each with a distinct air about them, were all martial artists, but at different levels of skill.

There were also martial artists who had forged their bones, and when they saw Chen Shisheng, they nodded to him from afar as a greeting.

Most of the others are blood transfusions, both men and women, but most of them have weak blood and qi, and unstable foundation. They are obviously people who do not have stable blood and qi in normal times.

A martial artist's qi and blood need to be stabilized through daily rigorous training. Missing a day's training has little impact, but if training is neglected for a long time, it will gradually deteriorate.

This is also why martial artists need the meat of exotic beasts; they need to draw blood and energy from the outside to nourish their bodies.

This shows that many of the people here are actually just there to freeload and scam people out of the meat of strange beasts.

A group of people boasted and joked for a long time, eating and drinking to their hearts' content, talking a lot of nonsense.

Some of them were even drunk and dizzy, shouting loudly on the side, completely disregarding the others.

Chen Shisheng was really not used to this kind of scene. In his opinion, it would be better to go back and hone his qi and blood and speed up the bone forging process than to spend this much time on it.

Thinking of this, he immediately got up, bid farewell to Wen Fengling, and left.

As soon as he left, the atmosphere became even more lively. These people clearly knew Wen Fengling's preferences, and they were spouting all sorts of boastful and unrealistic words.

It's all made-up stories, with people talking about how they used to be.

The writing style was so captivating that it made my blood boil, and I longed to experience it for myself.

She had always longed for the life of a wandering swordsman, especially since she had loved reading storybooks since childhood and was extremely fascinated by the plots.

If her family hadn't always forbade her to go out, she would have wanted to go out and explore on her own long ago.

The party ended quickly.

When Wen Fengling got down to business, he announced the bandit suppression operation to everyone, but everyone made excuses to decline.

"I am truly sorry, but I have recently had some insights and am nearing a breakthrough. My qi and blood are unstable, and I am currently engaged in bandit suppression..."

A tall, burly man looked regretful and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Understood! Brother Liu, please go home; I'll explain things to your family. Best wishes for your success!"

Wen Fengling clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and replied solemnly.

"Miss Wen, my mother-in-law recently passed away, and at home..."

My second child caught a cold...

"My old injury has flared up again, and I'm powerless to help..."

Wen Fengling agreed to all of them, and before leaving, he instructed his servants to give each person a pound of exotic beast meat.

She stood up, saw off the last martial artist, and then relaxed, slumping into the chair without any regard for her image, revealing her two round and firm thighs.

"Miss, these martial artists you've gathered all cower in the face of trouble. They're all greedy, freeloaders..."

Jiang Yue'er, who was standing to the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer and couldn't help but speak up to persuade him.