Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 762 Chapter 312: Time Flies!

Right at this instant!

This revolutionary sub-panel left Zhao Feng utterly stunned too.

Thanks to this panel, the mighty Qin Empire ahead will stand invincible.

"Loyalty under fifty, or even zero loyalty, marks them as traitors to Qin, likely holdovers from the Six States."

"With the realm now unified, Heibing Platform acts as the spy network, aligning seamlessly with my Yan Court. Yan Court will handle this purge moving forward."

"Soon, compile a full list of them and wipe them out entirely."

Having checked the Empire Panel, Zhao Feng spotted numerous disloyal officials.

A handful lurked even within the court itself.

The Empire Panel encompassed every branch, county, and region of Qin in exhaustive detail.

Beyond revealing Qin's dominion.

One more vital feature stood out.

Qin's populace, troops, and forces all laid bare before Zhao Feng's eyes.

Nation Name: Great Qin Empire.

Population: 82,640,000 [Boosting population unlocks treasure box rewards]

Military Strength: Five Camps 1,400,000, Prefecture Soldiers 180,000, Logistics Army 500,000

Martial Artists: 50,301 [Hitting a Martial Artist threshold unlocks treasure box rewards]

National Power: Level 1 [Raising national power unlocks treasure box rewards]

"Growing the population grants treasure box rewards?"

"Plus, boosting Martial Artists yields rewards too."

"Most importantly, elevating national power brings treasure boxes?"

"What exactly drives national power growth? Qin's military might is already unrivaled, with millions of crack troops."

"Thus, it must be holistic, encompassing more than just arms; people's welfare counts as well."

"This might just raise the national power tier."

"Martial Artists prove simpler."

"Once Martial Artists hit a key number, treasure box rewards activate. This one's straightforward; I can push martial arts training across the army, fortify our forces—Qin troops boast utmost loyalty after all."

"For population, in these times, keep folks fed and sheltered, and Qin people will eagerly multiply."

"After cultural fusion, spread the high-yield spiritual grain I first obtained everywhere. Right now, it's limited to Yan Court bases."

"This spiritual grain ensures Qin folk never starve again."

Zhao Feng's face showed deep thought.

National power's might fuses the whole Great Qin Empire—not merely military prowess, but welfare and the collective strength of its people.

Regarding Martial Artists.

These current Martial Artists serve as Zhao Feng's Yan Court Secret Agents. Yan Court has expanded massively over the years to this scale.

Clearly.

Martial Artists from the Minor World fall outside this Empire Panel.

Naturally.

Population growth remains crucial.

The Empire Panel's emergence hands Zhao Feng three paths to claim treasure boxes.

"Tianxuan Mirror."

"Maybe launch a test run in the army first."

"Begin with soldiers, then roll out to commoners; every Qin subject gets a Tianxuan Sub-Mirror."

"But cultural unity is needed first, founding the Qin Yun Dynasty—only true Qin folk receive the Tianxuan Sub-Mirror," Zhao Feng mused inwardly.

In truth, he was charting Qin's destiny.

Tianxuan Mirror.

A supreme spiritual treasure linking all of Qin flawlessly.

Distance poses no obstacle.

Across myriad miles, communications zip through the Tianxuan Mirror, with projections into its realm feasible.

Certainly.

Military.

Five Camps.

Absolute trust rests with them.

Battle-hardened loyalists who bled for Qin—distribute the Tianxuan Mirror, share martial arts, kick off from the ranks.

"Call the Grand Commandant."

"Gather every Senior General."

After brief reflection, Zhao Feng commanded at once.

"Yes."

Zhang Ming responded promptly.

"We'll launch from the military." Zhao Feng resolved firmly.

Before long.

"Your minister pays respects to the Crown Prince."

Wang Jian alongside Qin's five Senior Generals entered the hall and saluted Zhao Feng.

"I bear a vital military reform, tied to Qin's core and the surge of its might." Zhao Feng gestured grandly, face grave.

"Issue your orders, Crown Prince; we pledge our lives in obedience."

Wang Jian and the generals vowed together.

"Come with me."

Zhao Feng stood and strode from the hall.

Though baffled, the six trailed Zhao Feng.

Shortly after.

They reached the martial arts arena inside the residence.

"Spot that archery target?"

Zhao Feng lifted his hand, gesturing toward the archery target located five zhang distant.

"We see it," everyone responded, though all except Tu Sui appeared baffled.

"Tu Sui."

"Shatter it," Zhao Feng ordered.

"Yes."

Tu Sui strode forward at once, clenching his right fist while fixating on the archery target five zhang away.

"What's going on here?"

"Destroying the archery target from a distance?"

"Some kind of trick?"

Wang Jian and the others observed in bewilderment, utterly clueless about Zhao Feng's display.

Yet in the very next instant.

Tu Sui channeled his True Qi, hurling a punch through the air at the archery target five zhang distant.

A formless Fist Power surged forth.

A thunderous boom echoed.

The archery target exploded instantly, its pieces scattering across the ground.

"This... this..."

The generals stared in confusion, their eyes brimming with astonishment.

"This is the martial arts imparted by His Highness."

Tu Sui faced Wang Jian and the rest, his tone laced with pride.

The way of martial arts.

No one in the Great Qin Dynasty Court, holding a rank above the Nine Ministers, had ever practiced it.

Ever since Zhao Feng rose to Crown Prince, their standing had skyrocketed, elevating them to genuine confidants of the Crown Prince and future vital officials of the realm.

"Martial arts?"

Shock seized the generals as their gazes all snapped toward Zhao Feng: "Crown Prince, could this be the Strength of the Immortals?"

"If you refer to it as the Strength of the Immortals, then yes, that's correct."