Frankly, this is not much different from soaking in dicinal wine for physical enhancent. As long as one soaks in this dicinal wine, the body can be strengthened, achieving the effect of being impervious to swords and spears, resistant to water and fire.
When the ti cos, let alone the Arrow Feather Bamboo Pit, even if there are enemies ahead, one can fight a hundred by themselves, fearing no swords, spears, or clubs.
After understanding the so-called Art of the Ghost General, Yuwen Feng’s eyes lit up, and a nacing grin appeared on his face.
"It seems heaven is assisting ! However, with such a good recipe, why doesn’t Brother Jun use it himself?" Yuwen Feng showed a puzzled look.
"To be honest, Imperial Brother, I know my limits. Even if I use this secret technique, I cannot reach the peak. Rather than let it be wasted in my hands, it’s better left to soone capable."
Every word spoken by Yuwen Jun struck a chord with Yuwen Feng, and he nodded, "Then I will not decline it."
As Yuwen Feng spoke, he suddenly acted, pushing the strategist beside him into the pit.
Yuwen Feng’s sudden move caught the other strategists by surprise, and the unlucky one pushed into the red Blood Pool fell in unguardedly.
His frantic and shrill scream echoed across the courtyard of the Three-Branch Junction, but Yuwen Feng had long commanded that no unauthorized personnel be allowed nearby. Even if the soldiers outside heard any commotion, they would not co in.
The strategist who fell into the Blood Pool was soon engulfed by a red blood mist. He thrashed and scread like a loach in boiling water, and even as he was dyed into a Blood Man by the mist, his protruding veins on his face were clearly visible.
Seeing his agony, all the strategists turned pale, even Yuwen Feng felt a twinge of fear.
"Brother Jun!"
"Be calm, Brother," Yuwen Jun calmly curled his lips, his eyes still fixed on the Blood Pool before him, "Bone Marrow Cleansing is a world-defying process; to strengthen one’s defense, one must naturally pay the price."
As Yuwen Jun was speaking, the person in the Blood Pool began to change visibly. After his veins bulged, even his muscles started swelling at a visible rate. Then, he no longer scread or howled but stood silently like a statue in the Blood Pool.
"Initially, touching the Blood Pool feels unbearable, but once endured, the ridians will gradually absorb the energy from the pool. After seven days, Brother, you will see a completely different strategist."
The crowd stared hesitantly at the person in the Blood Pool with closed eyes, montarily unsure of what to say.
Though the power was tempting, it was ultimately an ancient redy that no one had tested. Who knew if there would be any side effects?
Yuwen Feng weighed the situation silently and said, "The Ownerless Land is already surrounded by us, capturing Yuwen Luanfei alive is only a matter of ti, so we might as well wait seven days."
The implication was that he would decide whether to enter the pool after the strategist completed the process.
Yuwen Jun nodded, "What Brother says is true, but gathering these pool materials wasn’t easy, giving it to just one strategist seems wasteful."
"What do you an?" Yuwen Feng was displeased. It was generous enough of him to share this ancient secret thod with one person, so how could the foolish Yuwen Jun still suggest sharing it with forty thousand people?
Having one Ghost General in the world was enough; with so many Ghost Generals, what uniqueness would he have?
"Brother does not know, the Ghostly Soldiers were ant to enhance the army’s strength. Moreover, when you see the legendary Underworld Soldiers passing by, aren’t they always in great multitudes?"
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