Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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At the northern part of the Waterwood Principality lies Coldwind City.

Ten miles northeast of the city, a sprawling camp stretched for several miles, stationed here.

It was noon, and wisps of smoke rose straight into the sky. Upon reaching a height of over a hundred meters, the northern chill wind blew them away, dispersing and merging them into a swirling mass that flew southward.

At the entrance of the camp, a man with a square face, clad in armor and a resolute expression, strode forward with determination. Behind him, Ling Yi, dressed in light blue cotton clothing, carrying a bundle and a wooden box, followed closely.

Before long, the two figures stood before a large, spacious tent.

"Little Brother Ling, please wait a moment. I'll go inform the general," the square-faced man turned to Ling Yi and said.

Ling Yi maintained a warm smile throughout, nodding gently, "Thank you, Commander Jiang."

Jiang Yuan nodded at Ling Yi, then turned to the guards standing on either side of the tent entrance and asked, "Is the general here?"

Before the guards could respond, a deep voice sounded from inside the tent, "Jiang Yuan? Come in directly—"

"Yes, General!" Even through the curtain, Jiang Yuan immediately straightened his posture and responded loudly upon hearing the voice.

Without hesitation, he lifted the heavy curtain and stepped into the tent.

As Jiang Yuan entered the tent, Ling Yi, standing four or five meters away, smiled at the two guards and waited patiently.

The two guards, taken aback by Ling Yi's smile, nodded slightly in response.

Ling Yi lowered his gaze, his mind as calm as an ancient well, his senses sharp. Though he did not look around, his acute hearing and sense of smell allowed him to form a preliminary impression of the camp environment.

At that moment, Ling Yi heard a conversation, not very loud but clear and distinct.

The conversation was between two figures, one standing and one sitting, behind the thick curtain of the tent, about ten meters away from where Ling Yi stood.

The standing figure was the newly arrived Jiang Yuan, while the seated figure was none other than the commander of this camp, one of the five generals of the Waterwood Principality, Duke Snowpine—Song Yao!

"A little guy who just broke through to Soul Master, with a Spirit Weapon like 'Blue Silver Grass,' which is considered a waste. You actually brought him here personally. Tell me, who is this kid?" Song Yao sat firmly in his chair, his gaze piercing as he looked at Jiang Yuan, exuding a strong sense of authority.

Under the watchful eye of his superior, Jiang Yuan did not mince words. He took out a letter from his chest, held it with both hands in front of him, and bowed slightly, presenting it.

Seeing this, Song Yao's eyes flickered, and with a wave of his hand, the letter seemed to be picked up by an invisible force, moving toward him.

Duke Snowpine Song Yao, Spirit Weapon 'Thousand Ice Snowpine Sword,' Level 69 Agile Attack Soul Emperor!

Glancing at the cover of the letter, Song Yao raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh? A recommendation letter from that old fox Fu Shan? Let me see..."

With that, he opened the letter and began to read.

After scanning through it quickly, Song Yao placed the letter on the table in front of him, and said, "Hmm~ This kid is interesting. His first soul skill has a healing effect, and he's also a high-level blacksmith capable of forging weapons up to five hundred levels. Interesting, truly interesting—"

"With these two identities combined, he's definitely someone worth paying attention to in my camp. And he even has a recommendation letter from Fu Shan. Ambitious, isn't he—"

Song Yao came from an old Soul Master family. His ancestors followed the grandfather of the Duke of Waterwood to the northeastern corner of this continent, where they were granted the fiefdom of Waterwood Principality by the Tian Dou Empire.

In his early years, he devoted most of his energy to cultivating his Spirit Weapon. However, as his progress slowed, he inherited the title of Marquis from his uncle and became one of the five generals of the principality. As the commander of the northern forces, he had seen all sorts of people.

Among these people were the old nobles and Soul Master families from the capital, the local strongmen and power players in Coldwind City, and the various strivers and opportunists from the lower ranks trying to climb the social ladder.

With this letter, Ling Yi's image in Song Yao's eyes was that of an opportunist seeking special treatment.

Of course, at nearly sixty years old, Song Yao had long passed the stage of disdain and disgust for such opportunism, becoming accustomed to it instead.

Pushing the letter forward with two fingers, he said indifferently, "No need to see me. Take the kid to the Logistics Department for registration.

Register him in both the Medical Corps and the Logistics Corps, and give him a position. That way, I won't have to face any complaints from that old fox Fu Shan—"

"Yes—!" Jiang Yuan, hearing Song Yao's words, ignored the last part and saluted by placing his right fist over his left chest, the metal armor making a metallic sound in response to his firm and resolute voice.

Song Yao waved his hand and said no more, picking up a document to read.

Amidst the aroma of the communal meal being prepared by the cooks, Ling Yi followed Jiang Yuan to the Medical Corps and the Logistics Corps, registering his information in both.

After some consideration, Ling Yi chose a tent in the Medical Corps area, selecting an empty one as his quarters.

Expressing his sincere gratitude to Commander Jiang, he watched him leave decisively and then followed a few colleagues from the Medical Corps to the dining area.

Two fist-sized steamed buns, a bowl of vegetable and potato stew with just a bit of salt, and a generous portion of broth and water.

Sitting on wooden stools, Ling Yi and his colleagues, spaced a few meters apart, bowed their heads and ate their food.

Unlike the simple fare of the common soldiers, Ling Yi and his colleagues had a more luxurious stew with egg flowers, shrimp, and minced meat, and each had a chicken leg.

Amidst the envious gazes from afar, Ling Yi ate while slowly turning his head to take in the new surroundings.

"Mr. Ling~"

Beside him, a tall, lanky young man glanced at the round metal badge on Ling Yi's chest, then at his observant demeanor, and smiled, saying, "Technically, a Soul Master like you could go to the Small Canteen for specially prepared dishes. There's no need for you to eat this communal meal with us ordinary people..."

As he spoke, the young man observed Ling Yi's facial expression.

Including the young man, there were four other members of the Medical Corps with Ling Yi, one old and three young.

Unlike Ling Yi, these four were either ordinary people without soul power or Soul Adepts with only two or three levels of soul power, almost indistinguishable from ordinary people.

(End of Chapter)