Chapter 6

The *Treatise on Soldiers* has been compiled for thousands of years, and later generations of wise men have revised it. It not only records military strategies but also includes the arrangement and deduction of formations. Many cultivators study the *Treatise on Soldiers*, from which some can gain enlightenment, while others can learn the essence of formations and create powerful killing formations that can shake the heavens and the earth.

For example, places like the Ten Thousand Respected Stone Men Platform, the Misty Ghost Forest, and the Eight Trigrams Four Symbols Mountain... These dangerous areas were all created by ancient people based on the formations in the *Treatise on Soldiers*, combined with their own research, and arranged according to the terrain and celestial principles. After thousands of years of nurturing by the earth and the movement of soil and rocks, they have formed one by one into magical and perilous sealed killing grounds.

Feng Feiyun had only flipped through a few pages and had not conducted in-depth research. When Feng Wanpeng asked him a question, he suddenly felt at a loss for words.

Damn, I should have said I couldn't recognize a single character. Why answer this damn question!

However, when he saw the burning gazes of Liu the steward and Feng Wanpeng, a strange emotion arose deep in Feng Feiyun's heart. This emotion told him that he must not let those who truly cared for him lose hope.

He could only tough it out!

Feng Feiyun gently smoothed his sleeves, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "The *Treatise on Soldiers* is profound and rich in content, with deep and meticulous logic, and is full of changes. It includes the probability of war, the relationship between war and morale, the role of psychological factors, the concentration of forces, and many other aspects. One could say that the *Treatise on Soldiers* is not only useful for military campaigns but also suitable for the confrontations between cultivators, emphasizing the importance of psychological warfare over physical warfare..."

Feng Feiyun spoke confidently, his words firm and convincing. As he spoke, he extended his hand and gestured in the air, as if simulating a battle between two armies.

"In a confrontation between two armies, whether attacking or defending a city, the most important thing is the morale of the soldiers, followed by the arrangement of troops. If leading a divine army to attack an evil sect's altar, the formation becomes particularly crucial..."

Feng Feiyun's expression was serious and meticulous, exuding the demeanor of a general!

Feng Wanpeng and Liu the steward were completely shocked, their eyes wide open, rubbing their eyes, afraid they had mistaken the person!

Even the four young maids guarding the door were so surprised that their jaws almost dropped to the ground. Their beautiful eyes were filled with admiration, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Is this still the uneducated Young Master Feng?

Is this still the man who was neither literate nor martial?

Is this still the second-generation parasite who lived off his family's wealth?

Liu the old steward, his hands trembling with excitement, tears streaming down his face, said, "Master, look at Young Master Feng. He is not a mediocre person. His understanding of military strategy makes this old servant feel ashamed. If the Young Miss knew, she would be overjoyed!"

Although Feng Wanpeng was much calmer than Liu the steward, he was almost moved to bang the table. Could it be that the heavens are favoring me, Feng Wanpeng? This boy doesn't seem to be a hopeless wimp. If he can change his old habits and work hard, he might achieve great things in the future.

Feng Wanpeng suppressed his excitement, keeping his face calm, and continued to test him, "You said that psychological warfare is more important than physical warfare. How do you interpret this?"

"Psychological warfare is paramount, physical warfare is secondary. To subdue the enemy without fighting," Feng Feiyun replied.

"Then what do you think is the most important factor in a war?" Feng Wanpeng asked without revealing his emotions.

Feng Feiyun had never experienced real military warfare, and he really didn't know how to answer this question. After much thought, he replied, "Luck."

"Luck?" Feng Wanpeng frowned, pondered for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh. "What a good answer. If you really go to war, bad luck can cause a million-strong army to collapse. Luck! Timing! Destiny!"

This was the first time Feng Feiyun had seen Feng Wanpeng smile!

Although this answer wasn't entirely accurate, it wasn't wrong either. Feng Wanpeng felt he could start to reassess his own son.

However, it was just a reassessment. A wastrel who had been decadent for over a decade, even if he turned over a new leaf, would not easily achieve great things.

And who knew if this guy was just temporarily interested. He might go out and tease innocent girls in a few days.

"Although you have some understanding of military strategy, it's not much. Compared to your elder brother's talent, you still fall short," Feng Wanpeng said. "Liu, go and invite Master Ge from the city guard camp. Starting tomorrow, have him teach Young Master Feng military strategy!"

Liu the steward was overjoyed. Master Ge was the most knowledgeable military strategist in Lingzhou City. The fact that the master invited him to be Young Master Feng's teacher showed how much he valued him.

The Divine Jin Dynasty ruled by martial power, and every year, it engaged in large-scale wars with other dynasties, even with some evil sects. If he mastered military strategy and joined the Divine Army, his future would be boundless.

Becoming a white-robed military strategist with a hundred victories, with great military achievements, would certainly make him famous throughout the world.

Liu the steward happily accepted the order and left the hall. Although he looked old and frail, his speed was frighteningly fast, like a gentle breeze that didn't touch the ground, and his figure disappeared from the hall.

Feng Feiyun followed him out of the hall and into the courtyard, pondering his future plans. Cultivation must come first; only by becoming strong himself could he spread his wings and soar.

"Since I'm here, I'll make a name for myself in the Divine Jin Dynasty."

"Re-cultivating might also be a way to temper my mind, and it might not be a bad thing. Who knows, it might even elevate my realm to a higher level."

A smile appeared on Feng Feiyun's face as he looked at the残影 of the spirit boat in his palm, as if he was looking forward to something!

The future is in my hands.

"Flying Cloud, I heard you can read now. Is that true?"

By the pond, a handsome and elegant man walked over, wearing a blue scholar's robe and a white black-iron sword hanging from his waist. His body was filled with spiritual energy. Although he seemed to be walking leisurely, each step he took covered three zhang, and a faint, almost invisible white mist escaped from his feet.

He was like a celestial being descended from the heavens, and any woman who saw him would scream in delight.

Young, talented, very handsome, and very elegant!

These words were not too much to describe Feng Suyu.

Feng Suyu's face was full of smiles, giving a very friendly impression. He walked up and patted Feng Feiyun on the shoulder.

This was Feng Feiyun's elder brother, also the adopted son of Feng Wanpeng.

If Feng Feiyun was a second-generation parasite despised by all of Lingzhou City, then Feng Suyu was the epitome of brilliance, talented, powerful, and handsome, with a kind and gentle personality.

In the eyes of the people, Feng Feiyun and Feng Suyu were two extremes. Many people even called Feng Suyu the young lord behind his back, while they cursed Feng Feiyun as a scoundrel, a villain, and a beast.

Feng Suyu was also particularly good to Feng Feiyun, like a loving older brother. For example, when Feng Feiyun first defiled a woman, it was Feng Suyu who arranged it for him.

Another example, when Feng Feiyun first set fire to the academy, it was Feng Suyu who gave him the idea.

Yet another example, whenever Feng Feiyun did something evil outside, it was Feng Suyu who helped him resolve the issues, and he would only casually mention it to Feng Wanpeng, without spreading it around.

If it were the old Feng Feiyun, he would have been grateful to this kind and friendly elder brother. But the current Feng Feiyun found his smile disgusting.

If it weren't for Feng Suyu's guidance from a young age, how could Feng Feiyun have become the person he is now, despised by all the people of Lingzhou City?

Feng Suyu was just an adopted son. To inherit the position of Lingzhou City Lord, he needed to make Feng Feiyun completely fall from grace, making Feng Wanpeng lose hope in his biological son. Only then would he have a chance to become the City Lord.

Feng Suyu's urgent arrival was probably because he had received news and wanted to probe Feng Feiyun's true state.

If Feng Feiyun really learned to read, it would threaten his future position as City Lord. If necessary, he could eliminate him in the cradle, cutting off the roots.