After waiting for a moment, Zhao Xing entered the Hall of Saints to seek Spells. There were no statues here, only spirit tablets, which held a slightly lower status than the solitary enshrined Yin Gods.
However, since he was only seeking low to mid-tier Spells, it didn't matter much.
Zhao Xing found a secluded corner and sat cross-legged on a prayer mat.
"This Disciple has no particular preference; any school's Spells will do. Whichever True Monarch wishes to impart a Spell, this Disciple will learn it," Zhao Xing prayed silently.
The thought expressed only one meaning: no picking!
As if hearing Zhao Xing's prayer, a gentle breeze soon blew, encircling Zhao Xing's body.
Zhao Xing involuntarily closed his eyes, a sign that the imparting of the Spell had begun.
At the same time, among the densely packed spirit tablets of the Saints, one named 'True Monarch Zheng Lun' glowed faintly.
"Kill!"
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
"Hee-haw, hee-haw~"
"Enemy attack!"
Dark clouds gathered, and the valley was eerie.
Clashing weapons and warhorses, shouts of battle shook the heavens.
Zhao Xing found himself on a narrow, one-line gorge, pushing a grain cart, while from the cliffs on both sides, rolling stones, logs, and a rain of arrows poured down.
Instinct made Zhao Xing immediately want to cast a Spell, but he found himself to be illusory in this place.
Arrows passed through his body without causing any harm.
"So this is a scene for receiving a Spell and comprehending the Dao. It seems the True Monarch who imparted the Spell was a Military Logistics Officer in his lifetime."
When encountering a battlefield scene during Dao comprehension, it generally means the person was a Military Logistics Officer in their lifetime, or that their main achievements were gained on the battlefield, which led to their ennoblement.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~"
Arrows rained down.
However, this grain convoy was not entirely defenseless.
The grain-transporting soldiers exerted a little force, and the grain cart in front of them was overturned. They then quickly ducked under the cart, beginning to move with the cart and themselves as one.
"Is this a Spirit Shield Cart?" Zhao Xing recognized it at a glance.
"Spirit Shield Carts, quickly form a defensive array! Colonel Congyun, immediately block the enemy's line of sight!"
A roar spread with the wind. Upon hearing this sound, the attacked grain transport team began to defend.
Zhao Xing looked towards the source of the sound and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a golden coir raincoat and wearing a hundred-flower bamboo hat, issuing commands.
Wind encircled his body, and arrows automatically veered off three feet before reaching him.
At the same time, several other Logistics Officers with similar attire, their faces unclear, were casting Spells around him.
"Colonel Zhongxian, Logistics Officer Zheng Lun."
Zhao Xing's mind naturally brought forth this person's name, official title, and ennobled rank.
"It seems this True Monarch is imparting the Spell to me."
Concentrating his mind, he began to carefully observe Zheng Lun's Spellcasting.
Mists obscured the vision of the ambushing soldiers on both sides of the gorge, and the number of arrows immediately decreased.
After ten breaths, the arrows, rolling stones, and logs completely stopped.
Because thunder began to rumble within the clouds; if they didn't run away or take cover, they would all be struck dead by Zheng Lun's lightning.
However, even so, they ran too late.
"Boom!"
Lightning, like threads, fell straight down, shattering the enemies on the mountaintop.
Even if they hid behind rocks, the lightning could curve to hit them.
"Charge!"
The pressure from the attacks above slightly eased, but two more contingents of battle-hardened soldiers rushed out from the front and back of the gorge.
"Great Halberd Warriors?!"
Zhao Xing recognized this ancient type of soldier. The warriors rushing forward each held a three-meter-long great halberd.
All the warriors were armored, even with face masks, only revealing a pair of eyes. On their heads were a pair of ferocious ram horns. As they ran, fist-sized stones were crushed, and the ground trembled.
The Great Halberd Warriors possessed abundant Qi and blood. Among the soldiers, a military flag shone brightly, and countless threads of Qi and blood from the warriors' bodies converged on the military flag, after which a rainbow light shot up into the sky.
"Buzz~"
A gap was torn in the clouds above the gorge.
"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish~"
The grain-transporting soldiers inside the Spirit Shield Carts began to shoot arrows in return, but the arrows could not penetrate the armor.
Seeing the Great Halberd Warriors approaching, Zheng Lun acted again.
"Wind come!"
A strong wind suddenly rose in the gorge. Zhao Xing shivered as the wind swept past him.
He looked at Zheng Lun, only to see black storms raging in the other's eyes.
At the same time, this unusual phenomenon was also reflected in the eyes of the Great Halberd Warriors.
"Thud!"
The first row of Great Halberd Warriors fell without warning.
Like paper figures, they were easily blown down by this strange wind.
Row after row, as if straw flattened by a strong wind, nearly five hundred Great Halberd Warriors were annihilated in the blink of an eye.
The other contingent of Great Halberd Warriors, seeing such a bizarre sight, began to collapse and retreat the way they came.
"Hmph!" Zheng Lun turned and pointed, and the flowing clouds quickly followed.
"Splash, splash, splash, splash~"
Rain poured down, and the Great Halberd Warriors' speed immediately slowed, as if they were stuck in mud.
"All troops pursue, kill the enemy!"
Zheng Lun gave the order, and all the soldiers emerged from the Spirit Shield Carts, turning to pursue the fleeing remnants.
The grain transport team had only about 500 men, but the two ambushing forces, front and back, totaled over 1,500. Yet, they couldn't take them down and were instead routed and scattered.
"So strong." Seeing this scene, Zhao Xing couldn't help but praise.
In the heavy rain, enemy soldiers fell one after another, until finally, their bodies stiffened, and their faces turned pale.
Zhao Xing gained some enlightenment.
He understood what Spells this Military Logistics Officer was imparting.
It was at this moment that everything suddenly stood still.
The stern Zheng Lun turned his head and looked at Zhao Xing, the 'outsider,' as if in encouragement.
"Thank you, True Monarch."
Zhao Xing cupped his hands and bowed, after which the scene completely shattered.
You received a Spell in the Hall of Saints and comprehended the Intermediate Stage Spell 'Lightning Strike.'
Lightning Strike: Intermediate Stage Spell
Effect: Summons lightning to strike the enemy
Proficiency: 0 / 9999
You received a Spell in the Hall of Saints and comprehended the Intermediate Stage Spell 'Yin Wind.'
Yin Wind: Intermediate Stage Spell
Effect: Yin Wind blows, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.
Proficiency: 0 / 9999
You received a Spell in the Hall of Saints and comprehended the Intermediate Stage Spell 'Ice Rain.'
Ice Rain: Intermediate Stage Spell
Effect: Raindrops turn to ice, Qi and blood congeal into frost
Zhao Xing opened his eyes and looked at a row of enshrined spirit tablets, bowing again as per custom, then walked out of the main hall.
He hadn't expected to gain such unexpected rewards from receiving Spells in the Hall of Saints this time, learning three Intermediate Stage Spells at once.
And all of them were attack-type.
Normally, Lightning Strike is relatively easy to learn, but Yin Wind and Ice Rain are exclusive to Military Logistics Officers. Before officially becoming an officer, the probability of learning them is extremely low.
"Lightning Strike, Yin Wind, Ice Rain—these three are all upgraded versions of the Four Spells of Heavenly Timing. It seems I am good at combat, which is why this Military Logistics Officer noticed me and imparted these offensive Spells."
This perfectly compensated for Zhao Xing's lack of offensive power. He was no longer a Logistics Officer who could only hide and dodge with straw figures, but a Logistics Officer with considerable destructive power!
Returning to the Logistics Officer's Office, Zhao Xing told Xue Wenzhong about the Spell reception. The old Logistics Officer was stunned: "I can teach you Lightning Strike, but I don't know Yin Wind and Ice Rain. You'll have to find Chen Shijie."
Spell proficiency: The numbers are not made too large, otherwise, in the Late Stage, astronomical numbers like 1 billion and 800 million make no difference. Therefore, each time a stage is advanced, it starts counting from zero. The difficulty of acquiring proficiency increases accordingly, and the same applies to Qi Gathering.