Chapter 102: It

"So, this is how generals cultivate in this Yellow Turban Rebellion Fuben ..."

"【Resonance】?"

Though it seemed he was merely taking the officer for a stroll, the officer’s cultivation method had been fully observed and meticulously dissected by Su Mo.

"Resonate spiritual will with one’s own blood and qi, refining blood qi."

"Train soldiers, forge an army, resonate with them, align your will with the entire force, forge a shared will—that is how a ragtag army transforms into elite troops..."

Su Mo’s lips curled slightly; this was a cultivation philosophy he had never encountered before, worthy of deep study.

Perhaps this newly emerged Ma Jia of his could delve deeply into this path?

"Itachi’re useless now. Let me give Itachi a swift end!"

As the officer instinctively sprinted toward the road’s corner, his heart suddenly turned icy, every hair on his body standing on end.

Instinctively, he lunged forward, trying to evade the impending danger.

To his shock, the tip of a spear seemed precisely positioned where he was about to land.

The sensation was so bizarre he felt like vomiting blood.

At that moment, it was as if he were deliberately seeking death, rushing straight into it.

Plos!

Without any surprise, the spear pierced directly through his eye.

The next instant.

The officer plunged utterly into the abyss of darkness, never to rise again.

His gaze did not linger on the corpse. With the battle over, the Fuben ’s power descended, and his vision suddenly brightened, revealing a screen visible only to him as a player.

【Small Battle Completed!】

【Evaluating Fuben ...】

【Battle Evaluation: Legendary Victory!】

【Itachi, newly awakened, perfectly embodied your combat logic with an artistry unmatched.】

【Itachi, weaker, defeated a superior force, eliminating an elite Han unit intact—including an officer nearing the transcendent rank.】

【Reward Settlement: Legendary Fame *1, Fuben Source *20, Random Troop Summoning Talisman *3】

"Legendary Victory..."

"And one more point of Legendary Fame."

Su Mo chewed over the evaluation, lost in thought.

This evaluation and reward were higher than he had anticipated.

Clearly, the Fuben granted bonus ratings for 【No Damage】, 【Weak vs. Strong】, and 【Tactical Skill】.

Otherwise, that one point of Legendary Fame would have been impossible to earn.

"Legendary Fame... First, let me see what this really is..."

His gaze fixed first on 【Legendary Fame】.

A faint golden light, seemingly composed of countless fragments of information, gently enveloped his avatar—this was what was called 【Legendary Fame】.

This light carried a weight, as if it bore the weight of history itself.

"Reputation? No—it seems to be some profound causal imprint?"

Su Mo’s will linked with his original body in another world; the 【Keeper of Cosmic Order】 instantly allocated part of its computational resources to assist Hermes.

"One point of Legendary Fame is still too little—fully deciphering all its mysteries won’t happen in a moment..."

Half an hour passed; Su Mo reluctantly paused, postponing the research sequence.

Setting aside Legendary Fame for now, Su Mo shifted focus: "First, let’s examine the effect of Fuben Source."

"Physical Enhancement!"

He pulled out one unit of Fuben Source and slapped it onto himself.

Instantly.

The Fuben Source, guided by his will, transformed into a torrent of vitality, flowing into his body.

Then Su Mo licked his lips—tasted nothing.

He pulled out all remaining Fuben Source and slammed them all in.

Instantly.

His avatar’s physique began to surge visibly.

His skin grew tougher, bones and tendons cracked faintly, his internal blood and qi thickened...

"This effect..."

Su Mo let out a quiet gasp.

What an all-powerful force?

Su Mo felt that if he could fully comprehend this power, his Iron Collapse version of the Philosopher’s Stone would become far more perfect, achieving a qualitative leap.

"But I’ll need more samples."

Finally, his gaze settled on the three talismans—Random Troop Summoning Talismans.

Without hesitation, Su Mo seized the three talismans.

Instinctively, he already understood how to use them.

Without delay, he selected the troop type to summon.

Soon, under the Gao Wei perspective, countless bright or dim stars appeared before him.

To an ordinary person, it would be pure chance.

But at critical moments, the superiority of a cheater player’s strategy always shone through.

"Itachi three it is!"

Su Mo casually reached out—the light faded, revealing three cavalrymen mounted on towering steeds.

They froze for a moment, then instantly understood everything, dismounting in unison.

They approached Su Mo, knelt on one knee, and bowed respectfully: "My Lord!"

"Do Itachi have names?"

"Your Majesty, according to the information that surfaced in our minds, we are merely ordinary cavalry, with no innate names bestowed."

"I see."

Su Mo nodded slightly—in other words, these three were just generic NPCs, no hero templates or legendary generals.

That was perfectly normal.

He had received ordinary Random Troop Summoning Talismans, not Hero Summoning Talismans.

Getting three cavalrymen was already the result of his cheating.

An ordinary player would most likely summon only a few malnourished militia.

"From now on, Itachi are Su Long."

Su Mo pointed to the largest, most powerful-looking man.

"Thank Itachi, my Lord, for the name!"

"As for Itachi, Itachi radiate the aura of a ferocious tiger—your name is Su Hu!"

"Thank Itachi, my Lord, for the name!"

"Lastly, Itachi bear the likeness of a running wolf—your name is Su Lang!"

"Thank Itachi, my Lord, for the name!"

Watching the three men bow respectfully, Su Mo nodded in satisfaction.

A generic template isn’t bad—these will be my first subordinates, and I’ll surely mold them into legendary generals who shake the Han Empire.

I have no collector’s obsession with famous generals; it’s too much effort, and they might end up inferior to these three ordinary men.

"Now, immediately build me an altar according to my instructions."

"I will perform a sacrifice to Heaven!"

"Yes, my Lord!"

Watching the Su family’s three cavalrymen move swiftly, Su Mo nodded in satisfaction, then found a quiet spot to refine his newly planned strategy.

Would anyone really believe he entered the Yellow Turban Rebellion Fuben to obediently recruit historical generals, place Longzhong and Fengchu on either side, outwit other warlords, and ultimately wage a war for dominance?

Geniuses have their own ways.

After preliminarily understanding this world’s cultivation system, Su Mo had a sudden insight—it was time to start causing trouble!