About twenty minutes later, Jiang Yelan's figure emerged from the twilight, landing silently in front of Lin Feng.

She placed her right fist against her chest, her voice low: "Reconnaissance complete. The Undead Army near Huian County is similar in scale to the one at Nha Trang County. Five thousand Skeleton Soldiers, one thousand Undead troops, and a level thirty-five Undead Archmage. It is not in the city but wandering five miles outside Huian County."

Lin Feng nodded: "Good work, take a rest."

Jiang Yelan nodded slightly and stepped aside.

He withdrew his gaze, calculating silently; it was another level thirty-five Undead Archmage.

He was level twenty-nine. Killing targets six levels higher yielded a high chance of dropping good items; he had to exploit this advantage.

If he let Ye Lan or Jiang Zhaoyue make the kill, they would certainly level up, but a piece of epic equipment or a high-level Class Change Book provided a far greater boost to the territory than one person gaining a level.

Furthermore, this time he could try that method: distributing the majority of the experience to Yu Rou to help her level up as quickly as possible.

He turned to look at Su Yurou: "Yu Rou."

Su Yurou raised her head, stood up, and walked over.

The white ribbon of her headband fluttered gently in the wind, and the halo of her shield flickered slightly with her footsteps.

"Lord, what is it?"

Lin Feng's voice was steady: "Later, when I am locked in # Nоvеlight # combat with the Undead Archmage, I will intentionally let it hit me a few times. You must use your Healing Spell and Purification frequently. Each time should count as a contribution, which means you should be able to receive the majority of the kill experience."

Su Yurou clutched the bone healing staff, her fingers tightening slightly, and she softly replied: "Rest assured, Lord, I will not let your health drop."

Feng Qingyan opened her mouth nearby, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.

Her eyes were full of envy—not jealousy, but the kind of envy that says, "I want to be carried by the Lord to level up too."

Feng Qingshuang glanced at her expressionlessly without speaking, the ruby on her staff glowing faintly before dimming again.

Lin Feng turned to the others, his voice steady: "Everyone else, follow the strategy from this morning. Meng Yi, advance from the front; Qin Crossbows lead the way, and the halberds clear the field."

"Ye Lan, lead the Night Whisper Legion to flank and prioritize killing the Necromancers. Lord Jiang, lead the New Moon Legion to pressure the right flank; advance with the shield formation and use fire magic suppression. Aim to end the battle in half an hour."

Everyone acknowledged the order in unison.

Meng Yi was already leading the Commanders of Five Hundred to form ranks; halberds stood like a forest, and the Qin Crossbows were drawn.

Jiang Zhaoyue took the silver-white spear from her back and walked to the front of the New Moon Legion formation.

Jiang Yelan vanished silently into the shadows on the flank of the formation.

Feng Qingyan and Feng Qingshuang stood behind the shield formation, raising their staffs together.

The battle proceeded exactly as it had that morning, only the battlefield had changed.

The sea of skeletons surged forward. The Qin Crossbows unleashed a three-stage volley, arrows pouring down like rain as the Great Qin Elite Soldiers phalanx advanced, their halberds slaughtering the enemy.

The Night Whisper Legion flanked and assassinated the Necromancers, while the New Moon Legion's shield formation blocked the Undead Knights attacking from the flank.

Lin Feng charged straight at the Undead Archmage as usual, but this time he did not seek a quick finish. The angle of his Wildfire Spear thrust was slightly off, and his parry was a half-beat slow, intentionally letting the Archmage's shadow arrows graze his shoulder and slice his arm.

Each time he was hit, Su Yurou's Healing Spell landed almost instantly, the emerald light precisely wrapping around the wounds, keeping his health bar steady.

The Archmage cast Death Curse, a dark red beam shooting toward Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng did not dodge. The Mental Barrier and the yellow turban sacrificial officials headband failed to resist this time, and the curse took effect.

Su Yurou's Purification was cast almost simultaneously, the pale green light dispelling the dark red curse more decisively than ever before.

Lin Feng continued to "accidentally" get hit, Su Yurou's Healing Spells coming one after another. The emerald light of the bone healing staff barely ceased in the twilight.

He felt it was about time.

With a push of his feet, his figure turned into a blur, and the Wildfire Spear truly unleashed its power.

The first spear thrust struck the Archmage's shield, causing it to vibrate violently as cracks spread from the point of impact.

The second thrust followed closely, shattering the shield.

The third thrust pierced through the gap in its guard, penetrating the Archmage's left shoulder: -520.

The Archmage's soulfire flickered violently. Lin Feng's fourth thrust pierced its chest: -510.

The health bar hit zero, the soulfire was suddenly extinguished, and the body disintegrated into countless dark purple specks of light.

The majority of the kill experience flowed to Su Yurou, and white light flashed twice on her body as she leveled up from thirty to thirty-two.

On the ground, a ball of blue light appeared, revealing a bronze-colored booklet.

It lay quietly among the broken bones, the cover clearly embossed with the same silver-white lettering: High-Level Class Change Book: Shield Mage.

Lin Feng bent down to pick up the booklet and tucked it into his robes.

He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he sighed: killing monsters above one's level really was the best way to get good items.

Fighting a level thirty-five at level twenty-nine, two battles and two high-level Class Change Books; such a drop rate was unimaginable at normal level differences.

But who should receive the second book?

Feng Qingyan? Feng Qingshuang? Both sisters were turret-type mages with explosive fire damage, but they were fragile; having a shield would significantly boost their survivability.

Feng Qingyan had a flighty personality; with a shield, she might actually dare to charge into a pile of skeletons to unleash fire.

Feng Qingshuang was steady and calm; the shield would be most effective in her hands.

Whoever got it wouldn't be a loss, but giving it to one would inevitably disappoint the other.

Lin Feng swept his Wildfire Spear across the remaining undead while calculating in his mind.

Forget it, he would leave this troublesome matter to Jiang Zhaoyue. She was the sisters' direct superior and knew best who needed it more, and she was the most qualified to make the decision.

Twenty minutes later, not a single undead remained standing on the battlefield.

Piles of skeleton fragments formed small hills, and the black blood of the Undead Warriors soaked the parched earth of Qingluo Plain.

The Great Qin Elite Soldiers began to clean up the battlefield, collecting arrows, crystals, and scattered dropped equipment.

Meng Yi directed the battalions to tally casualties, and the bodies of the fallen were carried to an open area to await burial.

Lin Feng sheathed his spear, took the bronze-colored booklet in his hand, and walked toward Jiang Zhaoyue.

Everyone's gaze fell in unison upon him—or, more accurately, upon the bronze-colored booklet in his hand.

Feng Qingyan's eyes lit up, the flames on her Fire Crystal flickering violently; her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't dare.

Feng Qingshuang remained expressionless, but the red light on her staff brightened a notch, and her fingers tightened slightly on the staff.

Jiang Zhaoyue stood in front of the New Moon Legion's formation with her silver-white spear on her back. Her gaze was calm, but her fingers gripping the spear tightened slightly.

Lin Feng walked up to Jiang Zhaoyue and handed over the Class Change Book, his tone as casual as if he were handing over a piece of firewood.

"This high-level Class Change Book is worth ten thousand merit points, but since the territory urgently needs Third Rank powerhouses, I'll give a discount: five thousand merit points. The user can take it on credit and pay it back later. As for how to distribute it, you decide."

Jiang Zhaoyue took the booklet with both hands, her fingertips brushing lightly over the cover.

She raised her head to look at Lin Feng, her gaze steady and solemn: "Rest assured, Lord Lin, I will distribute it fairly and impartially. I will not let you down."

Lin Feng nodded and said nothing more.

With a push of his feet, his body shot into the air, flying toward Huian County to the west.

Five miles away, the walls of Huian County loomed in the twilight.

The walls were not high, covered in withered vines, and the city gates were half-open, with dead silence inside.

Lin Feng descended slowly from the air, landing in front of the city gate with his Wildfire Spear in hand, and walked inside alone.