Feng Qingyan was the first to jump up, her eyes shining with light: "Really? Going to the Dungeon to fight that level 40 War Lord? That's great! I was just worrying about having nowhere to level up! Lord Lin, you really are the roundworm in my stomach—no, wait, you really understand us too well!"

Jiang Zhaoyue lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, picking up her teacup to take a sip, but the light in her eyes was too bright to hide.

Lin Feng turned to Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan again: "The list of fifty core members I asked you to compile last time, give it to me before noon today."

Jiang Zhaoyue put down her teacup, nodded gently, and said with a hint of lightness in her voice: "It's already compiled. I will bring it over after the meeting ends."

Jiang Yelan also nodded, her voice cold and clear: "The list for the Night Whisper Legion is also ready."

Lin Feng nodded slightly and said no more. He stood up and walked toward Su Yurou.

Su Yurou sat in her chair with a calm expression. Lin Feng stopped in front of her and took out a pair of boots from his pack. They were made of cyan leather with smooth wind patterns on the surface—it was the pair of windchaser boots.

He handed them over, his tone as casual as if he were handing her a cup of tea: "Yu Rou, you now have two purple-grade pieces of equipment. With this one, you'll only need one more to activate the purple set effect. Let's try to get it for you when we go to the Dungeon this time."

Su Yurou quickly stood up and accepted the windchaser boots with both hands. She lowered her head to look at the boots, her fingers gently tracing the wind patterns.

She looked up, her voice soft but earnest: "Lord, you are always thinking of us... Thank you, I will definitely make good use of them."

Lin Feng waved his hand, not saying anything.

At this moment, everyone's gaze fell on Lin Feng's feet. That pair of gold-bodied, sharp-angled zhutian war boots gleamed with a restrained and warm luster in the morning light.

Feng Qingyan stared at the boots for three seconds, then suddenly turned her head to look at Feng Qingshuang, her voice rising an octave: "Sister, I bet that within a year, the Lord will definitely have a full set of gold-grade equipment! If I lose, I'll treat you to braised pork for a month!"

Feng Qingshuang glanced at her expressionlessly and said indifferently: "You should first pay back the money you owe me for last month's mana potions."

Feng Qingyan: "...That's not the point!"

She unwillingly glanced at the gold boots on Lin Feng's feet again and muttered in a low voice: "When will I ever have a piece of gold-grade equipment..."

Jiang Zhaoyue shook her head gently, her gaze sweeping over Lin Feng's feet without saying a word.

Lin Feng waved his hand, his tone relaxed: "Fine, when I have a full set of gold-grade equipment, the subsequent gold-grade equipment will go to you all."

Feng Qingyan cheered: "Lord Lin, your word is gold! We all heard it! Don't you dare renege on your promise when the time comes!"

Lin Feng looked at her, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Finish paying back the merit points you owe first, then we'll talk."

Feng Qingyan immediately wilted, lowering her head to count on her fingers, muttering to herself: "Pay back one hundred this month, two hundred next month..."

As she counted, her voice grew quieter and quieter, until finally, there was no sound at all.

Su Yurou pursed her lips and smiled.

Jiang Yelan's mouth also curved upward, though only slightly.

Lin Feng shook his head and restrained his smile: "Alright, this meeting ends here. Everyone, go get busy."

Everyone stood up one after another. Jiang Zhaoyue walked up to Lin Feng, placed a roster on the table, clasped her hands, and bowed slightly.

"Lord Lin, the list of core members for the New Moon Legion is all here. There are fifty people in total, and each person has a brief resume and merit record attached."

Lin Feng picked up the roster and flipped through it. The handwriting was neat and the organization was clear. He nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Zhaoyue nodded slightly and turned to walk out of the Council Hall, her silver-white spear on her back and her ponytail swaying gently in the morning breeze.

Jiang Yelan stood up from the head seat on the left and placed a sheet of paper on the table in front of Lin Feng.

The handwriting was elegant but forceful. She nodded to Lin Feng, her voice cold and clear, but with a bit more seriousness than usual: "Lord, the fifty people of the Night Whisper Legion are all here. Their loyalty is not an issue, and their abilities are sufficient."

Lin Feng nodded: "Good."

Jiang Yelan didn't say anything else and turned to walk out of the Council Hall, her footsteps so light they were almost inaudible.

Only Lin Feng remained in the hall.

He leaned back in his chair, placed the two lists side by side on the table, and picked up his teacup to take a sip.

The tea had already gone cold. It was slightly bitter at first, but the aftertaste was faint, much like the little bit of leisure stolen between battles.

He looked down at the two sheets of paper: one hundred names, one hundred resumes, one hundred Awakened who had fought their way up from the bottom.

These people would be the first batch of core members for the two legions, Night Whisper and New Moon, and they would also be the sharpest blades of Beacon Fire Territory in the future.

Lin Feng folded the lists and tucked them into his shirt, stood up, picked up the Wildfire Spear from the side of the chair, strapped it to his back, and strode out of the Council Hall.

Outside the door, the morning light was perfect, and the pale cyan vines of Qingluo Plain swayed gently in the breeze.

He pushed off with his feet, his body soaring into the air, and flew toward Fenghuo County in the southeast.

He needed to return to Fenghuo County to wait. The annexation ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ applications from those affiliated territories could arrive at any moment. When that happened, he would immediately use up all the recruitment quotas for the Great Qin Elite Soldiers. Ten thousand black-armored Elite Soldiers—just thinking about it made his blood boil.

Flying at full speed, fifty-five meters per second, the wind shrieked in his ears, and the Wildfire Spear emitted a faint hum on his back.

The golden grass waves of Golden Ear Plain spread out beneath him, and the blue-gray walls of the Great Wall snaked along the horizon.

Nearly three hours later, the walls of Fenghuo County rose from the horizon.

The blue-gray walls gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight, and the black-armored soldiers patrolling the walls moved like ants.

Lin Feng did not go through the city gate; he flew directly over the wall and landed at the entrance of the Council Hall.

He pushed the door open and stepped into the Council Hall, immediately sensing a fluctuation coming from the second floor.

The territory core was trembling, like a rapidly beating heart. That was the signal that the annexation applications had arrived, and there was more than one.

Lin Feng quickly went up to the second floor. In the center of the room, the territory core was suspended in mid-air, its golden light several times brighter than usual, like a small sun.

He walked forward and placed his hand on the core.

Streams of information poured into his mind like a waterfall.

The four blue light points at the top—Huangtu County, Baishi County, Nalan County, and Chaman County—the annexation applications from the four county-level territories were neatly arranged at the very top of the light screen.

Following them were twenty-two towns, and behind that were dense clusters of villages, with so many names that he couldn't be bothered to look at them one by one.

Lin Feng selected them all and confirmed them in one go.

After the reception was complete, he casually opened the resource panel, and the corners of his mouth could no longer be suppressed.