Invincible by Picking Attributes

Sometime later...

"Perhaps, Brother Chen, what you say makes sense," Zhao Feng said thoughtfully. "But I still want to go home as soon as possible to fulfill my filial duties. No servant can serve a mother better than her child. For my mother, my presence in the army is a constant source of worry, and for me, she is always on my mind."

Zhao Feng's words carried a sense of conviction. The reason he hadn't fully embraced the idea of pursuing rank and titles was his deep desire to return home, which was also why he had initially been assigned to the logistics corps.

Chen Fuzi gave him a helpless look, unsure of what to say.

In this era, filial piety had been a deeply ingrained value in Chinese culture, even though the current period of the Warring States had not yet reached the unified Qin Dynasty.

"Are you and your sister twins?" Chen Fuzi asked after a pause.

"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded. "When my mother gave birth to us, she nearly lost her life."

"A mother giving birth to twins often leaves her body severely weakened, and such deficiencies are nearly impossible to fully recover from. However, I know of a miraculous medicine that could restore her health and even extend her life," Chen Fuzi suddenly said.

Zhao Feng's interest was immediately piqued.

Having lived in this world for 15 years his memories of his past life returning when he was 10 Zhao Feng cherished his current mother deeply.

As a child, he had witnessed her frailty and pain, especially during cold seasons, and it had left an indelible mark on his heart. His mother, a trained healer, understood her condition well and knew that recovery was unlikely. But Zhao Feng had always nurtured a hope that one day he could cure her.

"What miraculous medicine? Where can I find it?" Zhao Feng asked eagerly.

"A thousand-year blood ginseng," Chen Fuzi replied with a knowing smile.

Zhao Feng shook his head. "Never heard of it."

However, Wang Yan, standing nearby, gave Chen Fuzi a strange look but said nothing.

"The thousand-year blood ginseng is stored in the Qin royal treasury. There is only one in the entire world," Chen Fuzi said matter-of-factly.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng gave him a sidelong glance. "Brother Chen, you might as well have said nothing. The royal treasury? Are you suggesting I go steal it?"

Despite his words, a bold idea took root in Zhao Feng's mind.

"The royal palace must be heavily guarded. But if I one day manage to raise all my attributes to over 2000, wouldn't the palace be as good as unguarded to me? Stealing a blood ginseng would be child's play."

"Killing enemies is a far faster way to grow stronger than hauling corpses," Zhao Feng mused internally.

Chen Fuzi chuckled. "Stealing from the treasury? You've got guts. The royal palace is guarded by tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Even an army would struggle to breach its defenses. And the treasury itself is fortified with iron and copper. Without the keys, it's impenetrable."

"But you do have a chance to acquire that blood ginseng," Chen Fuzi added with a sly grin.

Zhao Feng raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"It's simple," Chen Fuzi explained. "You've already made a name for yourself by achieving great feats for Qin and His Majesty. Killing so many enemies, defeating Bo Yuan, and safeguarding the supply line have surely earned the king's attention."

"If you continue to achieve great things slaying more enemy generals, for instance this priceless treasure might one day be bestowed upon you as a reward," Chen Fuzi said with a chuckle.

Zhao Feng understood his point.

"Brother Chen, are you just trying to make me accept this reassignment willingly?" Zhao Feng asked with a wry smile.

"You overthink things," Chen Fuzi said, shaking his head. "I've only known you for a few days, but I already regard you as a true brother. Let me assure you, His Majesty is a wise and benevolent ruler. If you rise to a certain position and he learns that your mother needs the blood ginseng to recover, I doubt he would deny you."

"Indeed, the Qin King is a wise and just ruler," Zhao Feng agreed.

In this era, the Qin King's reputation for fairness might be known only to his close subjects.

But Zhao Feng, with knowledge of history, knew that Qin Shi Huang's name would echo through eternity as one of the most formidable and renowned rulers.

"Brother Chen," Zhao Feng said earnestly, "I'll keep your advice in mind. That blood ginseng I will get it one day."

Chen Fuzi laughed heartily. "Good to hear. I was worried you might be too stubborn for your good."

Nearby, Wang Yan also breathed a quiet sigh of relief, seeing that Zhao Feng seemed to have come to terms with the situation.

"But until the official order comes, I'll still stick with you for a while, Brother Chen," Zhao Feng added with a grin.

"Perfect! If the orders take a month, stay a month. If two months, stay two!" Chen Fuzi laughed.

"Deal." Zhao Feng smiled.

Saving lives in the infirmary was far more fulfilling to him than killing on the battlefield. Watching wounded soldiers recover under his care brought him not only satisfaction but also merit points, something he truly valued.

"Commander Wang, thank you for delivering the message," Chen Fuzi said, turning to Wang Yan. "Zhao and I still have more wounded to treat. The blood and stench here are heavy, so please return for now."

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