"'Ten Thousand Troop Steps, when cultivated to a profound level, lets one take the enemy general's head amid ten thousand troops.' Such arrogant words."1

Lin Zheyu flipped through it, and those words were written on the very first page. He had experienced battle formations firsthand. Setting aside 10000 troops, even a formation of 100 elite soldiers left him with no choice but to flee.0

Lin Zheyu did not continue reading. He put away the manual, the gloves, and the seven jade bottles, then left quickly. The people of the Nine Nether Sect were rather sinister, and he feared that lingering even for a moment longer would let them catch up again.0

By the time Lin Zheyu returned to Songyi City, the sky had already grown dim. Upon reaching the courtyard, he could not wait to inspect the day's haul. He first took out the black silver glove. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and it felt cool and supple to the touch, but it did not suit him. The man's hands had been thicker and larger, so it was a bit loose when he put it on. Otherwise, wearing these...1