"The death rate is about 30%," Yang Cheng said.
This cultivation method was indeed dangerous.
But the actual death rate wasn't that high—only about 10%.
It was already a very refined technique.
When it was first developed, the death rate had been over 80%.
It truly was a method forged by the lives of Dragon Spear Army soldiers in his past life.
"Only that low? I'll cultivate it," Zhao Yuefeng said without hesitation.
"I'll do it too."
"Count me in."
In the end, every soldier said they'd cultivate.
Before, they were in despair because there wasn't even a sliver of hope.
Now that there was a 70% chance of success, of course they'd grab the opportunity.
"In that case, we'll begin now," Yang Cheng said.
"Yes!" the soldiers responded. They were already convinced.
Yang Cheng had climbed all the way from the foot of the mountain to reach them. That alone proved everything.
While the soldiers of the Dragon Spear Army went off to train, Yang Cheng began preparing a medicinal solution for them.
If they relied only on themselves, the death rate really would be 30%.
But Yang Cheng brought out some Marrow-Washing Divine Jade along with other medicinal herbs and mixed them into a healing solution. That would greatly lower the risk of death.
By the end of half a day, even with the Fire Dragon Breathing Technique, many of the soldiers couldn't take it anymore. Severe burns had appeared all over their bodies.
If they kept training like this tomorrow, quite a few of them were guaranteed to die.
"Everyone, come soak in the medicine bath," Yang Cheng said.
He poured the prepared medicine into a large pool.
The soldiers, though confused, still followed his command and jumped in one after another.
"Hiss..."
"So cool!"
"This feels amazing!"
The soldiers' faces all lit up in satisfaction.
In another pool, the female soldiers were soaking too.
Qin Qiansheng was in that one.
"This medicine…" Miao Shuangshuang said in shock, "It's not just healing wounds—it's cleansing my muscles and marrow."
Qin Qiansheng felt the same storm churning in her heart.
She hadn't expected Yang Cheng to be willing to go all in like this.
This kind of cleansing medicine was incredibly valuable.
In her view, rulers usually treated their soldiers like cattle and cannon fodder.
But Yang Cheng had given a top-tier breathing technique to a group of soldiers he'd just met. And now he was using such expensive medicine too?
'This guy really has charisma.'
'Original host, now I get it. I finally understand why you fell for him.'
But Qin Qiansheng quickly forced herself to snap out of it.
She had crossed into this world to change the original host's fate. How could she let herself develop feelings for Yang Cheng?
As for the rest of the Dragon Spear Army, anyone with half a brain could now see just how massive an opportunity the Crown Prince had given them.
Once her injuries mostly healed, Qin Qiansheng seemed to come to a decision. She got dressed and went to find Yang Cheng.
"Your Highness," she said, "Earlier, I doubted you. I apologize for that and ask Your Highness to forgive me."
Ding!
[System has detected an anomaly.]
[The Empress of Mozhou, Qin Qiansheng, possesses fluctuations of Fate Power.]
[Fate Power can pierce space and time and glimpse the future. It is a terrifying force even Ancestral Gods cannot touch.]
[Due to Qin Qiansheng being infused with Fate Power, conquering her will pose extraordinary difficulty for the host.]
[Original mission reward adjusted. After the host gains control of Fire Dragon Mountain, a secret realm can be opened within.]
Fate Power?
Yang Cheng narrowed his eyes in thought.
"Qin Qiansheng is a reborn one?"
Yang Cheng quietly asked the system.
But as always, the system gave no answer.
He could only speculate on his own.
This Fate Power seemed even stronger than the Power of Heavenly Secrets.
After all, based on what the system said, even Ancestral Gods couldn't touch this power.
That meant Qin Qiansheng was definitely more difficult to handle than Lu Jingshu.
Suddenly, he caught a faint, familiar scent.
That smell—was soap.
The Wasteland Realm had perfume, but absolutely no soap.
Fate Power plus the scent of soap.
Yang Cheng instantly figured out where Qin Qiansheng came from.
She was just like him—a transmigrator.
But clearly, Qin Qiansheng wasn't just a simple transmigrator.
"A few harmless doubts, I won't take them to heart," Yang Cheng said calmly. "General Qin, did you come to me for something?"
"What does Your Highness think of the foreign forces?" Qin Qiansheng asked.
In the Book of Fate, there was a description of the bloodshed brought by those invaders from beyond the skies.
Many foreign cultivators didn't treat the people of the Wasteland Realm as humans. What they did was horrific beyond words.
So, after arriving in this world, she cared about two things most: first, getting revenge on Yang Cheng; second, resisting the foreign forces.
"Foreign forces?" Yang Cheng raised a brow. "The myriad worlds are vast and boundless. I'm quite interested in those outsiders."
Qin Qiansheng instinctively said anxiously, "Your Highness, they are not our kind, and their hearts must be different. As warriors of the Wasteland Realm, we must stay vigilant. If we don't, one day they will bring devastation to all living beings in this realm."
Her tone was firm.
Yang Cheng thought to himself, 'Qin Qiansheng clearly knows the future. Otherwise, how could she speak with such certainty?'
'No, if she were just reborn, how could she not be suspicious of me not being a useless cripple anymore? According to the original timeline, I should still be stuck in the palace, worthless and despised.'
'Or… could it be she's the reborn version of this life? That doesn't make sense either. She doesn't seem to understand me that well. And if the past-life Qin Qiansheng was already the Empress, her mind should've been much more mature. How would she be the type to make soap?'
As for Yang Cheng himself, even when he had just transmigrated in his past life, aside from being a bit smarter than usual, he had never acted out of place in that world.
Because he knew that this world had Heavenly Dao, mysterious and terrifying powers.
If he ever displayed something that didn't belong to this world, someone might notice.
But Qin Qiansheng clearly lacked that awareness. She was immature.
'She transmigrated here, knows the future, yet is still so green.'
Putting all the clues together, Yang Cheng immediately figured out Qin Qiansheng's true identity.
It was unbelievable—but there was only one possibility.
Qin Qiansheng was a transmigrated character from a book!
And for Yang Cheng, who came from Blue Star, this kind of high-luck protagonist wasn't unfamiliar at all.
'My life… is a story in a book?'
Yang Cheng found that ridiculous.
But he quickly rejected that idea too.
A fictional book world couldn't possibly have such precise rules, or so many complex breathing techniques, martial skills, and divine abilities.
Even the most basic breathing technique here was thousands of times more intricate than anything found in those web novels.
Not to mention the top-tier breathing techniques.
Knowledge can't be faked.
Forget the civilizations of the myriad worlds—even the knowledge system of just the Wasteland Realm rivaled, if not surpassed, Blue Star's.
So the key must still lie in what the system mentioned—Fate Power.
"There are legends of all kinds of Books of Law in this world, like the Book of Fate and the Book of Creation."
"It's very possible that the Qin Qiansheng from Blue Star came in contact with the Book of Fate, and that's how she ended up in the body of this world's Qin Qiansheng."
Once he figured that out, Yang Cheng stopped being too concerned about her.
Qin Qiansheng's fate was unique.
But her intelligence and strength were still far inferior to Yang Xiu's.
As long as Yang Cheng had someone keep an eye on her in the future, she wouldn't pose any real threat.