He lifted the curtain and looked out the carriage, where hundreds of robust men stood, each radiating a murderous aura.
They appeared to be elites.
But in Chen Jichuan's eyes, these people were not cultivators. Even though their physiques were strong, it was merely the result of the most basic form of physical training.
It didn't qualify as cultivation.
Their abilities were at best comparable to the first or second layer of Ming Strength.
They were not worth noting.
"The so-called elite of the Northern Border, yet they are all ordinary folk?"
Chen Jichuan's heart stirred but quickly understood.
Early-stage cultivation—
Whether it involved inner strength or external skills—required copious amounts of grain and meat to replenish Essence Qi, and medicinal herbs to nourish the body. These impoverished soldiers barely earned enough through their military stipends to feed their families, much less support their own cultivation.
"Cultivation."
