Spiritual Master?

Ever since Luo Benjian appeared in the training room, Feng Qingmo had been quietly lost in thought.

In the original story, after Luo Feng awakened and tested his strength at the dojo, he showed an increase of 2,000 kilograms in punch force, which delighted the dojo master Jiang Nian and led to him being recruited into the Limit Dojo ahead of schedule.

However, that amounted to nothing more than an initial funding boost to 20 million, along with a 50 million credit limit for choosing secret manuals; that was all.

At the time, Jiang Nian had remarked that such geniuses only appeared a few times a year in all of Jiangnan City. This showed that such talent was not entirely absent among the newly promoted martial artists each year, and that was just in Jiangnan City—if one looked at the entire globe, the numbers were even higher.

Feng Qingmo had always yearned for the "Elite Training Camp" from the original story, and last night he had wondered if he could secure a spot there by revealing his identity as a Spiritual Master after joining the Limit Dojo.

But upon reflection, he realized it wasn't realistic; his talent as a Spiritual Master couldn't compare to Luo Feng's. Judging by the core of Spiritual Force in his sea of consciousness, he would peak at the level of an Initial War General at best.

This meant his period of rapid growth would hit a ceiling at the Initial War General level, and any further progress would require grueling, hard work.

Moreover, the Elite Training Camp placed greater value on movement techniques and combat skills—the mastery of blade or sword arts—and, more importantly, the amplitude of force, all of which ultimately boiled down to one's comprehension.

While he possessed the talent of a Spiritual Master, he lacked everything else; entering the Elite Training Camp would be difficult!

Therefore, given his current situation, he likely didn't meet the standards of the Elite Training Camp.

Even Luo Feng had only gained the attention of the Limit Dojo's upper echelons and secured a chance to enter the Elite Training Camp after mastering the first three layers of the Nine-Layer Thunder Blade in a short time.

Most importantly, his parents were both military personnel; for their son to join the Limit Dojo instead would likely cause them to lose face within the military martial artist circles.

Although he hadn't been transmigrated for long, perhaps influenced by the original body's memories, he—an orphan in his past life—had come to truly treat these two as his parents, and he could not bring himself to do anything that would shame them.

While he was lost in thought, Luo Benjian had already brewed the tea and poured a cup for everyone, filling the room with its fragrance.

"Good tea!" Feng Jiansong picked up the cup, took a sip, and immediately praised it.

Luo Benjian took a sip himself, set down his cup, pondered for a moment, and spoke slowly:

"Jiansong, your wife may not fully understand what such talent in Little Mo represents, but as someone who has served as an instructor for so many years, you must be very clear on it, right?"

Feng Jiansong nodded slightly. "Dojo Master, please speak your mind!"

"As martial artists, you two know the situation our country faces. Despite having the Six Great Base Cities and countless martial artists, the monsters we face are actually increasing in number. The dozens of monster tides of various levels that break out every year put increasing pressure on the military..."

He sighed softly and continued, "You two have personally experienced these tides. If not for the countless soldiers who sacrifice their lives and fight with fearless courage, how could there be any stability for ordinary people within the base cities?"

"Every year, many martial artists are born in our country, but less than a third choose to join the military. The rest join the two great dojos or the HR Alliance..."

He looked at the couple sternly. "Once you become a martial artist, you must face the countless monsters in the wilderness. Even joining the two great dojos doesn't guarantee more safety than joining the military. While it may be a bit freer, the training received and the future achievements are not necessarily higher than those in the military..."

"Little Mo hasn't even taken the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment yet, and he has already achieved such strength just by practicing the most basic 'Five Hearts Towards Heaven'. It is truly rare..." Luo Benjian picked up the teapot, refilled Feng Jiansong's cup, and said slowly but firmly, "Therefore, I hope Little Mo can join the military ahead of schedule!"

"This..." Feng Jiansong and Zuo Huifen exchanged a glance, then both turned their eyes toward Feng Qingmo.

"Uncle Jian," Feng Qingmo smiled and gestured toward his own eyes. "Do you think that with my eyesight, I will have a future after becoming a martial artist?"

Luo Benjian looked at his clear but unfocused pupils and nodded solemnly. "Of course you will!"

He paused, then said softly, "Little Mo, your vision isn't completely blind. You may not know this, but our military has scientific research departments, including those specializing in biological research. As long as you agree to join the military, I will report your situation. Once you pass the actual combat assessment for martial artists, I will send you to the scientific department for an examination; perhaps it can be cured..."

He turned to look at Feng Jiansong and Zuo Huifen. "I was once fortunate enough to receive guidance from Chief Jia and am barely considered his registered disciple. If the scientific department cannot cure it, I will spend all my merit points to beg Chief Jia to intervene. I believe that with Chief Jia's strength, Little Mo's vision problem should not be difficult to solve!"

Feng Jiansong and Zuo Huifen looked at each other again, both seeing the wild joy in the other's eyes. They might not know the full extent of Jia Yi's strength, but there was no doubt he was the strongest martial artist in the country, a being beyond the War General level, and someone worthy of pinning their hopes on.

"I only knew the Dojo Master was once part of 'Huashan', but I didn't know you had received guidance from Chief Jia..."

"That's right," Luo Benjian nodded. "After I entered the military, because my talent was decent, I was selected for 'Huashan'. Huashan was established by Chief Jia himself, and the 'Huashan Training Camp' is essentially the equivalent of the 'Elite Training Camp' of the Limit Dojo and Thunder Dojo..."

"Mo'er, what do you think?" Zuo Huifen asked softly in Feng Qingmo's ear. Of course, although her voice was soft, it could not escape the ears of an Advanced War General, and Luo Benjian immediately looked over.

Feng Qingmo pondered for a moment, looked up, and smiled at Luo Benjian. "Uncle Jian, my parents are both in the military, so joining the military is naturally my first choice. However..."

"However what? Do you have concerns about the benefits?" Luo Benjian was delighted to hear Feng Qingmo say this. "It doesn't matter, feel free to speak!"

Feng Qingmo did not answer, but instead turned to his parents. "Dad, Mom, I am willing to join the military, but I think I should reveal all my talents so that I can receive better training. What do you think?"

Feng Jiansong and Zuo Huifen exchanged a third glance and nodded slowly. "Mo'er, you've grown up. Make your own decisions; we support you!"

"What are you talking abou..." Luo Benjian was still curious about Feng Qingmo's words when, unexpectedly, the teapot in front of him suddenly levitated on its own. It moved in the air, the spout turned, and it tilted slightly, pouring tea into his cup.

He stared wide-eyed at the teapot, seemingly in disbelief, and reached out to touch it, but the pot remained perfectly still.

"A, a Spiritual Master?" Luo Benjian looked at the smiling Feng Qingmo, his voice stuttering.

"Yes, Uncle Jian," Feng Qingmo set the teapot down and said with a smile, "Actually, you overestimated my aptitude. During my first practice session, my punch force increased by about 1,000 kilograms, and then I awakened my Spiritual Force, which added another 1,000 kilograms..."

"That's not important!" Luo Benjian finally regained his composure and waved his hand. "Even if you had only increased by 300 kilograms during your first practice, as long as you awakened Spiritual Force, you are still a genius!"

"A Spiritual Master!" Luo Benjian rubbed his hands together and thought for a moment. "In that case, I need to report your situation. Perhaps I can have Little Mo join the 'Huashan Training Camp' directly..."

He then asked in detail about Feng Qingmo's awakening, focusing on the spiritual core. Feng Qingmo did not hide anything and truthfully informed him of his situation.

"On January 1st, come to the dojo for the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment," Luo Benjian finally said to Feng Qingmo. "Wait until February 1st to participate in the actual combat assessment with the other quasi-martial artists. With your strength, passing the combat assessment will be no problem at all..."

He paused for a moment and added, "However, I hope that during the combat assessment, while ensuring your safety, you will appropriately hide your true strength. Don't be too astonishing, can you do that?"