Combat Assessment

After explaining the "Five Hearts Towards Heaven" Genetic Energy cultivation method to the group and answering a few questions from the others, the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment concluded.

"Once you return, try to cultivate as soon as possible. If you succeed, your physical fitness will see a significant boost, which will give you much more confidence for the actual combat assessment next month!"

The group, including Feng Qingmo, nodded one after another before departing.

That evening, Zuo Huifen specially prepared a table full of delicious food to celebrate Feng Qingmo passing the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment.

"The Dojo Master called me over today," Feng Jiansong said, chewing on a fried rib with a loud crunch before speaking indistinctly. "He sent Mo'er's information to the people at 'Huashan' a few days ago. Since Mo'er passed the assessment today, the reply from their side has arrived..."

"Oh, what did they say?" Zuo Huifen asked, looking a bit nervous. Seeing Feng Jiansong still chewing, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. "Can't you finish eating before you talk?"

Feng Jiansong chewed a few more times, swallowed the meat and bone together, took a sip of soup, and then said slowly, "The Dojo Master said that 'Huashan' has confirmed they will specially recruit Mo'er into the Huashan Training Camp, but they won't send anyone to pick him up until after the martial artist combat assessment."

He explained to Feng Qingmo, "You must pass the martial artist combat assessment to obtain a martial artist account. While you can have others purchase weapons or combat uniforms for you, secret manuals can only be bought through your own personal account. That's why I could only teach you 'Five Hearts Towards Heaven' and some basic footwork and sword techniques before—I couldn't teach you anything else..."

Feng Qingmo nodded to show he understood.

"Because you are joining the military early, you can receive 20 million in startup capital and a detached villa," Feng Jiansong looked at Feng Qingmo. "The Dojo Master asked me if you wanted the villa?"

"What would I need a detached villa for?" Feng Qingmo shook his head. "This villa is enough for the three of us, and I can't rent it out anyway. Besides, after I pass the combat assessment, won't I be heading to Huashan?"

"That's what I thought, too," Feng Jiansong nodded. "The Dojo Master's meaning was that if you don't take the villa, the 20 million startup capital can be increased to 50 million, and you will also receive an additional 50 million in credit for purchasing secret manuals for free..."

"Converting it to cash is best..." Feng Qingmo said with a smile.

"Huashan Training Camp..." Zuo Huifen said with some excitement. "Although it can't compare to the Limit Dojo's Elite Training Camp, it is still the best training camp in our country. It is said that most of those who graduate from there become War Gods, and at the very least, they become Advanced War Generals..."

"There are two types of students in the Huashan Training Camp. Those who enter as War Generals must graduate after three years, while those who enter as Warriors can stay for five. Of course, as long as you become a War God, you can apply for graduation at any time!"

He looked at Feng Qingmo, his eyes hiding a deep sense of worry. "Mo'er, you can stay in the training camp for a maximum of five years. Your safety during that time should be guaranteed, but after graduation, you must accept military assignments—either entering the barracks, forming a squad to hunt monsters, or executing special missions..."

Zuo Huifen fell silent, a look of worry appearing on her face as well.

"Dad, Mom," Feng Qingmo looked up and said earnestly, "We were born in this era. Since I have become a martial artist and enjoy privileges that ordinary people cannot, I must naturally shoulder the corresponding obligations. Isn't that what you have always taught me?"

"Well said!" Feng Jiansong patted his shoulder firmly. "That is the kind of awareness my son should have!"

Zuo Huifen sighed softly. "Mo'er, you are right, but in your mother's heart, you are always the most important thing... I need you to promise me that if you ever reach a life-or-death situation, don't worry about orders or responsibilities—you must prioritize your own safety! Only by staying alive can you have everything else!"

Feng Qingmo felt a warmth in his heart and reached out to hold her hand. "Mom, I promise you, I will definitely prioritize my own safety!"

Seeing the atmosphere grow heavy, he changed the subject. "Dad, where is the Huashan Training Camp? It's not actually on Mount Huashan in the west, is it?"

"Of course not," Feng Jiansong laughed. "The headquarters of Huashan is in the Kyoto Base City, and the training camp is also there. The reason it is called Huashan is simply because Chief Jia grew up at the foot of Mount Huashan..."

The peaceful days passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it was February 1st.

Early in the morning, Feng Qingmo arrived at the Military Dojo to meet the other trainees who had passed the Quasi-Martial Artist assessment over the past few months. Together, they boarded a train heading to the Northern Military Region outside the base city.

Most of the people on the train were young people in their twenties, with a few in their thirties, though they were very rare.

The others in the same carriage couldn't help but take a few extra looks at Feng Qingmo, who was wearing sunglasses. This wasn't the era before the Great Nirvana; nobody wore sunglasses just to look cool.

Fortunately, no one ignorant enough to mock him stepped forward.

Over a thousand people marched in a grand procession, disembarking once the train reached the edge of the military camp.

Most of these quasi-martial artists had never left the city before. Seeing the scenery, which was vastly different from the city, and hearing the roars of monsters in the distance, they couldn't help but chatter and make a commotion.

"Quiet! Stand in line yourselves, no pushing!"

A deep shout rang out, sounding as if it were echoing right in their ears with a booming force. It was clearly a high-level martial artist speaking, and the quasi-martial artists immediately quieted down.

After a short rest, equipment was distributed. Feng Qingmo requested a standard-issue "Wind Shadow Sword" and a combat uniform; he hadn't trained with a shield, so he didn't ask for one.

Dressed in his combat uniform and holding his long sword, Feng Qingmo waited silently. Unlike the other quasi-martial artists, who were excited, nervous, or agitated, he was full of confidence in passing the combat assessment. This calm aura formed a sharp contrast with those around him.

Time quickly reached past six o'clock. After a briefing, the gates to the assessment site—the Monster Town—opened. Over a thousand quasi-martial artists poured in like a handful of sand scattered onto a water surface. Within a short time, they had dispersed without a trace, leaving only the incessant roars of monsters.

His Spiritual Force expanded outward. After more than a month of hard training, Feng Qingmo's Spiritual Force was significantly stronger than when he first awakened, and he could now fully control three flying daggers.

"Hmph~ Hmph~~"

The unique sound of a porcine monster came from around the corner. An H-level Unicorn Boar poked its head out, looked at the human wearing sunglasses ten meters away, and let out an excited grunt. It pawed the ground with its front hooves, lowered its head, and charged forward with its horn.

Although his eyes couldn't see clearly, everything about the Unicorn Boar was mapped out in his sea of consciousness under the coverage of his Spiritual Force. Feeling the monster's bloodthirsty gaze, Feng Qingmo took a deep breath and drew his sword.

Even though it was the lowest-level monster, its speed was extremely fast. The ten-meter distance vanished in an instant. Just as the Unicorn Boar was about to collide with him, Feng Qingmo shifted two steps to the side, dodging the path of the horn. He flicked his sword, and with a burst of powerful force, the blade sliced through the boar's neck. The entire head fell to the ground, while the body continued to slide forward for over ten meters due to inertia.

Blood splattered everywhere.

"There's so much blood!" Even though he couldn't see, his Spiritual Force perceived it with even greater detail. The moment the head fell, the blood spraying from the neck shot out several meters. This bloody scene gave Feng Qingmo, who hadn't even killed a chicken in his previous life, an indescribable feeling.

"At least there's no sign of wanting to vomit..." Feng Qingmo self-deprecatingly mocked his own reaction. "I need to adapt as quickly as possible. If I can't even handle a small scene like this, I'm destined not to go far in this world..."

He stepped forward, cut off the left ear of the Unicorn Boar, and continued on his way.