"Why did your Fireball Art suddenly become so much stronger?"
Watching the blue magical barrier he had casually erected perish along with the fireball, dissolving into motes of light in the air, Steward Li widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.
He had merely thrown up a very weak magical barrier at the time and had thought nothing of it.
As far as he knew, a basic spell practiced by Qi Refining cultivators could only be so powerful.
But he had never expected-
After Chen Changming cast the Fireball Art a certain number of times in succession, its power suddenly soared, shattering his blue barrier in a single impact.
Although he had erected that barrier casually and it was not particularly strong, having it shattered by a basic spell was shocking enough.
What made him lose even more face was that all this had happened right under Hall Master Song's nose.
"That's comprehension."
Faced with Steward Li's question, Chen Changming answered lightly, his tone as placid as water, as though discussing the most ordinary little matter.
"Comprehension?"
Steward Li shuddered and asked instinctively, "You cast the Fireball Art a hundred times, and your comprehension improved?"
"Yes."
Chen Changming nodded, slowly sweeping his gaze across their faces as he said with perfect seriousness:
"Even someone with extraordinarily high comprehension like me needs diligent study and repeated practice to truly master a spell. People with lower comprehension like you need it all the more. Practice more, ponder more, and you will naturally improve."
"More practice can actually improve comprehension..."
Steward Li fell into thought, feeling that Chen Changming's words had opened a new door for him.
He had cultivated for hundreds of years, always believing that comprehension was fixed at birth, bestowed by one's parents and inherited through one's bloodline. It