The marshal had been waiting for a long time, looking at Chang Le, who was smiling hippie, and his daughter, whose face was flushed, he only nodded meaningfully, and began to get to the point.

He didn't know that Chang Le had already eavesdropped on the school council, so he repeated the meeting in detail.

The marshal mentioned the political situation of the empire for the first time, and he hoped that Changle would be able to overwhelm the nobles in the competition with his civilian classmates, and two years later he graduated with the rank of major and became the backbone of the royal guard, gradually crowding out the nobility in the army.

What's more important is that Chang Le himself must not delay his cultivation, and if he has any questions, he will come and ask in time, without worrying about other people's opinions, because the marshal hopes that Chang Le can advance to the fifth order, that is, the "War Sect", at least ten years, at most twenty years, and cannot be delayed for too long, which is also the need of the empire.

The Battle Sect was only one realm higher than the Battle Spirit, but there was a huge difference in nature, because the former was able to give birth to Dou Qi Wings, and although it could not really fly, it could leap and glide at a height of 100 meters and a range of 100 meters.

Therefore, the most powerful war spirits can also be surrounded by large armies, and no matter how many enemies they kill, they will eventually be exhausted. And Zhan Zong will not be trapped by mortals at all, and the city walls or mountains will not be able to stop Zhan Zong's footsteps, and as soon as Zhan Zong makes a move, it means a large number of casualties among mortals.

In order to achieve a balance, each country will reach an alliance with the masters of the war sect, and the royal family will support the sect to which the war sect belongs, while the war sect does not interfere in mortal affairs, and the kingdom must stand up when it is in trouble.

In order to maintain the stability of the rule of the aristocracy, the "Steller Armistice Agreement" 600 years ago imposed constraints on various countries, and from then on, the War Sect will not participate in the front-line battle, and the violators will be spurned by the whole continent, and even be jointly attacked by various countries.

Even if there is such an agreement, it will not be able to prevent the opponent's War Sect from making all kinds of small moves, so having the War Sect on its own side is the most reliable deterrent, which also leads to the supremacy of the War Sect's status.

The War Sect is a pivotal pillar for a country, and now the pillars of the empire have tilted and even become a threat

For a long time, the Haviran Empire had only two fifth-order cultivators, one was the Wind Great Demon Guide Eunice, and the other was the Sect Master of the Blood Soul Valley, Nomadis.

Eunice is immersed in his studies, has no interest in mortal affairs, and as a legal officer, he is easily attacked and plotted, and is not a very qualified guardian of the empire, so most of the heavy responsibilities are on the shoulders of Normadis.

There is only one War Sect, which means that there is no competition, and he can take what he wants from the empire. The last battle of the Holy Emperor's ruins, the Blood Soul Valley's attempt to take the treasures that should have belonged to the royal family for its own is a clear example.

Now the more dangerous sign is that Normadeus has begun to meddle in government affairs, cultivate spokesmen in the imperial officialdom, and even dictate the succession to the emperor's throne, which crosses the red line.

To fight against the forces of Nomadeus, the efforts of the marshal alone are definitely not enough, he himself has been stuck at the peak of the war spirit for more than ten years, and he has never been able to break through, so he put his hope on trusted young cultivation geniuses, including Chang Le, but also Miranda and Fanny and others.

Among them, Chang Le's amazing performance of being promoted to five levels in ten days was pinned on by the marshal.

When the marshal said this, he spoke slowly and deeply, and was visibly worried about the future.

Chang Le also looked solemn and kept nodding.

Only Miranda disagreed, took turns putting her slender legs on the armrests of the sofa, took a towel to wipe the military boots, and then smiled and spoke:

"Dear father, please rest assured, at most ten years, I will definitely be able to train to the Battle Sect!"

"That's what I thought when I was your age. The marshal smiled bitterly twice and turned to Chang Le, "Is your cultivation still going well?"

"Didn't go well ......"

Chang Le no longer concealed it, and told the teacher that he could not "ignite" the source force.

The marshal smiled:

"Breaking through the bottleneck and improving the realm, this is a difficult problem for every cultivator, otherwise I wouldn't have been stuck in the peak battle spirit for nearly ten years. However, when it comes to apprenticeship to monkhood, I can help you. Come here......"

The most essential difference between an apprentice and a monk is that the "gas core" is transformed into a "star core", which can shine from then on, and the dim source power can also be "ignited" by the star core and become a fighting spirit.

Therefore, many people only focus on the result, turn their attention to how to make the gas nucleus shine, and are helpless, but they do not know that it is the natural result of the smooth and accelerated circulation of the source force.

The marshal explained as he held Chang Le's wrist and controlled his fighting energy to swim through his body, demonstrating the path of the source force cycle.

Only a battle spirit level master can use the fighting spirit so exquisitely, if it is replaced by Miranda, the fighting spirit will directly shatter Chang Le's internal organs.

Among the mentors of the major sects, there must be at least one battle spirit master to suppress the formation, and this is the reason!

Chang Le was guided by the marshal's fighting spirit, and his own source power began to operate majestically, and its strength made the marshal gasp:

"Your source power reserves are several times stronger than ordinary peak apprentices, why is that?"

The reason is probably that the soul is strong enough, Chang Le does not explain, and is still engrossed in feeling the heat surging in his body.

Time passed quickly, and Miranda, who was next to her, began to get impatient:

"Do you understand? If you feel it, go back and practice slowly! My father can only give you guidance, and the breakthrough depends on your own understanding!"

The marshal glanced at his daughter and didn't say anything, Chang Le closed his eyes tightly, and did his best not to let his rushing source power get out of control.

Miranda got up and took a book, flipped through a few pages at random, and suddenly smiled again:

"It only took me a month to go from a peak apprentice to a junior monk, I don't know how many months it will take us, a master of the divine bloodline?"

Before her words fell, Chang Le roared violently, and the military uniform on his body instantly swelled.

The marshal shouted: "Steady, steady, keep the rhythm!"

At this moment, Chang Le felt the sea again, but this time it was not poured from the outside in, but his body was full of roaring and angry waves, which was almost beyond his control, and the originally dim qi core also lit up little by little!

Fortunately, with the marshal's soft and abundant fighting energy, which helped him straighten out the source power of the wild horse, Chang Le gradually regained his calm, and the qi core continued to brighten, reaching the level of "leisurely starlight" described by the teacher, and did not stop until it turned into a blazing sun.

Even if it's just a soul vision, Chang Le has an illusion that he can't open his eyes, it is too bright, from now on it is no longer a gas core, but a star core, and it is a brilliant star!

And the source power flowing through the star core was all transformed into white fighting energy, and it was the leakage of these fighting qi that made Chang Le's military uniform swell, like a wind blowing from the inside out.

Miranda exclaimed, "You actually broke through!"

After a few moments, the turbulent fighting qi gradually stabilized, and Chang Le was able to grasp and recover them.

The marshal had a pleased smile on his face, and Chang Le was grateful from the bottom of his heart:

"Thank you, teacher! If it weren't for your guidance, I don't know how long it would have been since I broke through!"

"Come on, monk to war master, I can guide you again, it's hard to say when you get to the war spirit. The marshal smiled.

Chang Le looked at the leaves outside the window, and his eyes were exceptionally bright:

"In fact, the reason is very simple, similar to friction heat, the source force flowing through the gas core is enough, fast enough, the flow is satisfied, and the gas core is lit!"

The marshal nodded in approval, and he agreed with it.

Chang Le continued to talk about his feelings:

"And there is a difference between the path of the source force and the Dou Qi, the source force goes through the blood vessels, and the Dou Qi is transmitted through the neural network, so the next cultivation is the strengthening of the nervous system!"

This sentence made the marshal look dazed, and asked him what a "neural network" was.

Chang Le smiled, he had learned too much otherworldly knowledge through soul indoctrination and Anita's explanation, and he couldn't explain it clearly to the marshal, so he could only start a different topic.

"Teacher, I have awakened a bloodline talent!"

"What!" exclaimed the marshal and Anita at the same time, their voices just as high-pitched and shocking.

As soon as the star core was lit, he obtained the bloodline talent, which is simply unheard of, what kind of powerful bloodline is this!

"Are you really the blood of the gods?" Anita used to roll her eyes, but now she almost fell out of her black eyeballs.

The marshal is concerned about the bloodline talent itself, and a "metamorphosis" talent is enough for Chang Le to gain a huge advantage and stand out in the Yurian Continent from then on.

When Chang Le gained talent, he automatically understood the relevant knowledge in his head.

"My talent has little to do with combat, so it doesn't seem to be of much use. He smiled, "It's called Insight." ”

Chang Le's eyes were still staring at the leaves outside the window, but the leaves at this moment were very different from the previous ones in his eyes, it was a small world full of life! The whole world was now open to Chang Le.

After reading the mystery of chloroplast photosynthesis, Chang Le retracted his gaze and saw Miranda's shocked and stunned eyes, and instantly understood her heart, which is also "insight".

He could also see Miranda's pupils dilated, her body temperature was rising slightly, and the air around the girl's body was also heated, and then turned and rose, if it could be channeled with source power, it could become a whirlwind.

It's all "insight."

The marshal had never heard of this bloodline talent, and was slightly disappointed at first, but after a few more interrogations, surprise appeared on his face:

"The gods of light are above! This is not a combat talent, but it is stronger and greater, it is a magical talent, and it is a leadership talent! It is simply a god's ability! Chang Le, I dare not imagine your future!"

"He can still be a magician, but he has already cultivated his fighting spirit, can he still change jobs?" asked Miranda, who was shocked and suspicious.

Chang Le was also pleasantly surprised, he could both fight and cast spells, what a wonderful prospect that was, so he immediately asked the marshal if he could let himself listen to the teacher sent by the Royal Academy of Magic like Fanny.

"If you want to hear it, you can listen to it, but I suggest that you don't be greedy, the path of cultivation is long and boring, and concentration and perseverance are equally important. ”

"Yes, I'll think again. ”

Chang Le stood up, saluted the marshal, and left.

This time, Miranda took the rare initiative to follow.

"Wait!"