"Is this the seed of power?"

In the small courtyard where you rented, Luo Xiao gently held the finger-sized amber and looked closely at the sun. Through the center of the amber with yellow light, you could see a seed-like object the size of a soybean and the faint light.

By asking the arbitrators and teachers for advice, Luo Xiao has roughly figured out the ins and outs of this power seed and the conditions for use.

The seeds of power come from the only tree of power in the secret place of the Wu family. This tree only bears one mother, called the "Found of Power". Every ten years, the mother fruit will bear several seeds, which are the seeds. Then these seeds are either rewarded to outstanding children in the clan, or as gifts to the powerful, or traded with other aristocratic families, etc.

These seeds need rich spiritual energy to nourish them all the time, and once they leave the appropriate spiritual energy environment, they will wither. The Wu family can only use a small amount of medium-grade spirit stones and a large number of low-grade spirit stones to create an environment with a good spiritual energy to preserve the power mother fruit. They really have no ability to save seeds for the children in the clan. In desperation, they can only adopt a compromise method, which is to use amber to seal the seeds. The children who get the seeds will each obtain enough spirit stones based on their ability, then smash the amber, take out the seeds, warm them up by themselves, and wait for their flowering and fruiting.

The seed in Luo Xiao's hand was sealed, which means that its original owner, Wu Junyan, the fifth son of the Wu family, was not able to cultivate it. But it was too soon. According to Luo Xiao, the children of the Wu family usually receive a reward from the family after being promoted to warriors - a total of ten low-grade spirit stones, as the beginning of cultivating seeds of strength. In addition, the family's congratulations are inclusive, and if they serve as court officials, they will have spiritual stone salaries and other benefits, they can basically maintain a spiritual environment where enough power seeds grow.

In this way, it takes about ten years to bloom and bear fruit. Ten years is almost the time for a samurai to be promoted to a white tiger warrior, and he just enjoys the results.

Wu Junyan has already completed the fifth level, and it is only half a year to a year before he is promoted to a warrior. If he hadn't lost the bet, he would soon unseal the seed and put it in the exclusive secret room of the clan to cultivate. Unfortunately, he lost this power seed, and the Wu clan never had a precedent for reimbursement. In other words, if he lost it, he would lose the qualification to obtain the second one forever.

Luo Xiao could imagine how strongly Wu Junyan wanted to get this seed back, so he forced the fifth young master to make a vow to redeem the White Tiger Warrior in full view of the public. Of course, he would not naively think that Wu Junyan would give up, nor would he really return the seed of power. I won by my ability, so why should I pay it back?

Luo Xiao only wanted to gain time to avoid being under strong pressure from the Wu family, one of the three major families of Yishui. He was sure that in just three months, at most half a year, the shadow of the wind would be successful. I hope that during this period, the five young master and his Wu clan members could be more stable.

Luo Xiao thought this way, gently squeezed the amber with his fingers, and threw the seeds of power into the fairy stone cave heaven: "Ten years? No, I want to nourish it for a hundred years, and see what kind of fruit you can eventually grow into!"

...

The spring breeze in February is warm and cold. In previous years, it is the time when the new students are enrolled. The gate of Xiuwu Hall will be very lively. The whole city and surrounding areas and even in other counties will rush to the Qianchi Peak under the leadership of their parents and teachers to receive qualification tests. Those who pass the exam cheer, those who fail will cry, and those who are really happy and sad.

However, since some new students are enrolled, there are naturally some who leave after the practice period. Ten years of hard work, one day attains the fruit, the successful ones leapt on the dragon gate, and the losers fell into dust, and from then on, the difference between them is like mud. The so-called friendship between classmates and classmates will eventually gradually be destroyed in front of the strict barriers.

At this moment, just under Qianchi Peak, in front of the martial arts training square, eight hundred disciples gathered, arranged into twelve square formations, listening to the thunderous speech of Master Guanzheng.

"...As the new year approaches, a new class of students will also have a group of students who have completed their studies or dropped out of school. Unfortunately, those who can successfully become samurai will choose one in a hundred. They will squeeze into the aristocratic family, change their destiny, and become good horses and pillars of the country. And those who drop out can only work hard and find a way out... If in previous years, this church will appropriately recommend them based on the ability and character of the students. However, there are too many monks and too little porridge, and after all, a few people can achieve their wishes. Most of the students who drop out will never get what they want, especially those who fail to meet the standards for disciples who enter the house..."

The twelve square formations and eight hundred disciples were still quiet, but at least half of the disciples' hearts were beating like drums and their heads were rumbling. Some of these people were students who were dropped out of this class, and some were nearing even though they had not completed their class. They knew that it was impossible to be promoted to the red belt in just a few years. They were all the people who were the "people who could not even meet the standards for entering the house" as the supervisor said. These people were the most frightened and helpless because they did not even have the qualifications to be recommended. Whether it was the guards of wealthy businessmen or the followers of powerful people, they were at least level four. Below level four, they were at the bottom of the warriors, and could only join the army or provide escorts to caravans, and earn some money in their hard work.

"However, this time, you will have a new and different choice. This choice comes from the gifts of the court and the blessings of the king." The clear and loud voice of the sergeant master rang clearly in the ears of every disciple, showing the powerful strength of the ninth-level strongman.

"Due to abnormal movements in the northern border, the border is unstable, and the rash dispatch of troops may lead to border quarrels. Therefore, the court issued a convening order to the Xiuwu Hall, which is adjacent to the three major cities. Whether it is disciples who are about to finish their military service or who have not completed their practice, but who know that they have no hope of successfully completing their military service, they can study in advance and participate in border defense. For a period of one year, if they continue to serve the imperial court in a year, they can be transferred to military residence. Anyone who responds to the call of the imperial court can go to the provincial government of each city to resettle 20 taels of silver. After one year of discharge, they can be given priority recommendations for the Xiuwu Hall. During this period, if they make military achievements, they can be military officials, and if they make great contributions, they can be national soldiers."

As soon as Master Jian finished speaking, the quietness of the training ground was immediately broken, causing a huge uproar among the eight hundred disciples.

Making great merits and becoming a national sage! This is so attractive. In other words, for those disciples who practiced hard for ten years but were hopeless in the warriors, and those who knew they were hopeless in less than ten years, they undoubtedly opened another window next to the gate that was blocked to the road to the official career.

Moreover, the conditions for the court recruitment this time are very generous, with registration fees (resettlement silver), and a period of time (one year). Priority promotion and recommendation are given, not to mention that as long as you have military merits, you can be promoted to a military officer. Compared with previous years, in which you have experienced military service and may not be allowed to withdraw within five years.

For a moment, there were many responses - of course, most of them were disciples of the blue belt and yellow belt. As for those above the red belt, they all had a good future and were even more likely to be promoted to a warrior. Most of them would not follow this path. Of course, except those who have not yet made a breakthrough after ten years.

"The alien race is rampant and offends my borders. It is the time when our warriors rise up to break the enemy's boundary and promote our martial power."

"That's right. The fame and fortune are approaching immediately. I dare to laugh at Hu'er for not being husband--go out of the frontier! Kill Hu!"

"Go and sign up."

"Go together!"

Amidst the troubles, Luo Xiao looked quietly. He saw Hei Pi, Huang Qi, and even Xu Yuan. They walked to the civil servants sent by the City Guardian, either cheerfully or hesitantly, wrote down their names on the book, pressed their handprints, and received the resettlement silver.

He saw Wu Junyan holding his arms and silently, his eyes cold.

He saw that Pan Yang had already taken a step, but he lowered his head and thought about it, clenched his fists, slowly closed his feet, and returned to the queue.

He saw Duan Qinglan biting his lip, shook his head gently, and refused Xu Yuan's persuasion, holding the silver liang, and lowered his head ashamed in the sad and puzzled eyes of his best friend.

"If there was no such event, maybe I would be one of them." Luo Xiao looked silently, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled, "But everything has changed, right? Since that's the case, why bother melancholy, just move forward."
Chapter completed!