Technological practice: leading the human race to the stars

Chapter 21 The Appreciation of the White Robe Elder
"There will be a heavy rainstorm in this city at 96: p.m., which will last for about hours. All work in the city will be suspended. Please make preparations in advance..."

Yuanze was woken up by the weather forecast that his father had to check every morning.

However, Yuanze is used to getting up early, and starts morning exercises as soon as he wakes up.

But the moment he entered the "flow", Yuanze once again entered a special spiritual space. The difference from the last time was that this time it was a pure white space. The power of this whiteness was very weak and could be easily annihilated by the darkness of the last time.

Yuanze passed the test quickly this time. This power is called "temptation". It is a kind of spiritual power that he can use by making sounds.

Having just acquired a new ability, it was almost seven o'clock now, so Yuan Ze simply took the "Source Power Training Guide" that had just been sent to his mobile phone last night and took a look. The specific training methods would not be received until he entered the training camp. The first half was a video with a mechanical female voice explaining:
“First of all, congratulations to Yuanze for becoming a member of the elite training camp!
Next, I will lead you to officially open the door to Source Warrior training.

The innate source force in the human body will passively draw the source force of the universe into the body, subtly using this force to transform the body and strengthen various indicators of the body.

Therefore, if one does not have innate source power in the body, one is destined to not be able to become a source warrior, and cannot even reach the apprentice level.

Cultivation is to turn passivity into activeness, using the innate source force to actively attract the cosmic source force, and at the same time use them more efficiently to transform every part of the body, including muscles, bones, blood, internal organs, etc.

However, there is a prerequisite for active practice, which is that the physical fitness reaches the passing line for practice, and this passing line is determined by the martial arts school and the qualification for practice is granted. In addition, one month later, the martial arts school will send some students with excellent college entrance examination results to the headquarters to join the professional training camp and take a customized rare potion to enable them to grow quickly.

The levels of source warriors are divided from low to high:
1. Trainee level
2. Awakening Level
3. Formal level
4. Quenching level
5. Financial level
6. Peak Level
7. Extraordinary

8. Paragon

9. Phoenix

Except for the apprentice level, each other level has nine levels. The first three levels are low levels, the middle three levels are intermediate levels, and the last three levels are high levels.

Above this, there is a mysterious realm that transcends the level of ordinary human life, and there are only about a hundred people in the world who have reached this realm.

The bodies of these strong men have evolved to the point where they can unlock their genetic locks and gain some special abilities.

......"

"No wonder my parents can't become source warriors. The textbooks didn't explain it completely. No wonder my master said that to me before." Yuan Ze tilted his head and muttered to himself, but he was very conflicted in his heart.

For some reason, ever since he met the old man in white robes three days ago, Yuan Ze has been feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, and even the time he spent in "Flow" training has been shortened during this period.

"Theoretical score is 99.9, source power is 195, and combat ratio is 1.9. Not bad, not bad! The liberal arts score is also as high as 735, the first in China. It seems that the elite training camp has found another good seedling."

The old man in white robes personally came to the scene and handed Yuanze the elite student identity card, looking at Yuanze, a rare genius, with an envious expression.

Yuanze looked at the old man in white robe in front of him and had a very familiar feeling, as if he had seen him somewhere.

His white robe was as clean as snow, with ancient and mysterious patterns, like a sacred armor in the sunlight, exuding majesty. His long beard and white hair sparkled with the wisdom and light of the years, and his face was as firm as an ancient rock, calm and resolute.

His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see through the most secret thoughts in people's hearts. When he looked at Yuan Ze, Yuan Ze was in a trance, as if he could see through his soul.

His voice was deep and powerful, and every word was full of power, making people intoxicated by it as if it carried great power. When he spoke, everyone would involuntarily immerse themselves in his words, and be attracted by his wisdom and majesty:

"Come with me to the headquarters for special training now, okay?"

The ability of "Flow" was passively triggered, which confiscated this not-so-strong mental attack. Yuan Ze's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly came to his senses and replied calmly: "Thank you, but I have my own things to do." "I can grant you a top-notch weapon." Another tempting mental attack.

"No need." Yuan Ze was very determined. He knew that such a big shot would never lower himself to a lower level. He would definitely not turn against him in front of so many people.

The people around him also looked at Yuan Ze. He actually rejected the invitation of the old man in white robe? And he also had a top-notch weapon?
Who could resist such a temptation? Everyone felt that they could not do it.

This caused an almost imperceptible flash of vigilance and surprise on the old man's face. He frowned slightly, then smiled again and continued, "You are indeed a genius. I admire your generosity."

"Well, Master Jinghua, you will stay here for a while. When little friend Yuanze's matter is finished, I will take him to the main hall."

"Yes!" The moment the order was received, a figure cut through the air like lightning and stuck into the ground like a sword out of its sheath.

This person had previously restrained her aura so perfectly that even Yuan Ze's "heart flow" did not detect her existence, and Yuan Ze felt that her body was like a "scabbard", filled with a strong desire to fight.

Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, revealing a firm and decisive light. She swept her gaze over everyone, as if assessing the strength of each one.

"It's time for me to leave now." Before he finished speaking, the figure of the old man in white robe disappeared from the spot.

"Hey, hey, hey, do you know who this is? The deputy director! Bro, you've become really rich, this is incredible!"

As soon as Ni Minghao stepped into the martial arts hall, he saw this shocking scene. Regardless of the joy in his heart, he rushed to Yuanze and pointed to the place where the old man in white robe disappeared.

The martial arts hall is the only powerful organization in the world today that is qualified to independently manage the world's source warriors. One of its founders is an old man in a white robe.

He has five young coaches under him, whose status and strength are comparable to those of branch school presidents, and they are all at least at the highest level of human beings.

At this time, the two of them looked at the coach in front of them and carefully examined him:

Her face is like finely carved porcelain, fair and translucent, revealing a noble and elegant beauty. Her nose is straight, and her eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky, deep and bright, shining with wisdom and courage.

Her figure is graceful and agile, with exquisite curves, revealing a perfect combination of strength and beauty. Especially when she wears a tight combat suit, it fits her body like a second skin, outlining her perfect figure. Her muscle lines are smooth and tense, without a trace of excess fat, and she has a unique beauty.

"I'll wait for you here when you're done." Jinghua didn't care about their gazes at all, like an ice sculpture.

Yuanze savored those last cold words.

Having said that, Yuanze's keen sense that day told him that the attacking behavior of the old man in white robe was definitely not a test of talent, nor was it an attitude of appreciating talent. He could vaguely feel a strange fanatical emotion.

So after I came to my senses, I postponed the invitation, but I could only delay it for a month at most, which would not solve the problem.

The new power gained today is even more telling.

Thinking about it this way, Yuanze also realized that the last sentence felt more like a warning not to act rashly. The coach probably didn't seem to be waiting for him, but more like a tool to monitor and control him.

The most terrifying thing is that this is a naked conspiracy. Yuanze jumped up from the bed and thought to himself:

"We can't just sit there and wait."

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(End of this chapter)