Divine Seal: Infinitely stack Q, protecting light and reincarnation.

Starseeker City, Central Plaza.

The officer looked at Qi Tian in front of him, his face showing deep thought.

According to regulations, one can indeed join the army if they are 15 years old or older, but usually only teenagers with special backgrounds or talents are accepted.

The boy in front of me named "Lin Feng" doesn't seem to belong to either of those two types of people at all.

"Place of origin?"

"I come from Wuhun Town in the west. My family was killed by the demons, and I want to avenge them. I also hope to contribute my strength to humanity!"

Qi Tian said with some excitement, "This Wuhun Town was a small town that was invaded by the demons half a year ago. There were not many surviving people to begin with, so it was impossible to verify his identity."

"Wuhun Town?"

The officer frowned slightly, clearly aware of the situation in Wuhun Town, and thus felt some sympathy for Qi Tian's identity.

The officer then wrote "Martial Soul Town" in the register and pointed to the testing area:

"Go ahead, but kid, let me warn you, don't force yourself if you don't pass the test. There's no cure for injuries."

"Thank you, sir!"

Qi Tian walked towards the testing area.

The people queuing around him turned their attention to him. A fifteen-year-old boy was going to join the army? He was the first one among today's group.

Many people looked on with amusement, while others looked on with sympathy.

The first item is a strength test.

Qi Tian looked at the three pairs of stone locks.

If he wanted to, he could wield a 200-pound stone lock with one hand, but he couldn't; he had to conceal his strength.

He walked to the 100-pound stone lock, squatted down, and grabbed the handle with both hands.

The muscles in his arms were slightly tense, and spiritual energy flowed within his body, but he deliberately suppressed it on the surface of his arms, only mobilizing about level 2, level 5 (the sum of internal and external spiritual energy was about 300).

"rise!"

The stone lock was lifted steadily above his head.

Qi Tian deliberately turned his face red, and his arms trembled slightly. After holding on for five breaths, he put down the stone lock and even took two "laborious" breaths.

Some onlookers nodded slightly. Being able to lift 100 pounds at fifteen years old is not bad; at least the strength is up to par.

"Pass! Next, spiritual power test!"

Qi Tian walked up to the crystal for testing spiritual power.

He needs to keep his spiritual power test results between level two and level five of the second tier; they cannot be too high or too low.

He took a deep breath, recalling his understanding of the basic application of spiritual power during the past two years of teaching Long Haochen.

His right fist was clenched, and spiritual energy condensed on the surface of his fist, but he deliberately made the flow of spiritual energy appear "rough" and "loose," as if he had not undergone systematic training and was only acting on instinct.

A punch was thrown.

boom!

The crystal plate lit up, and the patterns quickly appeared, eventually stabilizing at the mark '302', slightly higher than Wang Tiezhu's mark from before.

"Hey, not bad, kid!"

The veteran in charge of recording raised an eyebrow. "To reach level 5 of the second tier at fifteen, you have some talent. However, your spiritual energy circulation is too rough. You haven't learned any proper cultivation methods, have you?"

Qi Tian shook his head "embarrassed": "I just practiced randomly."

No wonder.

The veteran, unsuspecting, said, "Go and get to real combat, Lao Wu, this is your job!"

The same old soldier with the scar on his face walked over, carrying a training sword.

He looked at Lin Feng and grinned: "Kid, you've got some punches, but real combat isn't just about strength. Come on, let me see what you're made of."

The two stopped.

The veteran didn't hold back because Lin Feng was young. On the contrary, his first sword strike was aimed straight at Lin Feng's chest, fast and steady—this was the most basic thrusting technique in the military camp, simple and direct, yet honed through countless trials.

He went all out to make Qi Tian back down, since it was a bit of a waste for a fifteen-year-old boy to join the army.

Qi Tian dodged to the side, his movements appearing somewhat "clumsy," and he even stumbled slightly, as if it were merely an instinctive reaction.

He "frantically" drew his wooden sword from his waist and parried the veteran's next horizontal slash.

clang!

The wooden sword clashed with the training longsword.

Qi Tian grunted, took two steps back, and his arm trembled.

He deliberately controlled his strength, making each block seem forced and each dodge seem perilous.

After ten moves, the veteran knocked Lin Feng's wooden sword away with a single sword strike.

"stop!"

The veteran sheathed his sword, looked at Lin Feng who was panting and sweating, and nodded. "His reaction was alright, he has some fighting instinct, but his technique is terrible, and his use of spiritual power is a complete mess, utterly chaotic."

He turned to the veteran who was recording the data and said, "You're up to par. Throw him into the recruit camp for three months of training, and he should be able to turn into a decent person."

The veteran checked a box in the register.

"Lin Feng, Tier 2 Level 5 Warrior, Combat Assessment Grade C, Go collect your nameplate!"

Qi Tian breathed a sigh of relief and headed towards the registration desk.

The middle-aged officer looked at the boy who was walking back, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He took out a brand-new iron plaque and engraved the number on it with a carving knife: Southeast New Recruits, Ding Battalion, 743.

"Here you go, this is your identification tag. Losing it will be considered desertion."

The officer handed the nameplate to Qi Tian. "Three days from now, at sunrise, assemble at the gate of the military camp in the south of the city. We will then proceed together to the recruit training camp. Anyone who is late will be considered to have given up, and their token will be revoked."

"Yes, sir."

Qi Tian accepted the nameplate.

The metal plate was cold to the touch, with rough edges, and felt heavy in my hand.

"And another thing," the officer paused, lowering his voice, "the first month in recruit camp is the hardest. Grit your teeth and get through it. Don't desert, and don't die too soon."

This is the most straightforward blessing from a veteran border soldier to a new recruit.

In reality, there's no such thing as training for three months before going to the battlefield on the border!

As a new recruit, if you perform well, you'll most likely be able to enter the battlefield in less than a month.

After all, the battle at the southeastern fortress was extremely arduous, with heavy casualties, and new recruits were in short supply.

After hearing the officer's words, Qi Tian nodded, carefully put the nameplate on his body, and turned to leave the recruitment office.

Three days later, in the south of Xingxun City, at the recruit training camp.

Dust billowed across the drill ground, and slogans resounded loudly.

More than 300 new recruits were divided into six formations and repeated the most basic drills, slashing, blocking, and charging movements amidst the shouts and curses of their instructors.

Qi Tian stood in the T-shaped formation, holding a standard training iron sword in his hand, meticulously following the demonstration of the instructor in front.

His every strike was controlled to just the right amount of power and speed, and every block was standard but lacked agility, perfectly fitting the image of an ordinary person who "has some talent but lacks systematic training".

However, what Qi Tian considered ordinary was extraordinary to the military high command.

"That unit, number 743 of the Dingzi Battalion, what was it called again?"

On a high platform beside the drill ground, a middle-aged officer wearing a centurion's leather armor squinted, his fingers lightly tapping the hilt of his sword at his waist.

The clerk next to him, who was in charge of recording, immediately flipped through the register: "Reporting to the centurion, his name is Lin Feng, fifteen years old, a former vagrant, registered as a second-tier level five warrior, with a combat assessment grade of C."

"Second-tier, fifth-level? Grade C?"

The centurion raised an eyebrow. "Watch his movements."

The clerk followed the centurion's gaze.

On the training ground, Qi Tian was practicing thrusting drills with the formation.

His thrusting motion looked unremarkable, even somewhat rigid, but after careful observation, the clerk's pupils contracted slightly.