The leader's voice trailed off into a low whisper until it vanished entirely. His mind was spinning at a dizzying pace. There were simply too many coincidences, too many overlapping points between this mysterious youth and his daughter. It was reaching a point where coincidence felt like a lie.
"Oh, is that true?" William snapped out of his montary daze, expertly masking his emotions. He tilted his head, acting innocent and ignorant of the weight his words had carried. "Then it must be fate. It seems destiny has a particular fondness for that na."
He offered a calm, thin smile, and with those simple words, effectively ended the debate before it could spiral into a dangerous interrogation.
"As we have agreed on everything else, let's speak about what you will do in the upcoming weeks," William said, pivoting the conversation back to planning. He turned to the elders, his expression becoming businesslike.
"I have a mountain of tasks to handle after taking over this world. But there is sothing specific I need you to do for before you return to the Upper Realm... I need you to train my elite forces. I want you to give them the proper teachings of the upper realm."
"That would be sothing trivial to do, a simple task, except..." One of the elders paused, his brow furrowed as he struggled to find the right way to voice his concern.
"Look, kid. The way we train up there is fundantally different from how you train here in the lower realm. That's not sothing against your world in particular; all lower realms share this inherent weakness.
The quality of the spirit power, the training manuals, the spirits and spirit elents... Everything is different. That's why anyone who ascends usually takes years, sotis decades, to adapt to the new rules of the upper realm before they can even think about raising their spirit grade.
Your people might break under the pressure if we teach them our ways too quickly. Not to ntion we lack the proper spirit power needed for them to execute our teachings…"
"Don't fret about their adaptability," William responded calmly, accepting their warnings with a nod. "I've already started training them on the upper realm rules. They've been practising those thods for years now."
He watched the elders' expressions shift from concern to flat-out disbelief.
"They are already walking down the right path of the Holy Trinity," William continued, his voice steady.
"Spirit, Body, and Elent. I've already tested their foundations and their spirit elents using the standard validation ways of the Upper Realm. They aren't lower-realm masters trying to learn new tricks; they are Upper-Realm-ready warriors who simply happen to be standing on lower-realm soil."
"..."
His words landed like a heavy stone in a quiet pond. The entire tent was ushered into a stifling silence. It wasn't a rare occasion for an Upper Realm force to gain temporary access to the lower realms. And yet, regardless of how many tis they visited, no one ever bothered to teach the local spirit masters the proper way to train.
There was a very practical reason for this: trying to practice high-level cultivation in a world with low-quality spirit power was usually an exercise in futility. It was like trying to run a high-performance engine on watered-down fuel; it was slow, agonisingly difficult, and usually ended up destroying the spirit master's morale.
Yet here was William, claiming he had been training his elite guild forces based on these rules for years, and he had sohow grown in power to such an extent that he could punch the Fox in the face. It was simply impossible. And yet, the results were sitting right in front of them.
"But... How..." the leader stuttered, his composure finally cracking. He didn't know if William was joking, delusional, or telling a truth that defied all logic. But ntioning the Holy Trinity by na, a concept that shouldn't have existed in any lower realm, ant this youngster knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Don't ask," William couldn't resist a small, triumphant laugh at their expense. "I knew the challenges from the beginning, and yet I persisted in walking down this path. After all, even if the spirit power quality is low here, it doesn't an we can't grow stronger eventually."
"I know, everyone knows about this, still…" The elder who spoke earlier paused, his brows knitted in a deep, sceptical furrow.
"I never heard of any success of this thod before with any lower realm masters! It is a theoretical dream at best. Besides, it's well known that ascending will beco impossible as the bottleneck at the end of this path is sothing no one can overco using the thin spirit power in the lower worlds. It is like trying to forge a celestial blade using nothing but scrap iron and a candle fla."
"That's why I already prepared special places for this," William countered, having already accounted for this precise objection long ago. That was exactly why he had painstakingly prepared that underground area, filled with very copious and dense higher-grade spirit power.
"I just won't have enough ti to train them for the weeks to co myself. I have just controlled this dium World, and have to go and visit the different lower realms and stabilise the situation there.
So I need your help to guide them through in my absence. My Fox Guild faction leaders will show you the way to that special training place I arranged before. There, under your expert help, they can easily surpass that bottleneck and be ready to ascend."
"..."
The silence that followed was thick with hesitation and doubt. Hearing this made everyone doubt what he was saying. To claim one had created an environnt capable of mimicking the Upper Realm's spirit power within a lower world was bordering on heresy. And yet, the leader of the Blue Purgators looked fascinated.
"Don't worry about this point. I'll lead the training myself," the leader said, making the decision right on the spot.
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