Chapter 15: Kidnapped a father?

The First Order has six classic foundational runes. Their patterns are simple yet extraordinary in effect, and their applications are quite extensive.

Knightly Spirit: It makes the body more coordinated and agile, increasing attack frequency by 1-4%.

Liqibao's Witchcraft: It enhances the user's soul power effects by 1-2%.

Thor's Wings: It increases movement speed by 1-3%.

Beast Clan's Fangs: A soul power enhancement that adds an extra 5-20 Dar units of soul power damage to beast clan attacks, making it standard equipment for the beast clan army.

Emperor's Blessing: A restorative rune that draws soul power from the space around it for replenishment, recovering approximately 2 Dar units of soul power damage every five seconds.

And finally, Mar's Resilience: A defensive soul power rune that enhances one's soul power defense by 1-5%.

These six combat runes are considered the core of the First Order.

Li Sitan drew them quickly, leaving Yin Fu dazzled. Mo Tong, eager to prove himself again, refocused his attention, but Old Wang felt helpless.

First Order runes, and the most basic six at that. This... really doesn't make one concentrate.

It was too simple, so simple it was infuriating. This was something he designed for beginners to use and then discard. How could it be anything else? More frustrating was that Li Sitan's drawing wasn't bad or good; it was somewhere between perfect and imperfect, driving perfectionists mad, yet they had to force themselves to watch seriously.

"Senior Brother," Old Wang had already let several imprecise details slide but couldn't help but show off: "Your Mar's Resilience isn't drawn well enough; it won't reach 5%."

Damn it, this is a representative figure in runes, and there's a discrepancy in skill level.

"Oh?"

Mar's Blessing was the first rune Li Sitan learned and the one he drew the most. Twenty years ago, even Teacher Hawkland couldn't find fault with it. It was his specialty. He paused and asked enthusiastically, "No, this is a standard complete rune; it should be 5%."

"Senior Brother, the lines are very standard and complete, but honestly, being too precise lacks spirit. Runes are drawn with the heart, not just with standard lines, but infused with soul. This won't reach 5%, only close, with some error."

Li Sitan's expression became more serious as he smiled slightly, "Junior Brother, continue."

"For example, Mar's Resilience. The defensive effect doesn't come solely from soul power infusion but also requires the addition of emotional soul. If you can infuse some resilient will into it, the effect will be enhanced."

"You mean mental emotions?"

"No, I mean soul emotions. To break through limits and find new paths, one must not stick rigidly to conventions; otherwise, progress will stagnate."

Li Sitan suddenly clapped his hands, "Yin Fu, Mo Tong, did you hear that? If you want to draw perfect runes, these details are crucial. Since I have research tasks, you should ask Wang Feng for guidance regularly."

Yin Fu agreed wholeheartedly, while Mo Tong felt miserable. Was Senior Brother Li Sitan foolish? This kid was clearly bluffing!

Old Wang was stunned, both amused and exasperated. Honest people were indeed skilled at deception. With his cunning, he had overlooked it. Thinking about it, these were basics for Li Sitan.

It was clear Li Sitan wanted to gauge him, and Old Wang also wanted to rely on Li Sitan during these critical times. He needed allies for security.

The rune class had turned into an exchange between Old Wang and Li Sitan, enlightening Yin Fu, who understood parts of it, but Mo Tong was scratching his head in frustration.

Another hour passed before Li Sitan reluctantly ended the session, having gained much. Wang Feng clearly had knowledge of runes and often studied in the library, showing effort and talent.

The principal truly had a keen eye! Li Sitan was deeply impressed: "Junior Brother, I'll recommend you to Dean Hawkland for further study!"

"Ah, Senior Brother, no need. I think it's better to solidify the foundation. Learning from you has been incredibly beneficial. These inspirations all came from you. With anyone else, I wouldn't be comfortable. I like your subtle teaching style."

Old Wang showered compliments, and Li Sitan smiled foolishly.

Yin Fu was touched by their humility, while Mo Tong felt nauseous. He had never seen such shameless flattery. He couldn't feel the so-called style.

"Junior Brother, have you encountered Second Order runes?"

"No, how could I!" Old Wang didn't want to overdo it, preferring to keep a low profile. He felt eyes watching him. Li Sitan needed to be kept stable, but he couldn't appear too impressive.

"Junior Brother, your talent is extraordinary, and your theoretical knowledge is solid. I believe you're ready to explore Second Order and even Third Order runes. There's no need to waste time on First Order runes! If you need books or materials, just let me know, and I can provide them."

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Old Wang seized the opportunity: "Studying Second Order runes is part of my plan and interest, but as you know, it's mentally taxing. Sometimes I might oversleep or need to take leave. Please bear with me."

"Haha, no problem. I understand. Inspiration comes first. You're only 17, not as exceptional as Principal Karida, but far better than me."

"Senior Brother, you jest. How could I compare to Principal Karida? She's a beautiful and kind goddess, my eternal idol!" Old Wang's attitude was impeccable.

"Haha, mastering all Second Order runes at 18, reaching Third Order at 26, the only one on the continent! Unfortunately, she prefers martial arts. Otherwise..." Li Sitan shook his head, like a devout believer whose faith had been taken away. Then he looked at Old Wang seriously: "Wang Feng, I know the path of runes is lonely, but please maintain your love and dedication. Trust me, in the end, it will reward you generously! Don't waste your talent. Unlike me, you might achieve great things. Runes are humanity's future!"

"Sure, sure..." Old Wang was genuinely afraid of this talkative senior brother and quickly agreed, fearing more long-winded advice.

Li Sitan finally smiled contentedly, but Old Wang suddenly felt uneasy.

Why does Senior Brother look at me like a father would look at his son?

Oh no! Did I just get a dad?