In the early morning, a cold wind blew across the barren mountains, bringing a hint of chill. The training ground was dead silent, with the team members scattered everywhere, like abandoned psychic puppets, lying on the ground or leaning against rocks, their eyes empty, as if their souls had been torn apart.

Wen Xiu stared at the ground in deep thought, his gaze as profound as if he were pondering the meaning of life. Beside him, a scorch mark left by a psychic bullet seemed to serve as the fulcrum of his life philosophy. He remained silent for a long moment, until a daring flying insect alighted on his nose. He slowly raised his hand, swatted the insect away, and muttered to himself, "Life is truly boring."

Fatty Yuan squatted on the ground, holding a stone in his hand, as if it was his only hope in life. He no longer talked about spiritual fruit and concerts, and even the bag of spiritual fruit he cherished like a treasure disappeared. Whenever the wind blew, he would subconsciously hug the stone tightly, muttering under his breath, "Complete the mission...Complete the mission is the kingly way..."

Zhang Xiyu sat on a large rock, his psychic pen swiping through the air, complex rune formations slowly taking shape. His eyes were vacant, as if he were trapped in a mathematical formula. "There must be something wrong with the runes... It's not my fault, it's the runes deceiving me... deceiving..."

As for the rest of the team, they were like a group of soulless zombies. Some mechanically repeated the movement of crawling forward, even though there were no psionic traps on the sand; others stood there in a daze, suddenly reaching out as if to grab something, but then seemed to be swaying in the wind.

Ning Yuge stood high up, holding a wooden stick, looking down at the lifeless scene before him. A sneer crossed his face: "Useless? I think these people are starting to look a bit presentable."

Wen Xiu had completely discarded his "Buddhist Captain" persona. He no longer talked about "being happy is the most important thing" or made tea. He simply silently carried out every training task, no matter how demanding, even more demanding than Ning Yuge's.

During the psychic sand training that day, Wen Xiu accidentally triggered a trap while crawling, and was flung several meters away by the psychic current. His teammates were frightened and stopped immediately, but Wen Xiu climbed out of the sand, dusted himself off, and acted as if nothing had happened. He turned to look at Ning Yuge and said coldly, "Do you want to continue?"

Ning Yuge was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Go on, of course."

Wen Xiu didn't say anything and just lay down again, his movements smooth and without any delay.

Ling Ruoxi, who was not far away, watched this scene and couldn't help but chuckled: "Cousin, wasn't this guy the weak captain who made tea before? How did he become a cold Shura now?"

Luo Tiangang responded calmly: "After being tortured like this by my cousin, how can I not change my mentality?"

Yuan Pangpang's transformation was even more astonishing. His spiritual fruit bag had completely disappeared, and not only did he no longer mention the concert, but he even practiced weighted crawling with rocks during his breaks.

During one training session, he climbed the sandy ground carrying twenty spirit stones on his back, his clothes soaked with sweat, but he didn't complain. Ning Yuge deliberately stood behind him and shouted coldly: "Fatty, this training is of utmost importance! If you slack off again-"

Fatty Yuan turned his head abruptly, the silly smile on his face long gone, replaced by a chilling ruthlessness: "Brother, I'm not lazy! I'll complete the task!"

Ning Yuge was startled by the cruelty in his eyes, but soon smiled again: "Not bad, this is more like a good look. Fatty, continue!"

Ling Ruoxi, who was standing by, looked at Fatty's fierce face and raised her eyebrows: "Is this still the fat guy who ran all over the mountain chasing spiritual fruits? Cousin, you really drive me to the point where I lose my nature."

Luo Tiangang looked at Fatty's back and said calmly, "If he continues like this, he might become an idol of stone in a few days."

After a hellish day of training, the players collapsed to the ground, their bodies like dead fish, even the strength to breathe seemed to be exhausted. However, in this dead silence, a figure slowly rose from the ground.

Zhang Xiyu clutched the psychic pen tightly, his eyes determined yet tinged with madness. He stared at the psychic traps on the training ground, as if confronting some invisible enemy. "One more time." His voice was low, but his tone was undeniable.

Wen Xiu turned his head and looked at him with a complicated look in his eyes: "Are you crazy? We've been tossed around like this, and you still want to do it again?"

Zhang Xiyu didn't even turn her head. "Crazy? I just want to win. This trap is dead, I am alive, I don't believe I can't break it."

He stood up shakily and walked towards the trap. Ning Yuge stood in the distance, watching his back, a sneer on his face: "This is what a cultivator looks like."

Wen Xiu sighed silently, closed his eyes, and stopped talking. He himself didn't know when he had gotten used to this hellish life.

Early in the morning, after the first whistle blew on the training ground, the players stood up one by one. Although their movements were slow and their faces were pale, everyone's eyes were less timid and more indifferent.

Wen Xiu was the first to finish his morning training. He stood up from the other end of the psychic sand, dusted himself off, and looked at Ning Yuge coldly, "What's the next item?"

Ning Yuge stared at him, smiling: "Did it finish so quickly? It seems that yesterday's training was not in vain."

Panting heavily, carrying twice the weight of the spirit stones on his back, Fatty Yuan was the last one to reach the finish line. His chubby face was covered in sweat, but his eyes were unyielding: "Brother, this little weight... is nothing."

Ning Yuge walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad, much better than the fat pig who only knew how to eat spiritual fruits."

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