Ning Yuge was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Senior Sister, please believe me. Although these people look miserable now, they have begun to change. When they complete this training, you will understand what a miracle is."

Shen Qingwan was stunned by his determined gaze and was speechless for a moment. Although she was quite dissatisfied with Ning Yuge's training methods, his confidence made it difficult for her to refute him easily.

A scene in the field suddenly caught her attention. On the sand, Fatty Yuan was crawling towards the finish line. A spiritual stone rested on his back, nearly crushing him flat on his back, but his teeth were clenched, his eyes filled with stubborn determination. A flash of lightning suddenly erupted from a psychic trap, bearing down on his back. However, Fatty's reaction was incredibly quick. He rolled to avoid the fatal blow, then continued on, forcing his way to the finish line.

After reaching the finish line, Fatty Yuan raised his head, soaking wet, and panting, he said, "Brother, I'm done."

Ning Yuge looked at him expressionlessly and nodded calmly: "Not bad, but don't be too happy too soon. There are more difficult things to come."

Pangpang didn't complain at all, but just quietly returned to the team, gritting his teeth and waiting for the next round of training.

Shen Qingwan witnessed all this, and mixed emotions surged in her heart. She looked at Fatty's slightly clumsy back, and was actually slightly moved.

"Perhaps..." she whispered to herself, "What he said is not without reason."

Ning Yuge keenly caught the change in Shen Qingwan's expression, and a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Senior Sister, don't worry, I know my limits. Although this training may seem harsh, they can all endure it. On the day of the competition, you will see a brand new team."

Shen Qingwan still had doubts in her heart, but she couldn't ignore the looks of the players on the field. Those eyes that were once filled with confusion and complaints now had a hint of tenacity.

After the training session, the disciples collapsed to the ground, gasping for air as if their souls had been drained away. Ning Yuge stood high above, gazing at them coldly. His voice was as piercing as a chilling wind: "Remember the hardship you've endured today. During the competition, your enemies will make you suffer even more thoroughly. If you don't want to be scolded today, then shut up with your strength!"

The team members were unable to refute, but the unyielding spirit in their eyes became more and more obvious.

Shen Qingwan watched all this, feeling a mixture of emotions. She turned to look at Ning Yuge, her tone warning, "I hope your method really works. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain myself to the sect."

Ning Yuge's eyes were determined, with a faint smile on her lips: "Senior Sister, don't worry, this team will definitely become your pride."

As night fell, the barren mountain was silent, with only the team members' low breathing and exhausted groans echoing in the valley. Ning Yuge stood on the top of the mountain, gazing at the stars in the night sky, his eyes deep, as if he was expecting something.

In the tent, Wen Xiu whispered, "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely not cultivate immortality again..."

Fatty Yuan turned over and murmured, "Spiritual fruits are delicious, but cultivating immortality is too hard... but it seems I still have to cultivate."

Zhang Xiyu covered her face with her hands, her voice as low as a mosquito: "The theory can be repaired, but cultivation cannot be abandoned... It's such a mess..."

The wind from the barren mountains blew past, carrying away their wails, as if it was the prelude to a legend that was about to unfold.