I felt a little numb before sinking.
Why do I have to take my clothes off again?
What strange hobbies these are!
"Come to the bathhouse!"
Cheng Qingqing pinched Chen Qian's face, ignoring his changing expression, and swayed into the bathroom next to the cultivation room.
Shen Qian gritted his teeth and followed him inside.
"Take it off, are you afraid of losing out?"
Cheng Qingqing took off her coat and tossed it aside, then turned around and looked at Shen Qiandao with a smile.
He took a deep breath before sinking in, and then, resigned to his fate, quickly took off his clothes.
Before Shen Qian could react, Cheng Qingqing had already pushed him into the bathtub.
Whoosh!
The pool water, which hadn't been heated, was ice-cold. Immediately afterward, indescribable pain shot through every nerve ending in my limbs, and I screamed in agony as I was suddenly thrown into the water.
He instinctively tried to get out of the pool, but was firmly held down by a slender, fair hand.
"Don't move. Extreme pain can stimulate your mental strength, which is also an effective shortcut to growth."
Cheng Qingqing's suddenly clear voice rang in Shen Qian's ears.
I forced myself to calm down before sinking in.
Cheng Qingqing, with her trousers rolled up, sat on the edge of the pool, one hand pressing against the sink, while the other held a small white porcelain bottle, pouring an unknown dark green liquid into the bath.
Shen Qian looked at the dark green liquid and felt a sense of familiarity about it.
But the intense pain quickly shattered his ability to think.
The dark green liquid was of unknown origin, but just a single drop had changed the color of the entire pool and nearly caused Shen Qian to faint from the pain.
At this moment, Cheng Qingqing had already poured almost half a bottle.
Before sinking, it began to struggle wildly and uncontrollably, instinctively trying to break free.
The water splashed, but it was firmly confined to a certain area and could not fly out at all.
What alarmed Cheng Qingqing was Shen Qian.
She thought she could easily suppress Shen Qian, but she found she was wrong.
Later, she even had to lean half her body on Shen Qian to barely restrain him.
"This is a fourth-level high-level martial artist?" Cheng Qingqing clung tightly to Shen Qian, gritting her teeth. "What a load of bull! I don't believe your nonsense!"
Even Cheng Qingqing's face faintly glowed with a green light, which was enough to completely suppress Shen Qian.
"Don't be afraid of pain, face it, feel it, and let it dissolve!"
"Relax your body, stop using your vital energy, use your mental energy to find the burning sensation, and then... eat it."
Cheng Qingqing didn't listen verbally, but guided Shen Qian with the gentlest voice in the world.
Whether he listened or not, before sinking in, he suddenly stopped moving, became quiet, and even his face became peaceful.
Cheng Qingqing tentatively let go, and when she saw that Shen Qian really didn't react at all, she was a little stunned.
Ignoring her slightly damp clothes, she leaned closer to examine Shen Qian and was immediately amazed and quite shocked.
The dark green liquid is the sap of a rare demonic plant called "Seven-Step Grass".
Within seven steps, one's liver and intestines will be torn apart, and one will die from excruciating pain!
This is an extreme form of torture that even mountains and seas cannot withstand.
Even blocking neural perception is useless.
Although Cheng Qingqing used diluted Seven-Step Grass for Shen Qian, she still poured in more than a dozen drops.
If she were to cultivate herself, she would only need a maximum of thirty drops.
The speed at which the person adapted before sinking was less than three minutes, which is nothing short of abnormal.
"I used to think Xiao Qi was the best, but I never expected... Where did that old geezer find such a monster like you?"
Cheng Qingqing muttered to herself.
"Hehe, he's quite handsome..."
Just as Cheng Qingqing was about to pinch Shen Qian's cheek, Shen Qian suddenly spoke.
"Again."
"Huh?" Cheng Qingqing was taken aback.
"Again," Shen Qian repeated calmly, his eyes tightly closed.
Cheng Qingqing glanced subconsciously at the small porcelain bottle in her hand, then at Chen Qian, and hesitated for a few seconds.
"Fine, you really haven't reached your limit yet. With me here, nothing will happen to you..."
So Cheng Qingqing poured in three more drops.
The pool water rippled, appearing even greener, but the sinker remained unmoved.
"Again."
"you……"
Cheng Qingqing didn't believe it either, so she added three more drops.
"Again."
However, Chen Qian, like a monster that was still not satisfied, made another demand.
Cheng Qingqing began to continuously add juice to the pool water.
Three drops, seven drops... After pouring in the remaining half bottle, Cheng Qingqing gasped, finding it hard to accept.
This whole bottle is the amount she usually uses to hone her mental strength.
But Chen Qian not only didn't react, but his micro-expression even seemed to suggest he was enjoying it.
Cheng Qingqing dipped her hand into the pool, but a sharp pain shot through her, and she pulled it back.
"I don't understand."
Cheng Qingqing leaned against the edge of the bathtub, feeling utterly hopeless.
As time goes by, the green color in the pool gradually fades away.
Although Cheng Qingqing was flipping through fashion magazines, she was also keeping an eye on Shen Qian's condition.
Seeing that Shen Qian actually seemed to be digesting all the Seven Steps Grass juice, Cheng Qingqing's face showed an unusual solemnity after the initial shock.
"Junior Brother's mental strength is even more outrageous than I imagined. Is this really normal? Our teacher should know, right? Then there shouldn't be any problems..."
While Cheng Qingqing was lost in thought, Shen Qian suddenly raised his hand.
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