Shenqing Zhenjun was very angry.
Improving one's cultivation level has always been a top priority for everyone.
As the most important person in the sect, how could he give up a chance to directly advance his cultivation level?
Such a waste of resources is infuriating.
Ye Feng hadn't expected his senior brother to be so angry.
The icy tone in his voice seemed to freeze you solid.
He chuckled awkwardly and said, "Mainly because I feel that my cultivation level can be improved on its own, and I'm really afraid of pain."
Shenqing Zhenjun ignored his reply and said stiffly, "I will only ask you one question: will this action have any side effects on you?"
Ye Feng felt the overwhelming aura emanating from Shenqing Zhenjun.
The intense pressure was so strong that it was hard to breathe; how could anyone dare to be naughty?
He honestly stated, "Pain is the only aftereffect."
"good".
After Shenqing Zhenjun finished speaking, he turned around to face the group of disciples who were curiously watching them.
"Disciples, there is something I must tell you. Your Uncle Ye Feng has obtained a fortuitous opportunity that can directly boost his cultivation. However, this opportunity requires us all to share in the pain, a pain far exceeding that of dying with unfulfilled desires! Are you willing to share this burden?"
The voice was soft, and the tone was not forceful; anyone could tell that it was just an inquiry, not a coercion.
But the Shushan disciples who heard his words were all intrigued.
I was just lamenting that I had no chance to repay them, and now this opportunity has come!
It's just a little pain... Well, dying with your eyes wide open is definitely not a little pain, it's truly disgusting and agonizing.
However, as a swordsman, I am willing to die to repay a debt of gratitude. Why should I feel any pain?
In an instant, all the disciples stood up and responded in unison, "We are willing!"
The enormous, high-pitched, and fervent sound was so powerful that Ye Feng could clearly hear the emotions contained within it.
After the commotion subsided, Shenqing Zhenjun continued, "Your junior uncle just told me that he wants to give up this opportunity because he's afraid of pain. Do you believe him?"
After saying that, without waiting for his disciples' reply, he continued, "Whether you believe it or not, I certainly don't. I think he just thinks that the disciples of my Shu Mountain Sword Sect are afraid to endure that pain. Don't you think he's an idiot?!"
By the end, he was filled with righteous indignation, and his tone rose three octaves.
"Junior Uncle is an idiot!"
"Junior Uncle is an idiot!"
"Junior Uncle is an idiot!"
At this moment, the crowd was absolutely furious!
Ye Feng would never believe that there wasn't some ulterior motive behind those shouts.
Judging by the way he was shouting, you could even see his tonsils!
Ye Feng grumbled and cursed, but he was deeply moved.
Accustomed to the indifference of modern people, this scene of genuine emotion stirred his heart.
Since things had come to this point, Ye Feng stopped being coy.
He took out the two golden dumplings from the jade slip.
Shenqing Zhenjun and his disciples watched him intently, waiting for his next move.
Ye Feng sat down cross-legged and stuffed two dumplings into his mouth.
He chewed quickly a few times and swallowed it.
"boom!!!"
Ye Feng felt as if hundreds of atomic bombs had exploded inside his body.
It's still a combined attack on the physical body and soul.
In his soul, all the disgusting tastes he had ever eaten and never eaten in his life began to rampage.
The physical sensations are even more varied, sometimes feeling like being burned by raging fire, and other times like being frozen at absolute zero.
A while later, he experienced toothache, trigeminal neuralgia, pulverized bone fracture pain, throbbing pain, tearing pain, and other kinds of pain, making his expression extremely ferocious.
If pain is rated on a scale of 10, he feels he is experiencing at least a level 100.
He gritted his teeth, trying not to utter a sound.
However, he did not emanate his spiritual energy.
Shenqing Zhenjun landed in front of him and said in a deep voice, "As the head of the Shushan Sect, I order you to release your spiritual energy immediately! If you disobey this order within three breaths, you will be expelled from the sect!"
Ye Feng opened his eyes a crack and saw Shenqing Zhenjun's serious expression. He knew that his senior brother would definitely keep his word.
He gritted his teeth and finally gave in.
A spiritual force formed a protective shield around him.
Upon seeing this, Shenqing Zhenjun was the first to act, directly connecting his own spiritual power with the light shield.
Immediately afterward, Jian Chen, Wu Qiuyu, Qi Ye, Jue Ming, Ning Yue, Yun Xiu, Zhao Xing, Qing You... one by one, familiar and unfamiliar, those who had already arrived on the mountain and those who had just arrived, all connected their spiritual power to Ye Feng's light shield.
Even from the direction of Forbidden Mountain, several streams of spiritual energy connected to it.
Ye Feng closed his eyes and concentrated. He could feel that the intensity of the pain had decreased by about 50%.
Shenqing Zhenjun also closed his eyes and concentrated. After connecting with the spiritual energy, he felt a raging fire burning him.
Not only was his skin and flesh burning, but his soul, internal organs, blood, flesh, and bones were also being burned.
The most severe beating I've ever suffered, the most serious injury I've ever been in, has never been as intense as this pain.
I couldn't help but curse inwardly.
"Damn it! This junior brother is really good at causing trouble. If he doesn't advance to the next realm, it would be a waste of all the pain I've endured!"
Wu Qiuyu's face was ashen, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
Her pert nose was now covered with fine, glistening beads of sweat.
Her smooth, fair forehead was already damp.
She felt an extreme level of spiciness.
Although I love spicy food, it doesn't mean I like to soak in chili water!
Or should I soak it after I've been cut into a thousand pieces all over my body?
She felt as if every inch of her skin was being burned by the spiciness of the chili peppers.
While burning, it also felt like being bitten by millions of ants.
The sensation of pain, soreness, and itchiness was truly indescribable to outsiders.
"Ye Feng, you're such a pain in the neck! This isn't over until you make me ten plates of spicy diced chicken!"
Ningyue felt an extreme cold.
She felt as if she had arrived at a place where she was all alone.
It was pitch black all around, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Loneliness, despair.
Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, and the biting cold wind blew into every bone crevice.
All she wants now is to break open all the gaps in her bones so that the wind can pass through freely, and she can die more easily.
Qi Ye felt as if he had become a grain of wheat under a millstone.
The millstone was grinding against him every moment, turning his flesh, tendons, and bones into dust, but it still didn't stop.
...
Everyone's feelings are different, but what they all have in common is that at this moment, we all feel a bit like dying.
But no one regretted it, and no one severed their spiritual connection.
Jian Qingfeng felt the pain in his body, but he did not show any signs of suffering.
Instead, he used his spiritual power to observe Ye Feng's condition.
A moment later, I had the answer.
"Interesting. He takes 50% of the burden himself, while the others share it equally, but they all experience 50% of the intensity. It seems that everyone will benefit from this. It's truly a case of misfortune turning into fortune."
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