Ning Yuge walked into the training ground in the early morning with his head held high and chest puffed out, full of anticipation.
"I heard from Senior Sister Shen that these disciples have good cultivation, but they lack a little fighting spirit. As long as I train them a little, they will definitely be reborn and become fierce tigers on the field." He secretly encouraged himself, and had already imagined a picture of enthusiastic training and precise tactics.
However, when his eyes fell on the training ground, his smile froze on his face.
The "atmosphere" in the training ground was completely different from what he had imagined.
"What the hell is this?!"
Captain Wen Xiu's "Buddhist" practice was beyond his imagination.
Ning Yuge widened his eyes and rushed forward.
"Wen Xiu, what are you doing?" His voice rose an octave, almost roaring.
Wen Xiu, sitting on the spiritual energy cushion, slowly opened his eyes. The spiritual tea in his hand swayed slightly, and the fragrance of tea filled the air. A gentle smile graced his face, and his voice was as soft as a spring breeze. "Good morning, Senior Brother Ning! I'm making tea. Would you like a cup?"
"Make tea?" Ning Yuge glared, her voice trembling slightly with anger. "The competition is about to start, why are you making tea?!"
Wen Xiu raised his head calmly, blew gently on the spiritual light on the tea surface, and said calmly: "Brother, brewing tea is to cultivate the mind. In things like competitions, the mentality is the most important thing. Impatience is not good."
Ning Yuge almost fainted on the spot: "The competition depends on this cup of tea, right?"
Wen Xiu nodded, his tone still gentle: "For a cultivator, the most important thing is to cultivate your mind. Victory and defeat are temporary, but friendship is eternal."
"Friendship?!" Ning Yuge felt as if his head had been blasted by a psychic cannon. "Can friendship be exchanged for spirit stones? Can friendship win me the championship in the Five Sects League? Can friendship make Senior Sister Shen praise me with a 'well done'?"
Wen Xiu pondered for a moment, took a sip of tea, and smiled slightly: "It seems not. But brother, this tea is really good, would you like a cup?"
"I'm going to hit you with a psychic punch!" Ning Yuge almost jumped up, his anger burning directly to his head.
Before he could react, he suddenly heard a crunching sound of chewing.
He turned his head and saw that the deputy captain Yuan Pangpang was squatting at the edge of the field, holding an exaggeratedly large spiritual fruit in his hand. He was biting it while looking at the spiritual energy screen floating in the air, with an extremely satisfied smile on his face.
"Fatty! What are you doing again?" Ning Yuge shouted.
Fatty Yuan didn't even look up, still holding a mouthful of spiritual fruit in his mouth, and replied vaguely, "Brother, I...kacha...was watching my idol's live broadcast. Today is their annual spiritual energy concert, super important!"
"Important?" Ning Yuge rushed over and slapped the psychic screen away, her voice cracking with anger. "You told me the competition was about to start, and you were actually watching the concert. Is it important?"
Fatty Yuan looked aggrieved as he stared at the shattered psychic screen, his heart seemingly broken. "Brother, you can't be so heartless! The psychic concert is my spiritual sustenance! Training every day is so tiring. Eating some spiritual fruit and watching the live broadcast for a while, this is the joy of cultivating immortals!"
"Fun?!" Ning Yuge pointed at him angrily, his chest heaving violently. "When we lose the game, I want to see whether you continue to eat spiritual fruits or kneel down to them!"
Fatty Yuan shrank his neck and muttered angrily, "Then... it seems that kneeling for the spiritual fruit is not impossible..."
Ning Yuge took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, but looking at the unreliable team members on the training ground, he could no longer suppress his anger. He pointed at Wen Xiu and Yuan Pangpang and roared, "Are you here to compete? A competition is a battle! A duel of psychic energy! You guys are so indifferent and lazy, you might as well go back to farming!"
Wen Xiu remained calm and composed: "Brother, farming is also good. It can help you cultivate your character."
"Yang Xing, you bastard!" Ning Yuge finally lost his patience and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Listen up! From now on, if anyone dares to slack off again, I'll let you touch my psychic cannon!"
This shout shook the entire training ground. Several slacking players nearby shuddered in fear and quickly began to pretend to stretch their muscles. Ning Yuge sneered, "I'm telling you, I came from the sect's underground spirit beast hunting grounds. Anyone who dares to slack off will know what true hellish training is like!"
Wen Xiu still maintained his smile: "Brother is truly awe-inspiring. Let's stop here today with our tea-making and spiritual cultivation."
"Make you some tea!" Ning Yuge yelled, then dragged Wen Xiu into a high-intensity psychic sprint training session. Fatty Yuan was also dragged into a simulated battle. Standing in the middle of the training ground, he pointed at a group of clueless players and shouted, "Today, your Coach Ning is online! Get ready for this nightmare!"
In the distance, Ling Ruoxi and Luo Tiangang stood under a tree and watched.
Ling Ruoxi bit the spiritual fruit and chuckled softly, "My cousin is really trying his best this time. How long do you think he can last?"
Luo Tiangang touched his chin and replied calmly: "He won't be able to hold out for a few days. But I guess his teammates can't hold out even more than him."
The training ground in the early morning should have been a scene of high morale, but in Ning Yuge's eyes, it was more like a complete farce.
In the distance, Zhang Xiyu stood before a group of disciples, waving a psychic pen with a complex tactical diagram suspended in the air. His expression was serious, as if he were explaining the key secret to saving the sect.
"According to my analysis, if we use a double-formation cross-distribution in the psychic charge, supplemented by a triangular psychic shield, then the opponent's psychic ball suppression will be completely ineffective..." Zhang Xiyu talked incessantly, with wisdom flashing in his eyes.
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