Fatty Yuan pursed his lips and didn't refute. He felt like vomiting just hearing the word "spiritual fruit".
Zhang Xiyu was even more impressive. He remained silent the entire time, his gaze fixed on every psychic trap on the training ground, as if he had some deep grudge against them.
Ning Yuge was quite satisfied with his performance: "Zhang Xiyu, can you stop spouting those useless tactical theories?"
Zhang Xiyu replied without even looking up, "Theory can be rebuilt, but if you lose your life, everything is gone."
In the distance, Ling Ruoxi leaned against a tree trunk, watching all this leisurely. She smiled softly, "Cousin, have you finally trained them to this point? They look like they're going crazy, but they're actually quite interesting."
Luo Tiangang stood aside, his eyes calm: "Their eyes have changed. They used to be afraid, but now they are fierce."
"That's progress, isn't it?" Ling Ruoxi smiled, then glanced at Ning Yuge. "However, my cousin's method is a bit scary. Is he driving himself crazy?"
Luo Tiangang shook his head: "He has been crazy for a long time, but his crazy logic is useful."
The two looked at each other and laughed softly at the same time.
Ning Yuge stood at the front of the group, arms folded across his chest, his gaze sweeping over each face. His voice was cold and oppressive: "Now, you finally look a bit like cultivators. Cultivating immortality isn't about drinking tea and admiring the moon, but about constantly pushing your limits. You were just a bunch of trash before, and now—"
He paused, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Now you're just not so useless."
The team members lowered their heads, not a single one protesting. Whatever complaints they harbored, they had long since been silenced by the hellish training these past few days. But their eyes had lost their initial timidity, now tinged with a hardness that was impossible to ignore.
Ning Yuge nodded, and said in a slightly slower tone: "Continue tomorrow. I hope you can maintain the state you were in today."
The team members didn't answer, but simply dragged their exhausted bodies away. Ning Yuge looked at their backs, feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment. "In a few days, this bunch of useless people will be completely transformed. Senior Sister Shen will definitely be proud of my efforts."
At night, the mountain wind howled. Ning Yuge stood on the top of the mountain, gazing at the moonlit training ground with a satisfied smile. Behind him, Ling Ruoxi and Luo Tiangang slowly approached.
"Cousin, do you think Senior Sister Shen will really be proud of you?" Ling Ruoxi asked with a teasing look in her eyes.
"She will." Ning Yuge said firmly, "This bunch of trash will impress the entire sect in the competition."
Luo Tiangang added calmly: "If they are not crazy."
Ling Ruoxi chuckled: "If you weren't crazy."
At this time, in the tent on the training ground, the team members were lying on their beds, groaning weakly.
Wen Xiu murmured softly: "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely not cultivate immortality..."
Fatty Yuan turned over and said, "I will never eat spiritual fruits again, really..."
Zhang Xiyu held the psychic pen, closed her eyes, and muttered to herself, "Theory can be rebuilt... If life is gone, everything is gone..."
In the desolate mountains, the night wind howled, and screams and whispers intertwined, as if telling the story of the most bizarre transformation process in the world of immortal cultivation.
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