In the early morning, Ling Ruoxi walked briskly on the sect's path, a carefree smile on her face. As she was leisurely thinking about those "hell disciples" on the barren mountain, she ran into Shen Qingwan.
"Junior Sister Ruoxi, how have you been doing with your cousin recently?" Shen Qingwan spoke as if the breeze was caressing her face, her voice soft and kind.
When Ling Ruoxi heard the word "cousin", her eyes suddenly lit up and she smiled playfully: "Sister Shen, you're still asking, my cousin has been very busy lately, torturing... uh, training those team members every day. Are you asking him for help?"
Shen Qingwan nodded slightly, her tone apologetic: "Yes, they were too lazy before. I think Junior Brother Ning has many ways to help them cheer up."
Ling Ruoxi tutted twice and shook her head with a look of regret: "Senior Sister Shen, you really overestimated my cousin's patience. But do you know what his current 'method' is?"
"What method?" Shen Qingwan asked with a little confusion.
Ling Ruoxi suddenly became excited, deliberately lowering her voice and pretending to be serious, "Let me tell you, my cousin drove that group of people to the barren mountains, and tortured them every day with psychic traps, sand crawling, and night raids, making their lives worse than death. The scene was horrific! Some people even gave up spiritual fruits. All they did all day was cry, shout, and run away."
Shen Qingwan's brows gradually furrowed: "Really? He really uses this method?"
Ling Ruoxi exaggerated the description while secretly laughing: "Senior Sister Shen, you don't know, I went to see yesterday, one of the team members was electrocuted and rolled on the ground, crying and shouting that he wanted to go home to cultivate the spiritual fields. I think if they continue like this, they will either go crazy or disperse."
Shen Qingwan's expression gradually grew serious. "Junior Sister Ruoxi, why didn't you tell me about this earlier? This training method is too extreme. What if those disciples are injured physically or mentally?"
Ling Ruoxi spread her hands and smiled innocently, "My cousin said this is his 'way to immortality', so I can't interfere. But do you want to go and see it? I'll take you there, and I guarantee you'll be so angry after seeing it that you'll hang my cousin up."
Shen Qingwan sighed, her eyes firm: "Okay, let's go now."
At the foot of the barren mountain, the cold wind was blowing. Before Shen Qingwan and Ling Ruoxi even approached the training ground, they were attracted by a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ahhh! Senior Brother, please spare my life! I don't want to cultivate immortality anymore!"
"Help! This is inhumane!"
"I'm not even as good as a pig, how can I become an immortal? Let me go home and farm!"
Shen Qingwan was so frightened by the ghostly howling sound that she stopped in her tracks, and the worry on her face deepened.
"Senior Sister Shen, isn't this scene shocking?" Ling Ruoxi smiled and rolled up her sleeves, saying, "Come on, let's get closer. I guarantee you'll see something even more 'exciting'."
The two walked to the edge of the training ground, only to find it in a shambles. A group of disciples were crawling on the spiritual energy sand, carrying heavy bags of spiritual stones. Mud and sweat mixed with their clothes and faces. Each one had a look of despair, as if there was no hope left in their eyes.
One disciple tried to slack off, tiptoeing behind a boulder to catch his breath. However, Ning Yuge had anticipated this situation and activated the psychic trap with pinpoint accuracy the next second. A burst of psychic electricity erupted with a snap, sending the disciple flying several meters away.
"Ahhh!" The disciple rolled on the ground several times, then climbed up crying, his whole body shaking like sieve chaff: "I really don't want to practice anymore! I'm going home to cultivate spiritual fields. Isn't it fragrant to cultivate spiritual fields?"
Shen Qingwan was stunned and speechless for a moment. She turned to look at Ling Ruoxi, her eyes full of questions and anger.
"Senior Sister Shen, I've already told you everything," Ling Ruoxi said, looking pleased with herself as she suppressed her laughter. "My cousin said this is his 'way to immortality,' which is to destroy the dream of immortality first and then rebuild his will."
Shen Qingwan took a deep breath and walked quickly to the center of the training ground. Ning Yuge was standing on a plateau, his arms folded across his chest, his face stern. His gaze swept over the team members, and he kept scolding them loudly: "Why are you crying? You can't even bear this little hardship? Cultivating immortals? Are you worthy?"
Shen Qingwan stood at the edge of the field, clenched her hands, took a deep breath, and her eyes passed through the misty fog and fell on Ning Yuge who was standing high on the boulder.
On the boulder, Ning Yuge folded his arms across his chest, his expression stern, like a cold-blooded general on the battlefield. He looked down at the players on the field, occasionally bursting into shrill shouts: "Speed up! You can't even carry this little weight? Are you pigs? No, even pigs are stronger than you!"
Shen Qingwan quickly stepped forward, looked up and asked, "Junior Brother Ning, is this your training method?"
Ning Yuge lowered her head and met her gaze, a smile that made people angry and helpless appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Senior Sister Shen, this is not an ordinary training, but the beginning of a miracle."
"A miracle?" Shen Qingwan frowned, her tone filled with suppressed anger. "All I saw was a group of disciples on the verge of collapse. Junior brother, these children's bodies and minds have reached their limits. If this continues, they may not even make it to the competition."
Ning Yuge waved his hand nonchalantly, as if shooing away an irrelevant fly. His tone was calm, yet it radiated undeniable confidence: "Senior Sister, you're only seeing the surface. You know better than I do how lazy and weak they were before. If we don't put pressure on them, they'll never be able to break through."
"But your methods are too extreme!" Shen Qingwan couldn't help but raise her voice, staring at Ning Yuge with a burning gaze. "The path to immortality is about tempering, but it also requires gradual progress. If you keep destroying them, what will happen to their future? Can you bear this responsibility?"
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