"Ouch—!" He screamed and rolled off the small sofa, curling up on the floor with his face scrunched up.
It hurts! It hurts so much!
It felt like two forces were fighting inside his body! One was the subtle coolness he had just introduced, which was slowly moving along Ling Qingxue's route;
The other was the fiery energy and blood that she herself generated, rushing headlong along Ye Meier's path.
The two forces, with different paths and seemingly conflicting attributes, collided violently in his fragile meridians, which had never undergone any cultivation!
The extreme sensation of being torn between ice and fire was mild; it felt like his intestines were tied in knots and then forcibly pulled apart, almost killing him on the spot!
"idiot!"
Ling Qingxue's expression changed.
"How can two methods be used at the same time? Will your meridians burst?" "Hey! You're too useless! You can't even handle it?" Ye Meier was also startled, but she still didn't hold back.
Zhang Shaozhong was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely and couldn't speak. He could only groan on the ground.
The two powerful figures finally realized the gravity of the problem. Their power systems were completely diametrically opposed—one was purely still, the other purely dynamic; one relied on external forces, the other cultivated internally. There was a reason why they disliked each other!
This kid, because of the contract and yesterday's inexplicable adventure, seems to have some sensitivity to both methods. As a result, practicing them together caused a direct conflict!
Ling Qingxue crouched down, a barely perceptible coolness emanating from her fingertips, and touched his forehead:
"Concentrate! Disperse your qi and blood!"
Ye Meier also pouted and suddenly slapped him on the back:
"Scatter! Scatter! Don't bump into each other!"
With the brutal "help" of the two big shots, the meager power within Zhang Shaozhong's body finally subsided.
He lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, feeling as if he had just returned from a brush with death.
"This is a ghost..."
He muttered a weak curse.
"You two... you're teaching completely opposite things! How am I supposed to train like this? Will training one ruin the other? Or should I wait until I'm stronger before trying?"
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier looked at each other again, their expressions becoming serious.
They were so focused on regaining their strength that they forgot the most basic question: Those who walk different paths cannot work together.
Their methods are fundamentally conflicting.
Zhang Shaozhong, this special "intermediary," has become the biggest problem.
Ling Qingxue pondered for a moment and said:
"Perhaps... we should first decide on our main path? And put the other path on hold for now?" Ye Meier's eyes flickered, and a thought suddenly popped into her head:
“Wait… Yin and Yang clash, but they can also complement each other… This kid’s constitution is a bit strange, maybe… um…”
She seemed to have thought of something, but didn't continue.
Zhang Shaozhong lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling, on the verge of tears.
This isn't cultivation at all!
This is clearly playing with fire!
It's the kind of low-cost, unsecured, and coach-versus-coach situation!
Future prospects? Financial prospects?
It feels like everything is dark!
Zhang Shaozhong collapsed to the ground, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted, and it took him a long time to recover.
He rubbed his aching back, grimaced, and sat back down on the sofa. Looking at the two big shots in front of him, who had very different styles and couldn't stand each other, he felt extremely worried.
"Our two ancestors..."
He spoke weakly.
"What we're saying is, can we agree on a common approach to practicing martial arts?"
You two are going east and west, my little body just can't take it!
If this happens a few more times, forget about recovering my strength; I'll have to leave first to scout the way for you!
Ling Qingxue sat upright in her chair, her face ashen. Upon hearing this, she merely glanced coldly at Ye Meier:
"Demonic cultivation methods are impatient for quick results and overdraw on one's fundamental strength, making them extremely dangerous. If one follows the orthodox methods of my Xuanmen sect, progressing step by step, although progress may be slow in this degenerate age, one will never make such a mistake."
"Yo yo yo, here we go again!"
Ye Mei'er immediately retorted, hands on her hips, her red lips pouting high.
"With your slow, 'star-absorbing...air-absorbing' method? How long would it take to gather enough spiritual energy to open a teleportation portal? By the time you, this hypocrite, recover your power, that tree outside..."
She pointed to a small, half-dead sapling in the green belt outside the window.
"They're probably all old and have lost all their leaves! Our Holy Sect's methods tap into one's own potential, and they're fast and powerful! It's just that this kid is too useless, his foundation is too weak, who can he blame?"
Zhang Shaozhong: "..." Well, it's my fault again.
He finally understood that these two advisors were just pretending; their real purpose was to use him as an excuse to attack each other.
He felt like he was just a tool, the kind of tool that could be broken at any moment.
"Um... excuse me,"
He raised his hand timidly.
"Can we talk about something practical first? For example, how exactly should we train next? We need a plan, right? If we keep training haphazardly, I'm really going to ruin myself."
Ling Qingxue pondered for a moment, then said:
"Focus on perceiving and absorbing spiritual energy. This is the foundation of all methods. Even if it is thin, it can be accumulated little by little to nourish the meridians and stabilize the soul. Once the mind is clear and the energy is abundant, then you can think of other things."
Her words sounded grand and dignified, but in reality, she was just sticking to her own path.
"What a load of rubbish!"
Night Enchantress immediately disagreed.
"Given the current situation, we need to train our bodies first! Once we've built up our strength and become stronger, we can run faster and escape quickly if we encounter trouble!"
"What if you just sit there absorbing that useless spiritual energy and someone blocks your door? Are you just going to wait to get beaten up? If you get stronger, you could even earn a few dozen yuan more a day doing manual labor!"
She really talks about "bricklaying" and "food money" all the time, she's very down-to-earth.
Zhang Shaozhong was completely bewildered.
The arguments seem to have some merit, but the conflicts are also very real.
"or……"
He tried to mix the mud and water.
"Practicing the Fairy class in the morning, and yours in the afternoon? We can stagger the times, that should avoid any conflicts, right?"
"snort."
"Oh."
The two female leaders simultaneously uttered disdainful sounds.
Ling Qingxue:
"After the blood and qi have become agitated, the mind is restless. How can one calmly sense that subtle spiritual energy? It will be in vain."
Ye Meier: "I've inhaled so much cold, stagnant air that my muscles and bones are stiff. How am I supposed to stimulate my blood and energy? It's a waste of effort!"
Alright, this road is blocked.
Zhang Shaozhong was at his wit's end, his face contorted with despair:
"What can we do? We can't just sit here like this, can we? My wallet won't stand for it!"
In the end, Ling Qingxue backed down, saying coldly, "Fine. Every morning, the spiritual energy is slightly more active; try sensing it for an hour first."
In the afternoon... let her fool around for a while longer. Remember, stop immediately if you feel unwell.
Night Enchantress proudly raised her chin:
"You're smart to know what's good for you. Kid, watch me this afternoon! I'll show you what real power is!"
Thus began Zhang Shaozhong's tragic "dual cultivation" life.
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