Every day, just as dawn breaks and the light outside the window is still dim, Zhang Shaozhong has to struggle out of his cramped and insufficient bed!
I wasn't woken up by the alarm clock, but by Ling Qingxue's icy, chilling gaze.
"It's only 5:30, sister..."
He practically floated into the living room with his eyes closed, his hair a mess like a bird's nest, and his eyelids so heavy they could hold a bucket of water.
Ling Qingxue was already seated on the sofa, dressed in plain white, her eyes as cold as a frozen lake, her voice devoid of warmth:
"Sit cross-legged, concentrate your mind, and introspectively observe yourself."
Zhang Shaozhong yawned as he sat down cross-legged, trying to draw his consciousness back into his body!
But my mind was filled with the dream I hadn't finished last night, and the aroma of fried dough sticks wafting up from the breakfast shop downstairs.
"I can't calm down..." He secretly squinted open one eye and glimpsed Ling Qingxue with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes not moving at all, like a jade sculpture beauty!
It's beautiful, but it's freezing cold.
"Your mind is not at peace."
She suddenly spoke, her voice not loud, but it startled Zhang Shaozhong.
"Shenwaichi."
Less than five minutes later, she added insult to injury with a cold remark.
Occasionally, he would be lucky enough to catch a wisp of coolness!
Like the sudden burst of cool air when you open the refrigerator door in summer, before you can even feel happy, the feeling is gone in a flash.
"He has the form but not the spirit." He could recite Ling Qingxue's words by heart. Every time, she struck with precision, beating him to a pulp.
But in the afternoon, the tone changed drastically.
Night Enchantress's teaching style was incredibly wild.
Things like "Imagine yourself as an angry bull," and "Yes! That's it! Roar it out! Make it powerful!"
"Push harder! Haven't you eaten?! Oh right, you're almost out of food, so you need to push even harder!"
The various contorted postures and rapid breathing made Zhang Shaozhong blush and feel his blood rushing to his head; he almost fainted from lack of oxygen several times.
Night Enchantress's comment was:
"Soft-legged shrimp!"
"So stupid!"
"Are your bones made of noodles?"
The most fatal thing is that the "side effects" of these two cultivation methods can interfere with each other.
I had just found a bit of peace this morning when Ye Meier made me feel hot and restless all afternoon.
The little bit of energy and blood that I had just generated in the afternoon was almost extinguished by the morning's "quiet exercise" after I woke up, and its flow became extremely sluggish.
Progress? Not entirely.
At least Zhang Shaozhong felt that his body was a bit stronger. Before, he would be panting like a dog when climbing six floors, but now when he climbs six floors... he pants like a stronger dog.
He seems to have gained a little more strength; he can lift the computer case with one hand now.
But for the two girls, this progress was almost negligible.
Their own strength recovery is even slower, so slow it's despairing.
Ling Qingxue still exuded an aura of coldness that kept strangers at bay, but even condensing a small ice flower was difficult for her; at most, she could only make the water in the cup cool down a little faster.
Ye Meier's alluring aura hasn't improved much; she can still only have a slight effect on Zhang Shaozhong, who is "bound by contract," occasionally making his heart skip a beat. She mainly relies on her looks and figure to hold on.
This slow, hopeless recovery fueled the two women's growing anger, and when instructing Zhang Shaozhong, they were full of barbs and sabotage, making it a daily routine for them to undermine each other.
That afternoon, Zhang Shaozhong, following Ye Meier's instructions, assumed a horse stance, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, attempting to break through his qi and blood barriers. Ye Meier directed him from the side.
"Yes! That's it! Can you feel that warm current? Charge over there! Don't be a coward!"
Zhang Shaozhong's face turned red from holding his breath, and he felt a tingling, numb, and swollen pain in his calves, but he just couldn't get through.
A cool, detached comment came from the side:
“Forcefully breaking through the barriers will damage the meridians and is extremely foolish. One should use Qi to gently permeate the area, and success will come naturally.”
Night Enchantress was furious:
"Shut up, you hypocrite! If you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself? All you do is stand by and make sarcastic remarks! Slowly immerse yourself? By the time he's done immersing himself, my hair will be all white!"
Ling Qingxue's lips curled into a mocking smile as she retorted without backing down:
"It's better than someone who is self-righteous, impatient for quick success, and tries to improve their strength by pulling up seedlings to help them grow, only to end up with the opposite result and destroy their foundation."
Her words were like a sharp sword, piercing the other person's vitals and instantly turning their face dark.
"Who are you calling forcing growth?!" the other person roared angrily, their voice filled with offended rage.
Ling Qingxue showed no fear. She straightened her body, stared intently at the other person, and coldly replied, "I'm talking about you, you witch!"
Annoyed by their noise, Zhang Shaozhong lost his temper and cried out as he sat down on the ground with a leg cramp.
"Look, look! It's all your fault for causing trouble!"
Night Enchantress immediately shifted the blame.
Ling Qingxue sneered: "If your cultivation method weren't so crude, how could you have lost your breath so easily?"
Zhang Shaozhong, clutching his cramped leg and wincing in pain, watched the two arguing incessantly and finally couldn't take it anymore, wailing:
"Two big shots! Two sisters! Two ancestors! Please! Stop arguing! It's my fault for being stupid! It's my fault for being useless! It's all my fault!"
If you keep arguing, forget about regaining my strength, my leg will be finished!
His shout finally brought the two women to a temporary truce.
Seeing Zhang Shaozhong's miserable state, they seemed to realize that things couldn't continue like this.
Ye Meier pouted and reluctantly tossed over a small bottle, seemingly without knowing where she had hidden it before:
"Here, it's for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Although it doesn't have much medicinal power anymore, massaging it is better than nothing."
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