Xiao Mingyuan stroked his chin, and it seemed to make sense.
Qinglong Mountain always acted arrogantly during competitions, which was really unbearable. In the cultivation world, any disciple with a bit of talent was arrogant, and they also couldn't stand the group of money-grubbing Hongmeng Mountain disciples.
Let's get right to it.
Xiao Mingyuan and the others first went to Lu Yunyu to ask for pills. They spent a lot of time persuading him. The pills could save their lives if they encountered a ferocious beast in the secret realm, and even, to put it another way, could be used to cheat in a competition.
Lu Yunyu himself was reluctant to use it, intending to take it only in an emergency. It's ridiculous that his two junior brothers would ask for it so readily!
Even he himself couldn't bear to part with it.
However, it would be a waste to give that good-for-nothing the chance to vent their anger.
Although Lu Yunyu also disliked Lou Yu, he would not go along with Xiao Mingyuan when it came to his own interests.
"No, if you want to vent your anger, just drag him out and beat him up. Don't bother me here!"
Seeing that Lu Yunyu was angry, Xiao Mingyuan was unwilling to give up so easily.
He turned to find his master.
Master has always disliked Lou Yu, so it's not impossible that he might give him another growth-boosting pill.
Nan Yu was meditating on the lotus platform. You know what, you know what, you really have to admit, the meridian filtering in the cultivation world is so comfortable.
My whole body feels numb.
There is only one path leading to the Lotus Pavilion. The little lamp wick has set up a barrier, and it will remind him if anyone comes in. After finishing his meditation, his legs are still crossed on the Lotus Pavilion. Xiao Mingyuan and the others came over and first bowed.
"Master."
Chen Heng, the junior brother who gave Xiao Mingyuan the advice, also called out, "Master."
Nan Yu hummed in agreement, completely undermining his master's authority.
Chen Heng asked impatiently, "Master, could you please give us a Spiritual Power Boosting Pill?"
Nan Yu asked, puzzled, "What do you need it for?"
Chen Heng said "Oh," and prepared to say, "It's for..."
Xiao Mingyuan interrupted, indignantly saying:
"We'll be entering the secret realm again in three months, Master. Every time, Hongmeng Mountain is last place. I'm trying to use pills to get a few more points. And there's Junior Brother Lou Yu. He didn't participate in this month's test, which caused us to lose ten points for attitude. He Yun from Qinglong Mountain made fun of us the whole time, saying that you're a bad teacher and that the disciples you've taught are like a pile of loose sand. It's one thing to insult us, Master, but how dare they insult you! I can't swallow this!"
The boy embellished the story, saying that He Yun had indeed spoken harshly to them, including mocking their lack of personnel, but the claim that they were a disorganized mess was something he made up himself.
When Xiaodengxin heard them mention Lou Yu, he frowned slightly and asked, "Who told him to go to the foot of the mountain to chop firewood?"
Xiao Mingyuan's lowered eyes darted around, and he answered:
“It was him, Master. You know, Junior Brother Lou Yu was eager to climb the social ladder and thought our Hongmeng Mountain was too low-class. He insisted on chopping wood as the exam approached, so Senior Brother made him go to the foot of the mountain in a fit of anger.”
Although their master disliked useless people, he was, after all, the lord of a mountain, so they couldn't be too open about targeting Lou Yu.
The master always knew what was going on. When it came to Lou Yu, things were uncertain, but when it came to bullying a good-for-nothing, the master and disciples were of one mind.
Nan Yu listened to their evaluation of Lou Yu and remained silent for a moment.
Seeing that his master was not speaking, Xiao Mingyuan did not continue.
Next, we just have to wait for Master to give his instructions.
They thought their master would collude with them as before.
"Indeed, it's like a plate of loose sand."
As soon as Nan Yu finished speaking, not only Xiao Mingyuan's eyes widened, but the other disciples did too. Everyone knew that the Jade Venerable of Hongmeng Mountain hated hearing disobedient words the most.
Now, as they made fun of themselves, Xiao Mingyuan and Chen Heng exchanged glances, their eyes filled with undisguised shock.
The words that followed from the little lamp wick were an even bigger blow to them.
"From today onwards, everyone must put away their laziness and swing their swords 100,000 times a day. They must also meditate for 180 hours a month. Anyone who dares to disobey will be expelled from the sect immediately!"
The powerful cultivators used magic to transmit their voices from their chests. It wasn't like shouting; it wasn't loud, but it was still very intimidating.
Xiao Mingyuan and the others were dumbfounded.
They looked at each other, both seeing the panic in each other's eyes.
The disciples of Bodhi Academy have always been lazy.
Those who get in through quota allocation can be more diligent.
Most of them just get a title; as long as they have money, their lives are still the same as those down in the mountains.
Let alone 100,000 sword swings, even 10,000 swings would be a feat rarely accomplished by anyone in Hongmeng Mountain's 3,000 outer disciples and 30 inner disciples.
Some of the teachers at Bodhi Academy left in anger, while others stayed because of the high salaries. The students didn't study hard, and the peak master didn't care. The teachers were caught in the middle and suffered a lot, so they simply gave up. When they encountered a few diligent students, they would give them private tutoring.
"Master, Master..." Xiao Mingyuan stammered.
"If there's nothing else, then retreat."
One sentence silenced them, leaving them speechless and unable to speak. They dared not mention any surging pills, completely bewildered, wielding their swords 100,000 times a day...
One must meditate for 180 hours a month.
It took a full two weeks.
They are still in a state of not sleeping, not eating, and not resting.
You should maintain a sleep duration of three hours.
That means there are only three hours left to wield the sword.
How can 100,000 equal three hours?
≠6h.
Even among the disciples of Qinglong Mountain, few could achieve this.
They all look listless.
Chen Heng went outside and complained, "Senior brother, what nonsense were you spouting in front of Master? Did they even say those things? Now look what's happened! We have to swing our swords 100,000 times a day and meditate too. Even a donkey couldn't work that hard!"
Xiao Mingyuan also had a long face, and he tightened his grip on his sword. He was puzzled. What was wrong with his master?
Why don't you just go along with what he's saying?
Lou Yu was not punished.
It was just a comment he exaggerated.
The entire Bodhi Academy has to get up early and go to bed late...
Xiao Mingyuan suddenly shivered. If those spoiled brats found out that he was the reason for this, he would probably be isolated from them in the future.
Chen Heng, who had always been his lackey, warned him not to talk nonsense outside. Chen Heng shook his head, "I wouldn't dare to talk nonsense, senior brother."
Xiao Mingyuan glared at the other disciples and scolded them, "Keep your mouths shut about what happened today! If you leak even a single word, I'll write you a letter and make your whole family pay!"
No one dared to offend Xiao Mingyuan. He was the eldest son of the Right Chancellor of the current dynasty and was greatly favored at home. In Qingxuan Sect, especially Hongmeng Mountain, he was a top-tier prodigy.
Although he wasn't afraid of it being exposed.
But he didn't want people to talk behind his back because of it.
Xiao Mingyuan is proud and can't stand any criticism or isolation.
Starting today.
Hongmeng Mountain has undergone a dramatic transformation. Early in the morning, one could hear the disciples chanting "he! ha! he! ha!" in unison.
When you're just starting out, many people use peach wood swords.
The sect will only give you a real sword once you have a certain foundation.
For the first hour, everyone could still endure it.
In the second hour, he felt restless and unbearable.
By the third hour, he couldn't even lift his arms, and his overall momentum had weakened considerably.
Looking at the vast expanse of white, Nan Yu couldn't help but marvel at how large Hongmeng Mountain truly was; even with three thousand disciples practicing swordsmanship in the plaza simultaneously, there was still room to spare.
I searched around.
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