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"Spiritual level is the most elusive and immeasurable aspect of cultivation. It does not represent the strength of the cultivator but rather their level of existence. As the saying goes, there are no constant victors in battle, and water has no fixed form. In individual duels, it is not impossible for the weak to overcome the strong. However, when the difference lies not in strength but in levels of existence, victory can never be reversed to favor the weaker party."
"You can imagine the difference between a fire stick and an AK-47." Oren Vikin said, shrugging casually. His four students looked bewildered, staring at each other with wide eyes, clearly unable to grasp such a profound lesson. He had to switch to a simpler example.
Since Oren Vikin proposed to train them, Fang Lin Kong and his three companions had been coming to Ding Chifeng's private club almost every day after school for guidance from Oren Vikin.
Fang Lin Kong's progress was astonishingly rapid. Although he knew it was undoubtedly related to Gouli Heaven's Tome, he often prayed behind the scenes: "Merciful Lord! I admit I am jealous; if only I had half of Fang's cultivation speed, the Demon Hunting Team would gain another super-level expert. This world is full of unfairness!"
Compared to Chen Mingbin, Wen Yi, and Ma Jingjie, who specialized in Natural Magic, Fang Lin Kong was studying Alchemy, Natural Magic, Holy Power cultivation, Chinese Taoist arts, and curses all at once. He was particularly interested in Chinese Taoist arts; within just a month, he had already reached the fifth level of Five Elements Taoist Techniques. At this rate, completing his training within a year was not a mere fantasy. Typically, an apprentice in the Demon Hunting Team would need at least a decade to finish these foundational materials. No wonder Oren Vikin felt envious; he had worked hard for a long time to achieve his current results.
Despite Fang Lin Kong's rapid progress, the only consolation for Oren Vikin was that Fang Lin Kong's period of accelerated advancement had already passed. The energy from Gouli Heaven's Tome that had been infused into Fang Lin Kong's body had nearly been fully transformed by him. From now on, his cultivation would depend solely on his personal aptitude.
Sighing, Oren Vikin said, "Fang! Your power is strong; however, this power comes from external infusion. In terms of control, you still have a long way to go. In terms of spiritual level, you are not much stronger than Wen Yi and the others. In your future cultivation journey, you will suffer due to your current rapid progress without having experienced a solid foundation. Remember my words: training your spiritual level is even more important than training your physical strength."
Fang Lin Kong asked with confusion, "Mr. Oren, I understand the importance of controlling power; however, I still don't comprehend what spiritual level truly is. How does it differ from psychic power?"
Oren Vikin opened his left hand, and a sphere of holy light appeared in his palm as he slowly spoke: "The combat technique I use most often in the Demon Hunting Team is Psychic Bullet. Although having a Psycho Gun makes it easier for you to condense spiritual energy, even without any tools for assistance, you can still use this technique."
As he spoke, the platinum holy light in Oren Vikin's hand condensed into a pointed bullet. Suddenly appearing in his right hand was an intricately designed revolver. After loading the platinum bullet into the chamber, he continued: "The basic form of Psychic Bullet is 'psychic impact,' which combines Holy Power's Platinum Glory with Natural Magic's Flame Emblem and Air Hammer—these are all extensions of Psychic Bullet."
"The difference between psychic power and spiritual level cannot be expressed in words. Only when one's spiritual level reaches a certain point can Psychic Bullet undergo new transformations; for example, 'Soul Lock.' This allows one to target an enemy without needing visual aim by locking onto them with one's mind—a technique that can deal with exceptionally fast opponents in real combat without being confused by their movements."
Oren Vikin made no move, but Fang Lin Kong suddenly felt a tightness in his forehead, as if something had pierced through it. Instinctively sensing danger, Fang Lin Kong leaped up, performing a somersault to the wall, reaching for the window to escape, only to find a dark gun barrel pointed at him.
"Is this the Soul Lock?" Fang Lin Kong asked Oren Vikin, feeling the chill on his forehead linger.
"That's right! If I weren't your coach, I wouldn't even need to match your speed; just pulling the trigger would have ended your life right now," Oren Vikin stated calmly, discussing a topic that seemed unrelated to him. However, Fang Lin Kong was drenched in cold sweat, inwardly cursing, "Damn it! This foreign pervert is trying to scare me. Once I get stronger, I'll definitely hang him by the wrist on the Statue of Liberty for everyone to see. No! I'll charge admission—fifty dollars a ticket and make a fortune."
As these bizarre thoughts swirled in his mind, Fang Lin Kong recalled the scene when Chen Mingbin was possessed by Kazama and changed clothes openly in a specialty store, being spied on by several girls. He mused further, "It seems many girls are quite interested in muscular men; especially now that perversion has become widespread in America. With a handsome priest like Oren running around naked, the market prospects must be promising."
Oren Vikin had no mind-reading abilities and was unaware of the sordid thoughts swirling in his disciple's head. However, after a long session of lecturing, he felt quite fatigued and knew that continuing to ramble would be of no benefit. With a faint smile of resignation, Oren Vikin announced that today's training was over.
Having just undergone intense training and bombarded with information from Oren Vikin's lecture, all four of them were utterly exhausted. But as soon as Oren Vikin said they were free, Wen Yi immediately perked up, as if a new surge of energy had emerged within her.
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