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Lin Qiubai suddenly opened his eyes, his deep pupils resembling a starry summer night.
Vaguely, two small wind dragons swirled within them.
"Thanks to the Nine Origin Creation Ruler, my mastery of the Wind Realm has reached a new level.
Originally, I had only achieved thirty percent in the Wind Realm, but now it is fully perfected at thirty percent.
With more essence extracted from the Nine Origin Creation Ruler, surpassing forty percent in spear intent is just around the corner."
Lin Qiubai murmured, a hint of surprise in his tone.
His body felt lighter, as if the two heavy mountains he had been carrying were suddenly lifted, making him feel as if he could ascend to immortality.
If it weren't for the small size of the training room, Lin Qiubai would have immediately tested how fast he could go at his current peak speed.
It would surely be astonishing.
"Continue training."
Lin Qiubai's heart stirred; training could indeed be addictive. This was no exaggeration.
Especially when one was training with an advantage.
Every moment brought a sense of progress in cultivation, making each session increasingly enjoyable!
This is akin to a merchant in the mundane world, earning ten thousand today, a hundred thousand tomorrow, and five hundred thousand the day after. They never incur losses; instead, their profits grow like a snowball, becoming larger and larger.
A successful merchant is never in a gloomy state of mind. They are full of energy, ambitious, and spend their days pondering ways to make money. Naturally, their mood becomes increasingly cheerful.
This principle applies universally.
The same goes for martial artists in their training. If a certain strong individual struggles to make progress for a hundred years, it is easy for them to become complacent and lose their drive.
For Lin Qiubai, the exhilarating experience brought by his extraordinary training is even more intense.
So thrilling that Lin Qiubai does not want to waste a single moment; he wishes he could train day and night without pause!
With this thought in mind, Lin Qiubai stops his wandering thoughts, calms his breath, and forms hand seals. The shallow golden mark emits a powerful pulling force, crazily absorbing the Cloud Mist drifting from the circular gap!
Due to the speed of the absorption, rhythmic tidal sounds gradually resonate within Lin Qiubai's body...
Lin Qiubai gasps, his body trembling as he suddenly realizes that his cultivation level is skyrocketing at a visible rate!
At the same time, Yuan Chonghuan, Zhuang Bifan, Xia Qing, and Tang Fengxue, along with three other youths, sit motionless in the Cultivation Room.
Their hands rest flat on their knees, as a mark on their chests inhales and exhales the pure Vital Energy and Cloud Mist emanating from the circular gap.
However, their movements are not as exaggerated as those of Lin Qiubai.
The outside world.
The "Upperclassman Hazing New Students" event has officially been underway for three days.
Most of the new students from Sect have already been beaten up at least once.
However, they have not lost their ability to act.
This is because the sect has rules.
During the hazing tasks, Upperclassman must control their strength and cannot go overboard. They can only inflict minor injuries on the new students.
Of course, in every battle, there are strong practitioners from the Creation Realm standing by to intervene in time to prevent any casualties.
Moreover, to avoid excessive resentment from the new students due to too much hazing, the sect has stipulated that during the first month, new students only need to accept a "challenge" from Upperclassman every three days.
In other words, after being beaten once, new students have three days to rest and recover.
However, in the second month, they will have to endure beatings every two days.
In summary, these hazings will not leave the new students disabled, but they will certainly end up with bruises and swollen faces.
As for Lin Qiubai, this year's new student, he has suffered quite a bit more than others.
He has reached the point of severe injuries.
Because of Lin Qiubai's "Counter-Strike mission," he completely disregarded the Upperclassmen.
When the news reached the Upperclassmen, it instantly ignited their anger.
They were sharpening their knives, preparing to teach this group of freshmen a lesson they wouldn't forget.
Of course, the Upperclassmen would pay special attention to Lin Qiubai, Zhuang Bifan, Yuan Chonghuan, Tang Fengxue, Xia Qing, Ye Hui, and Luan Ying, the seven troublemakers.
The consequences for these seven troublemakers were predictable; they would surely be beaten to a pulp.
Even the third-year Upperclassmen from the Sect had already declared that they would make Lin Qiubai lie in bed for ten days.
He wouldn't be able to take care of himself!
...
"Damn it, why hasn't Lin Qiubai come to face us yet?!"
As the sun began to set, an angry roar suddenly erupted among the freshmen. The roar was filled with endless resentment towards Lin Qiubai.
"Yes, these seven troublemakers are truly despicable. If it weren't for their contempt for the Upperclassmen, we wouldn't have been beaten so badly."
A freshman with a swollen lump on his head turned red from cursing.
He was filled with righteous indignation, as if those lumps were all caused by Lin Qiubai.
People are like this, they bully the weak and fear the strong.
The upperclassmen are fierce; they dare to be angry but do not dare to speak out. However, Lin Qiubai is from the same year, and he looks like a "soft persimmon," so they naturally feel bold enough to squeeze him a bit.
No matter how strong the freshmen are, can they possibly be stronger than the upperclassmen who have been training in the Holy Sect for a year?
Absolutely not!
The upperclassmen who have trained for a year possess extremely formidable combat power.
Especially those top-ranking elites, who are truly terrifying!
No one has high hopes for Lin Qiubai and his seven companions; they are all waiting for them to be beaten to a pulp, ideally to the point where they cannot take care of themselves.
Only then will the freshmen feel happy and feel that their grievances have been avenged.
"Those few clowns have no self-awareness at all. They are just resisting stubbornly, bringing humiliation upon themselves!"
Voices of criticism rose one after another.
"Why haven't these turtles shown themselves yet?!"
"Where did their initial bravado go? Did they feed it to the dogs? They wouldn't have backed down, would they? Hahaha... Even if they have backed down, they'll still get beaten!"
"Cowards, pfft!"
The new students were cursing incessantly.
...
While the new students were hurling insults at the seven troublemakers, Lin Qiubai and the others were nearing the end of their training.
The Thirty-Six Time Periods felt too short.
At least from Lin Qiubai and the others' perspective, it was far too brief, leaving them wanting more.
Zhuang Bifan was the first to step out of the Cultivation Room, disheveled and standing in the corridor, having barely broken through to the Third Layer of Yuan Dan Realm.
Following closely behind were Xia Qing, Tang Fengxue, Luan Ying, and Ye Hui. Their cultivation had all reached the mid-stage of the Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm!
Such progress was terrifying and could astonish many Saint Sect Disciples.
After a while, the jade stone door of Lin Qiubai's Cultivation Room slowly began to move.
A fierce aura filled the seventh-floor corridor.
Dressed in a white robe, with long hair flowing like a waterfall, a miniature tornado whirled around him, and his Vital Energy surged like tides.
"Lin Brother has just barely broken through to the Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm?!"
Ye Hui exclaimed in shock, finding it hard to believe.
Immediately, Ye Hui awkwardly smiled, realizing that he had underestimated the situation.
Lin Qiubai's Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm was not just a simple Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm; it was a Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm that had been repeatedly compressed and refined to its utmost limit!
"I misjudged as well. The potential of my Second Body probably can't suppress you."
Zhuang Bifan looked at Lin Qiubai seriously, forcing a smile that felt somewhat bitter. The thought that even his talent in cultivation couldn't suppress Lin Qiubai was quite a blow to him.
His heart ached.
"Where is Yuan Chonghuan?"
Lin Qiubai scanned the area and noticed that Yuan Chonghuan was the only one missing.
"I don't know. His Cultivation Room is empty; it seems he left ahead of us."
Tang Fengxue shook his head.
"He shouldn't be too far. Let's head back to our place to freshen up. After two incense sticks, let's meet at Unnamed Lake and see what this so-called Upperclassman is really like!"
Lin Qiubai smiled brightly. With his cultivation having surged so much, he was eager to find someone to test his skills against...
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