What Are You Four Even Doing?!

"It was enough. Stop, young man." Song Taosheng waited a while longer. Seeing that Ning Zhuo showed no sign whatsoever of stopping, he finally spoke again and called a halt.

Ning Zhuo's thigh was a bloody mess. Reminded by Song Taosheng, he opened his eyes, blanked for a moment, and only then realized that he had already won.

Song Taosheng treated Ning Zhuo kindly as he asked for his name and cast a healing spell.

Ning Zhuo's wounds began healing rapidly at a pace visible to the naked eye.

That speed of recovery made a strange light flash through Song Taosheng's eyes. He thought, This junior's physical body has an impressive foundation!

Ning Zhuo bowed to Song Taosheng. He first expressed his thanks, then respectfully gave his name.

Song Taosheng took out three ink sticks and a jade slip.

"You are the victor of this trial. This is Bitter Ink, and this is an qi-gathering method I created myself, called the Song Tao Nourishing Qi Art. These two items are your prizes."

With a surge of magic power from Song Taosheng, the prizes floated over before Ning Zhuo.

After thanking him again, Ning Zhuo accepted them with both hands beneath the envious gazes of the crowd.

He examined the rewards in his hands.

He temporarily set aside the jade slip containing the cultivation art. It was his first time seeing Bitter Ink.

The ink sticks were not pure black, but rather a bitter brown, deep and restrained, as though they had absorbed the endless night.

They carried the faint bitter fragrance of pine and cypress.

They weighed heavily in his hand. Ning Zhuo felt that the ink sticks were as hard as darksteel.

Song Taosheng looked Ning Zhuo over from head to toe, making no attempt to hide his appreciation.