447 [Kasaya Bear: "No martial ethics, coming to deceive and sneak attack me, an animal!"]

"Whew—"

He Zhao stood at the entrance to the residential complex with his backpack on, spreading his arms as if embracing the sky and taking a deep breath of the morning air. He looked utterly relaxed. And unbelievably chuuni.

Ever since his limit had gone past sixty minutes, his daily training added up to a full three hours—one hundred and eighty minutes, a total of one thousand Rollbacks. It was easy to imagine what kind of agonizing torment he had gone through, and continuous torment at that.

At least one hundred and twenty-five days, three thousand hours of bitter training. Someone's liver really had to be insanely strong. It was practically a person growing out of a liver.

As if yesterday had replayed itself, he walked out of Shuxiang Yajuan. Everything he experienced along the way was exactly the same as before, without the slightest change.

He arrived at school, entered the classroom, and watched Don, the homeroom teacher of the Pure Cultivation Class, walk behind the podium in an odd posture, then explain the benefits of the new subject with the same words he had used before the Rollback.

After his classmates finished listening, they each gaped, wearing looks of disbelief. It was as if they had seen a golden road leading to Heaven, as if they themselves possessed tremendous potential and everything was within easy reach.

"..."

Seeing their shocked faces for the third time, along with the inexplicable confidence in their eyes, was honestly boring.

After that, the practice of the Samadhi Mudra officially began.

A shiver ran through Someone surnamed He, making his awareness clear up a little.

Sorry, but the moment anything involved the words "officially" and "began," he would immediately enter a stress reaction. For example: focus, grind-drive, willpower, and so on would instantly