Today, nearly an hour had passed since Shen hour began.
The setting sun had begun to slant across the land. Though it was still high above the horizon, it was no longer as scorching as before. Thus, the cloud-and-mist formation above Lin Manor had been partially withdrawn, allowing the little courtyards and the spiritual plants and immortal herbs within them to be dyed in a warm glow.
But that was not important. What mattered was this: for more than half a month now, Lin Daiyu, Tanchun, Zijuan, and Xueyan had been undergoing Tibbers's special training. And that so-called "special training" consisted of being tormented, slaughtered, and eaten in endlessly inventive ways inside projection artifacts where no one could truly die.
Yes, "eaten"!
As in being viciously chewed inside a gaping maw, or simply swallowed whole.
In short!
Although this half month of special training had greatly improved every aspect of Lin Daiyu, Tanchun, Zijuan, and Xueyan's abilities, including their combat experience, each of them had also been forcibly eaten alive at least a hundred times on average!
And beyond that, they had each been accidentally beaten to death, flattened, or burned to ashes in battle no fewer than a hundred times.
Thus, after so many days, all four of them had gradually reached their breaking point. They were almost unable to keep going.
Fortunately, Tibbers only trained them for around seven or eight shichen each day—from after midnight until Shen hour the next day. Once their troublesome little girl immortal master woke up and went out to play wildly, they could finally rest for a while.
And sure enough?
Today, halfway through Shen hour, that troublesome little girl immortal finally recalled her terrifying demon bear plushie, Tibbers. Lin Daiyu and the other three finally breathed a sigh of relief, gaining