Training, cultivation, cultivation, training.
Jiang Han had to admit that this week, she had lost nearly half the joy of mortal life. Still, she found ways to amuse herself amid the bitterness.
For instance, although training and cultivation almost meant the same thing, they were carried out completely differently and served different purposes.
She compared it to witch training: brutal, hellish training. Though willpower training involved no real combat, conquering fear within one's own mind was a different matter altogether.
This was not the kind of training one could complete by pulling a sack over one's head and throwing oneself into a bat cave.
Cultivation, on the other hand, was even more mysterious. Sitting in meditation beneath a great waterfall at specially maintained subzero temperatures was the most basic form of cultivation.
Later, after discovering that Sea Sirens and chubby giant cats were not afraid of the cold, it had been changed to the somewhat extreme practice of meditating in a vat of boiling oil.
This meditation was not some so-called "meditation technique," but a way of studying and regulating one's own magic. The most vivid analogy for it was "sorting wires." Sorting wires did not physically increase operational speed, but it reduced the strain of future maintenance and reconstruction, while making everything much more pleasing and comfortable to look at. That was what Jiang Han guessed cultivation was for.
Since witches were all utilitarians, there was no need to worry that meditation was useless.
Aside from cultivation, the only thing Jiang Han could call enjoyable this week was the medicinal cuisine Sophia made—delicious, tasty, and nutritious.
Priscilla's cultural lessons were also quite interesting. Miss Priscilla knew an astonishing amount about strange and mysterious incidents throughout the entire European Continent, enough to make Jiang Han suspect that the Ghost Witches