Spiritual Victory Method!

Inside the Martial Arts Arena, the fellow disciple Gu Shuqi pointed at was somewhat at a loss.

He knew the disciple beside him. The other had entered the sect several months before him and was nearly strong enough to be sent out on assignment. He was no match for him.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and viciously slapped the disciple beside him.

The disciple beside him was clearly stronger and faster. As the one the instructor had singled out to be humiliated, he could have dodged.

Yet the instant he tried to evade, a terrifying aura pressed down on him, frightening him rigid where he stood. He did not dare move and could only take the slap.

Smack!

At the crisp sound, everyone watched as the man's face swiftly swelled.

"I..." The disciple who had struck him stared at his own palm, while Gu Shuqi had already appeared behind him.

"How was that? Felt great, didn't it? He's clearly stronger than you, yet he could only let you humiliate him. Did you enjoy the feeling of humiliating someone stronger?"

Gu Shuqi's words were like a demon's whisper.

Thinking back to the instant of that slap and the humiliated expression on his fellow disciple's face, the disciple nodded unconsciously.

"Did everyone see that?" Gu Shuqi said to the crowd.

"That one slap saved him at least three days of grueling cultivation. He will never forget that slap for the rest of his life."

"Because this may be the only chance in his life to humiliate someone stronger than himself. For the rest of his days, he will savor the feeling of that slap."

After saying that, Gu Shuqi walked over to the disciple who had been struck. "He felt great. What about you? How did you feel?"

"Me?" The slapped disciple was filled with shame and indignation. "Of course I don't feel great! Manager Gu, this isn't fair. I request to hit him back immediately! I, Bai Feisi, have never suffered such humiliation in my life."

Looking at the resentful Bai Feisi, Instructor Gu coldly spat out two words. "Idiot."

Under the gaze of all the disciples, Gu Shuqi said coldly:

"We martial artists must never suffer setbacks. The moment you encounter one, your heart will wear away. That is also why I am teaching you the Role-Playing Method."

"The body is a bodhi tree; the heart, a mirror stand. Polish it diligently at all times; let no dust settle upon it."

Gu Shuqi spoke earnestly. "The so-called Role-Playing Method is about constantly changing your identity and forever standing in an invincible position."

He looked at the slapped Bai Feisi. "Wasn't it just one slap? You cannot dwell on setbacks, because the more you think about them, the angrier you become. At times like this, you need to see things from another perspective. Separate your spirit from yourself. Treat the one doing the hitting as yourself, and the one being hit as the other party."

"Treat the hitter as yourself, and the one being hit as the other party?" Everyone present froze.

"If that still doesn't work, just think of it as a son hitting his father. No matter what the situation is, you absolutely cannot be in the weaker position. You must even feel that getting hit is a blessing. Others would kill for the chance to get hit, but they don't have that blessing!"

After hearing Gu Shuqi's words, the fellow who had been slapped stood there blankly, unable to recover for a long while.

The instructor's words had been nothing short of an enlightenment.

After a long time, the slapped disciple rose excitedly and cupped his hands toward the disciple who had hit him. "Thank you, junior brother, for bestowing that blow upon me. Your senior brother has understood."

"What did you understand?" the disciple who had struck him asked blankly.

"It's simple. By taking that hit, I've already won far more than you."

Bai Feisi said excitedly, "Since ancient times, it has always been the strong beating the weak, fathers beating sons. But this time, I was the father beaten by the son. This is simply unprecedented throughout history."

"So perhaps I am the first strong man in the world to be defeated by a weakling. The Divine Monarch of Great Yan who founded a dynasty before could only become number one within his own country, but I, Bai Feisi, am number one in the world. Doesn't that make me even greater than the Monarch of Great Yan?"

"You're teachable." Gu Shuqi slowly nodded at the side, approving of Bai Feisi's comprehension.

He had only just learned the Role-Playing Method, yet he could already use it so adeptly and grasp its principles so thoroughly. He was simply a genius.

Ignoring Bai Feisi, who had already walked out of his tribulation brimming with fighting spirit, Gu Shuqi looked over the entire arena. "That disciple just now demonstrated the Role-Playing Method very well."

"As long as you always cast yourself in the role of the victor, then no matter what happens, spiritually, you must move from one success to another."

"The things you encounter will only be small wins, medium wins, and big wins. Win enough, and the path of Martial Dao will lie beneath your feet."

"Thank you for your instruction, Manager Gu." All around them, Instructor Gu's words enlightened a great many Tiger Fiend Sect disciples, and they willingly cupped their hands and thanked him in unison.

As for Fang Can, when he saw that disciple wield the Spiritual Victory Method with such masterful skill, he was completely dumbfounded.

You can play it like this? Since Idealist Martial Dao can't affect the environment, it affects me instead, right?

Fang Can covered his face and looked at the delighted fellow disciples around him, unsure what to make of it all.

This Martial Dao World refreshed his worldview every single moment.

Seeing the delighted disciples and sensing their sincere gratitude, Gu Shuqi curled his lips in satisfaction.

With just a few words, he had made these people wholeheartedly submit to him. He had scored a small win as well.

In his happiness, he added a few more words:

"The Role-Playing Method not only allows you to win, but also lets you immerse yourself in an identity."

"For instance, you can have yourself play the role of a peerless genius or a great master of Martial Dao. Feel the exhilaration of inhabiting that identity from the depths of your heart. It can give you greater motivation and clearer goals."

"As the Divine Monarch of Great Yan once said, as long as one has the will, everyone can become a Martial God. In that case, why not first imagine yourself as a Martial God, or a Martial God reincarnated? Establish it for yourself spiritually first. That will also greatly help your Martial Dao."

What the hell kind of Spiritual Victory Method is this? Fang Can was completely speechless.

After giving a few more simple instructions, Gu Shuqi departed directly, leaving the disciples to stare at one another and cultivate on their own.

And once Gu Shuqi left, Bai Feisi, who had just achieved spiritual victory, looked coldly at the junior brother who had slapped him. "This senior brother's hands are itching. Junior brother, please enlighten me."

The disciple who had just been savoring that slap jumped in fright and instinctively backed away. "Senior brother, didn't you just thank me?"

"My thanking you doesn't mean I won't hit you. After you humiliated me, I humiliate you in return. That shows I do not lose heart in the face of defeat. I have won again." Bai Feisi said proudly.

Fang Can was just preparing to watch the show when he felt someone lightly tug at his collar. Turning around, he found it was the refined senior brother who had answered his question earlier.

"Junior brother, give me a slap too," the senior brother said with a smile.

"Huh?" Fang Can was dumbstruck. "Why?"

"Senior Brother Bai Feisi has taken the position of number one in the world. Please help me become number two in the world instead." The senior brother sounded somewhat unwilling to accept it.

...Is everyone in this world seriously sick in the head?