Tenfold Grueling Cultivation

Although Gu Shuqi had already left the Martial Arts Arena, the impact he had caused would likely not fade for a long time.

Under the sunlight, the disciples who should have begun their morning training were now each meditating in their own way.

"I am the reincarnation of the Divine Monarch of Great Yan. I am now called Zhao Guicai, and the current Monarch of Great Yan is my great-great-great-grandson."

"Though my body has weakened, I still possess unparalleled talent. As long as I work as hard as I did before, all my power will return. I will feminize everyone in the world and take them into my harem!"

Under Fang Can's indifferent gaze, someone in front of him imagined himself to be the reincarnation of the Divine Monarch of Great Yan, muttering to himself as he punched.

He slowly turned his head and looked in another direction.

There, a seventeen-year-old boy had also cast himself as the founding monarch of Great Yan, though his approach differed somewhat from the previous one.

The boy was doing push-ups with unusual excitement, chanting as he did so, "Overlord of Great Chu! Overlord of Great Chu! Overlord of Great Chu!"

In a corner, a rather oddly featured youth knelt on one knee and murmured toward an empty space, "Xiao Fang, I've already become a hall master. The Sect Master has agreed to our marriage. Just accept me... Wonderful. I knew there were feelings between us..."

In another corner, a disciple who had been beaten back by Bai Feisi clutched his cheek and said, "Bai Feisi is the strongest man in the world to get slapped by the weak. I'm the weakest man in the world to slap the strong. Hehe, I even got an extra slap out of it."

At that moment, the entire Martial Arts Arena was a chaotic spectacle, with over a thousand disciples assigning themselves all kinds of identities.

Among those identities were reincarnated experts, reborn mighty figures, peerless geniuses, emperors of nations, young men whose proposals had been accepted, slaves whipped by queens... It was practically an exhibition of performance art.

Of course, not everyone present was practicing the Role-Playing Method.

Besides Fang Can, there was also a group silently practicing martial arts.

Compared to the other disciples, they had begun experimenting years ago and had long since integrated spiritual victory into their martial paths.

After all, the Spiritual Victory Method was merely a methodology and difficult to keep secret.

Not every disciple present came from a poor family. If their families had martial artists, they had generally heard of similar methods.

Naturally, they would not hide such things from their children. From the very beginning, these well-off disciples had already been spiritually winning for several more years than ordinary disciples.

Unaware of this, Fang Can quietly moved away from the crazed crowd and continued practicing Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens with meticulous precision.

In the distance, Yang Lie and Gu Shuqi watched the scene in the arena and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad. This batch of disciples is quite promising. Perhaps one of their peers will emerge from among them within twenty years."

"Manager Gu, although the Spiritual Victory Method has excellent effects in its early stages, isn't it too aggressive?" Yang Lie asked respectfully.

Of course, he knew this method as well. There were naturally reasons why he had not taught it to the disciples.

Based on his observations over the years as an instructor, the Role-Playing Method did indeed bring tremendous progress in martial training during the early stages. However, nearly everyone would get stuck at the final ultimate leap of the Mortal Shedding Stage.

In recent years, the Tiger Fiend Sect had wanted to move closer to the Righteous Path and undergo an industrial transformation.

Thus, he had stopped teaching this method to disciples years ago, and other unorthodox methods were no longer used either. Yet Gu Shuqi had unexpectedly brought it up this time.

"Let them get through the early stages first. We can think about the later stages afterward."

Gu Shuqi's smile turned cold. "The neighboring Shape-Shifting Sect has been having frequent conflicts with us recently. Before long, this batch may all be sent out to garrison posts. Wouldn't it be better to improve them as much as possible while we can?"

"Manager Gu is right." Instructor Yang cupped his hands in acknowledgment.

"And besides... I've been drenched in the rain. How can I let these people carry umbrellas?" Gu Shuqi harbored a deep resentment.

When he had been young and ignorant, he too had been tricked by a senior who had returned to the sect into practicing the Role-Playing Method. As a result, his mind had never achieved completion, leaving him stuck at his current stage for years. This could be considered a cycle coming full circle.

"Oh, right." Gu Shuqi turned to Yang Lie, narrowing his eyes slightly. I remember that guy was invited back to give a lecture by this old bastard too. And now he's pretending to be a good person in front of me.

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips rose slightly. "Instructor Yang."

Yang Lie felt a chill run down his back and respectfully said, "Please give your orders, Manager Gu."

"The Tiger Fiend Sect is in need of talent right now. The Sect Master has spoken: extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. In that case, let the cafeteria side dishes follow the old recipes."

As he spoke, Gu Shuqi looked dazed. "It has been years since I last tasted Divine Enlightenment Soup. I rather miss that feeling."

By the time Gu Shuqi finished speaking, Yang Lie's back was already drenched in cold sweat. Still, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will obey Manager Gu's orders."

"I'm hungry again."

At noon, Fang Can clutched his stomach and spat out the arsenic in his mouth.

As the Genius State faded, he could feel hunger savagely gnawing at his body.

The higher one's cultivation efficiency, the more energy one consumed—and the faster one became hungry.

The panel showed everything, proving the effort he had put in during this period.

Name: Fang Can

Body: 1.3

Spirit: 1.3

Qi: 1.2

Description Bar:

You completed one full circulation of Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens. Experience +78. Technique advanced to Level 2. Alienation speed increased by 10%.

Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens Level 2: 64/2000

Flesh Alienation: 0.0953%

"Being in a cheat state really is great. With absurd comprehension, my technique is improving sixty or seventy times faster than an ordinary person's." Fang Can smiled as he clutched his hunger-dizzy head.

In just one hour, his Body and Spirit had each increased by an average of 0.1, while his Qi had risen by as much as 0.2.

The only bad thing was that his alienation progress was a little lacking—merely more than ten times faster than that of an ordinary person.

After all, according to the information he had gathered from his fellow disciples, this alienation process required elevating one's mortal body and incorporating one's will into it. It was the sort of work that required slow, steady grinding.

Moreover, most people's alienation progressed far faster than their techniques improved. They had never suffered from his particular problem.

"At this rate of alienation, it'll take me ten years to fill it to 100%."

At that thought, sorrow welled up from the depths of Fang Can's heart as he walked toward the cafeteria.

"Even if I train hard for an hour every day in the Genius State, I can only widen the gap between myself and those ordinary fools by tenfold? There must be another way to speed it up!"

With that thought, Fang Can arrived at the cafeteria.

Just as he was about to order a serving of stir-fried pork and flat beans with rice like he had yesterday, the cafeteria lady took the initiative, a simple smile on her face.

"Handsome, would you like a bowl of Divine Enlightenment Soup?"