Body Cultivators Need Brains Too

Although he was lying in bed, Chen Yu still could not fall asleep.

Whenever he thought of those three days that had been worse than death, he could not stop trembling.

The destructive power of Positive Emotion was truly terrifying.

No wonder one of the Constitution's traits said, "Might be a little tiring." But this was not a matter of being a little tired at all—it was tiring enough to make someone want to die.

But he had to admit, the results were genuinely good.

His weight had dropped by thirty percent in three days, yet the qi and blood within his body had not weakened in the slightest. Instead, they had become more vigorous than ever.

Much of the excess flesh around his body had vanished. His essence, vitality, and spirit had all improved by leaps and bounds.

"My Straight Punch has gone up by four points. Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound isn't part of the college entrance exam, but it helps a lot with recovery inside the body. And since I don't lack mana right now, this technique is quite useful to me. Still, something this exhausting... I really don't want to do it a second time."

Opening the Constitution interface, Chen Yu saw that his accumulated mana had risen to fourteen thousand.

He remembered that during his second cycle, his Negative Emotions and Positive Emotion had totaled twenty-five thousand. He had also had nearly ten thousand mana before that, so the extra four thousand should have been mana that had been retained.

"So twenty-five percent gets retained, while all the rest is used up. The overall efficiency is high, but it's too exhausting. It's still better to gain mana directly. I really do have to become a demonic cultivator!"

Letting out a long breath, Chen Yu reaffirmed his resolve to become a demonic cultivator, then began taking stock of this round's gains.

The caps for both positive and negative emotions had reached fifty thousand, giving Chen Yu some room to breathe.

But after staring at Positive Emotion for a while, Chen Yu discovered that even when he did nothing, it was still slowly rising. Before long, another five hundred points had accumulated.

The moment he noticed that, Chen Yu felt like he was about to freeze over.

He sprang upright and asked in bafflement, "Who's trying to harm me?! A Dreamscape this terrifying, and you people actually managed to squeeze Positive Emotion out of it? Is the cultivation world full of masochists? Do you need whips, candles, and high heels every day before you can cultivate?"

Pulling up the Dreamscape's comments, he found that the ratings there were astonishingly high as well.

[Three days of madness—felt amazing! First time I've experienced what it feels like to see little people without mushrooms.]

[Not recommended, because once you play it, you won't want to come out.]

[A favorite of the Visualization Path. Art students can play too. Afterward, you'll see another world unlike anything else. Highly recommended.]

[Heehee, this Daoist Lord has made it! You dice have all been lying to me—I'm Sun Huowang!]

[The person above, eat more Calmheart Grass.]

[To speak fairly, this Dreamscape absolutely deserves a strong recommendation. It isn't just the plot; with such limited functionality and capacity, it has nearly achieved the Dreamscape's optimal state. To prevent the distant scenery from giving the game away, the Dreamscape uses nighttime whenever possible. On one hand, that reduces the cost of the scenes; on the other, it fits the plot. There are few characters, but every one of them has distinct traits. When I saw Eldest Senior Brother being hung upside down for a sky lantern, with the fat all over his body burning for three days and three nights, I was truly convinced. In short, I highly recommend every aspiring Dreamscape creator try this Dreamscape.]

[Same here. I heard Morning Light is only a high school student, which makes it even more terrifying. High school students these days really are monsters.]

After carefully reading through the comments, Chen Yu realized this had become a massive praise session for him. Almost everyone who had played it was singing its praises.

Putting down his phone, Chen Yu did not understand.

What was going on?

Did cultivators simply think differently from ordinary people?

Was the Dreamscape you people played really the same one I made?

How were we supposed to play together in the future?

After repeatedly confirming that they were talking about A Daoist Oddity's Dreamer, Chen Yu racked his brains but still could not figure out what exactly they liked about it.

Could he torture them?

But this was no time to stare blankly. Every second, someone would thank him once, and the Positive Emotion born from that would pile up, becoming the tool that would torture him next time.

Chen Yu truly was a grinder, but grinding himself to this extent was no longer ordinary grinding. He had to use a heavy fist!

Before he could think of a solution, he heard a knock on the door.

After receiving permission, Ma Daqiang—built like a bull, fierce as a horse, and the greatest beast of burden in Senior Year 2, Class 6—strode in and said apologetically, "Brother Chen, your door was broken. I brought it in for you."

"Which time is this?" Chen Yu asked helplessly.

Ma Daqiang smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I was born with divine strength. I can't control it. Practical combat class is about to start. Teacher Zhao asked me to see whether you were going. If not, you can rest in the dorm for a while."

"I'm going. I have to go."

The physical education college entrance exam was worth one hundred points, including twenty basic scoring items such as the Straight Punch, as well as thirty points for practical combat.

Since practical combat accounted for such a huge portion of the score, combat class was also where every Third High School student could widen the gap.

Before Senior Year 2, they had always been building foundations. Senior Year 2 was when practical combat truly began, and Chen Yu had waited a long time for this day.

Although he had not managed to sleep, Chen Yu felt it was not a big problem.

With a burn of mana and the release of Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound, the exhaustion buried deep in his muscles was drawn out and washed away by the thunderous sound. He immediately became full of vigor.

The mental exhaustion could not be removed for the time being, but it was only a morning of classes. He would adapt soon enough.

Heading to the training ground with Ma Daqiang, Chen Yu stood among a group of yawning students and looked particularly conspicuous.

Teacher Zhao, standing at the front, shot the students an unhappy glance. When his gaze landed on Chen Yu, he nodded approvingly before saying sternly, "People always say Body Cultivators have no brains. Do you think that statement is right?"

The students looked at one another. After a while, a voice sounded from the corner. "It should... be right, shouldn't it?"

"Right my ass! I'm a Body Cultivator, a PE teacher, and the Math Prince. Without brains, could I have achieved what I have today? Let me tell you: Body Cultivators must have brains!"

"Then what do we need brains for?" another student asked boldly. "I think having one for decoration is enough."

"You, come out!"

The student who had been called turned pale and instinctively tried to retreat, only to be forcibly pushed out by the others.

He walked forward with a stiff upper lip. Teacher Zhao had him stand properly, then said, "I'm about to use Third-Level Entangling Hands. How will you respond?"

"Twin Winds Pouring into the Ears."

"That's right. Stand properly!"

With an angry roar, Teacher Zhao's iron hands grabbed at the student. His two hands danced into a skyful of afterimages, dense and impenetrable like a spiderweb.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the student was completely unprepared. Teacher Zhao then seized his arm and gave it a vicious shake, dislocating every bone in his body. He could only collapse limply to the ground.

Pointing at the student who could not move, Teacher Zhao roared, "See that? Your brain knew what to do, but your eyes couldn't keep up, and your body decided to slack off. In the end, all you can get is zero points. When I say you need brains, I mean your eyes, hands, and heart all need to arrive together. All right, horse stance for thirty minutes first, then we'll begin practical combat drills."

The moment they heard they had to hold horse stance, the students immediately began groaning and complaining. But they still could not overcome Teacher Zhao's tyranny. They placed two thumbtacks on the ground and shakily stepped onto them.

From time to time, Teacher Zhao would also appear and disappear like a ghost before stomping viciously on a student's feet. Any student with weak fundamentals would immediately sink down a centimeter, their face turning pale from pain.

This was also a part Chen Yu was not good at. But the moment he stepped onto the thumbtacks, a question rose in his heart.

That's it?