Extreme Training

In the early morning, the radiance of dawn spread across the earth, while a hazy mist still lingered deep within the Da Qingshan Mountains.

In a hollow formed by two connected peaks, lush branches swayed in the wind, their leaves rustling through the air. In this open clearing, any conflict seemed insignificant.

A series of crackling sounds, like beans popping in a pan, shattered the quiet. Accompanied by low bursts of air being torn apart, the tranquility of nature became fragmented.

In a clearing among the trees, a tall youth was bracing both feet against the ground with all his strength. His body was bent halfway over as he struggled to hold himself up, seemingly enduring some enormous pressure. The bean-popping sounds came from the hard ground beneath his feet.

More than three meters above him, a girl with dark green hair floated in midair.

Her slightly curled hair framed a pretty but still youthful face. At that moment, crystalline green light shone around her body, and the pressure bearing down on the youth came from that emerald glow.

"Meixia, keep increasing the pressure!" Mu Yang gasped, his expression resolute as he instructed Meixia.

Seeing Mu Yang drenched in sweat, Meixia hesitated for a moment before softly saying, "Senior Brother, this should be enough."

"It's fine. Increase the pressure!"

His voice remained just as firm.

"Okay!" Unable to persuade her senior brother, Meixia could only pout and raise her hand, continuing to impose pressure on Mu Yang. As a dim green radiance spread from her body, the force pressing down on Mu Yang immediately became even stronger.

Hah! The immense pressure descended, and Mu Yang's body suddenly sank. He bared his teeth, his legs trembling.

"Barely... still manageable."

Mu Yang bore the crushing force, but he still managed to withstand it.

In this era, where technology was not particularly advanced, without some practical methods, even several years of training might not produce much noticeable growth. Mu Yang had a clear understanding of his own talent. Among Earthlings, he should have been considered fairly good, but he was far from a genius. Moreover, Earthlings inherently could not compare with the powerful races of the universe in terms of potential. If he trained step by step at an unhurried pace, he would sooner or later be swept away by the tides of the era.

So, beginning a year ago, he had deliberately started training while wearing weights.

Later, after discovering that Meixia's Psychic Power was telekinesis, he came up with the idea of having her use it on him as well...

Using Psychic Power, he could similarly achieve the purpose of increasing the pressure on his body.

With the patience of dripping water wearing through stone, he steadily strengthened his body little by little.

Although the method seemed primitive to him, it was relatively reliable. After all, there were almost no shortcuts when it came to tempering the body.

As for whether a body still in its developmental stage might suffer from excessive external pressure and end up being forced to mature too quickly, he had been somewhat worried at first. But anything worth doing involved some risk. If one wanted success without taking even the slightest risk, always worrying about every possibility, where could such an easy bargain be found in this world?

Looking at the original story, Son Goku and Krillin had trained with sandbags since childhood, and it did not seem to have caused any adverse effects. Uh... now that he thought about it, Krillin did end up rather short. He did not know whether that was hereditary or whether he had been compressed during his developmental years. Could it be that Earthlings were not suited for this excessively demanding training method? In any case, Son Goku, who had Saiyan blood, did not have that problem.

Mu Yang had thought it through. He would spend some time trying it first, and if there were any adverse effects, he would stop immediately! He did not want his handsome body to end up less than one meter sixty tall!

Yet after several months, Mu Yang discovered that aside from his appetite greatly increasing, his height had been shooting up during puberty. The weights had not affected him in the slightest, which finally put his worries to rest.

After that came even more extreme training...

Huff! He let out a long breath. Feeling the soreness and swelling throughout his body, Mu Yang glanced at Meixia. Today would end here. Naturally, he understood that excess was as bad as deficiency. Treating his body as if it were made of iron would be sheer overconfidence, and he might truly end up ruining it.

So he signaled for her to stop.

Having received the signal, Meixia immediately withdrew her Psychic Power. As the dim green glow faded, her hair, which had been floating against gravity, fell back down.

Mu Yang stood where he was and regulated his breathing. Only after a while did the soreness gradually fade away.

He turned back with a smile and said to the person who had contributed the most, "You worked hard today. What reward do you want?"

Meixia smiled brightly and said in a crisp voice, "Really? Then I want Senior Brother to prepare a barbecue meal for me. I want lots and lots of delicious food."

Thinking of the golden, crispy roasted meat and the unknown seasonings sprinkled over it, Meixia felt her little stomach protesting. Her saliva practically poured from her mouth.

What a simple little girl.

Mu Yang glanced at Meixia and readily agreed.

"Fine. Senior Brother will barbecue for you himself today. I'll let you eat your fill."

"Mmm." Meixia narrowed her eyes with a smile.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Meixia's father, Aisafu, was concealed behind a stretch of forest. He quietly watched Mu Yang and Meixia train, nodding from time to time with a gratified smile. Then, with a flash, he swiftly disappeared.

A few days later, inside Tianxin Style's martial arts building, several senior members of Tianxin Style had gathered to discuss the training of their disciples.

"The medicinal herbs in storage are running low. If we do not quickly arrange for people to enter the Primeval Mountains and gather more, the children's medicinal baths will be interrupted starting next month."

The speaker was a middle-aged woman with black hair coiled atop her head, appearing to be around forty years old. She was one of the six Tianxin Style disciples from Aisafu's generation and was responsible for allocating resources within the school.

"They're already gone again?" a man beside her asked in surprise.

"With more than ten disciples using them together, how could they not be depleted quickly?" the middle-aged woman retorted, glaring at him.

The man choked on his words and awkwardly fell silent. This was what set their school apart from the others: their consumption of resources was simply too fast.

But likewise, the benefits were obvious. It allowed the disciples to build a much more solid foundation.

"Yula, how many more days can the remaining resources last?" Aisafu, as the head of Tianxin Style, asked.

The middle-aged woman named Yula opened the warehouse records and said, "If we conserve them, they can last another ten or so days. But things will become difficult afterward. In another month, more than half of our resources will be cut off."

After hearing this, Aisafu lightly tapped his fingers and said in a deep voice, "The children's training cannot be stopped. How about this? In a couple of days, Xis and Carl will have to work hard. You two will lead a team deep into the Primeval Mountains and replenish our resources." As he spoke, Aisafu looked toward Xis and Carl beside him.