Life at the Spirit Pagoda officially began for Xu Qingjia and his two companions.
Before the faint morning light spilled into their rooms, the shouts of morning training had already shattered the silence. A nutritionally balanced breakfast followed, then a packed morning of theoretical classes: general education, Soul Master theory, and secondary profession courses. Xu Qingjia had given up on a secondary profession, leaving him more time to cultivate.
Lunch at noon was followed by an hour's rest, while the afternoon schedule was filled with combat training and physical conditioning. Besides sparring with Soul Masters, they could also enter the Primary Spirit Ascension Platform to hone their combat skills, thanks to the unparalleled resources of the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters. Physical training came afterward. Wearing high-tech weighted equipment and vital-sign monitors, they pushed every last drop of potential from their bodies while keeping the strain under precise control, striving for the best possible results without causing irreversible damage.
Fortunately, they still had more than half an hour for a medicinal bath before dinner. The warm medicinal liquid soaked into every limb and bone, easing some of their exhaustion. If they added an evening study session lasting until ten, this packed schedule would practically send him straight back to his final year of high school.
Terrifying.
Yet the growth earned through this sweat-drenched cultivation was deeply satisfying, making every bit of hardship feel more than worth it.
Across the Douluo Continent, the younger members of any major power with deep foundations followed similarly full, tightly packed cultivation routines. In organizations capable of enduring across generations, truly spoiled wastrels were actually rare. After all, even extraordinary talent was wasted without diligent polishing. Without enough strength to support them, how could they shoulder their families' burdens once they grew up?
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