November 15.
Nearly two months had passed. Time had always flown before, but these two months had been an endless torment for Jiang Man and the others.
Climbing mountains, entering the sea, confronting packs of beasts alone.
Every one of them had experienced it.
Now, everyone looked at the pack of man-eating Demon Beasts in the sea with rather grim expressions.
Because their practical combat lesson now involved jumping in and using the Spell Arts they had learned to struggle to survive for the next incense stick's worth of time.
Because their individual strengths differed.
The Demon Beasts they provoked would differ too.
To keep the difficulty the same.
"Foundation Establishment perfection-isn't that a little excessive?"
Teacher Yan asked tentatively.
"It's fine. These Demon Beasts have average offensive power. Their defenses are just a little stronger. They're just right for training them," Ji Hao said casually.
Teacher Yan: "..."
This Inner Sect Heavenly Pride really did not treat them as outsiders, teaching them practical combat with Inner Sect methods.
They should clearly have been reaping benefits.
But when the others learned what this lesson involved, complaints poured forth.
These past two months had not been fit for human beings.
When they came, they had clearly been told they were coming to pick up bargains.
Now, their suffering was truly beyond words.
What was even more frightening was-
"I'll go first."
Jiang Man stepped forward first.
Then-
"I'll go again."
"I'll keep going."
"Let me try one more time."
Watching Jiang Man take the lead time after time, the others could neither stand nor sit comfortably.
How could they rest?
They could not rest!
Was lasting an incense stick enough?
Impossible. They had to keep taking part in the training.
And then what?
Cultivate. Cultivate nonstop.
When the time came, they