Chapter 146: Chapter 63 Training (Monthly Ticket Bonus)
Zhong Yanhan couldn’t even lift a finger, and gradually lost the qualification to speak.
She could still struggle a bit in front of Shen Pingchuan, but in front of Ye Changsheng, her struggles weren’t even allowed.
The Sword Intent was like a vast ocean, almost plunging Zhong Yanhan into despair.
Ye Changsheng, holding his sword, looked expressionlessly at the maiden lying on the ground.
Mo Baizhi had taught Ye Changsheng swordsmanship for the first time in the same way.
Using Sword Intent, she had forced Ye Changsheng to stay down on the ground.
She had given Ye Changsheng two choices.
The first was to admit defeat.
The second was to stand up on his own.
At that time, Ye Changsheng had been lying on the ground for a full twenty-four hours, and he hadn’t admitted defeat.
Later, he was so hungry his consciousness blurred, feeling like he was about to disappear.
Even so, Ye Changsheng had not yielded.
He had decided in his heart at that time that one day, he would also pin his Master down on the ground, bully her properly, and return everything, making her cry non-stop.
On the third day, Mo Baizhi had a talk with Ye Changsheng.
After listening, Ye Changsheng’s own Sword Intent emerged in his mind, and he stood up, passing his first swordsmanship lesson.
So he decided to also stimulate Zhong Yanhan’s Sword Intent.
“Is that all?”
Ye Changsheng sneered lightly.
“No way, is this what you meant when you said you wanted to learn properly?”
“…” Zhong Yanhan bit her lower lip, wanting to speak but unable to retort.
Ye Changsheng planted the standard iron sword into the soil.
“I’m going to take an afternoon nap. Xiao Han, do your best.”
Ye Changsheng stretched lazily, casually jumped onto a bamboo stalk, and leaned against it to doze off.
The bamboo forest was quiet. Zhong Yanhan lay on the ground, filled with defiance.
Ye Changsheng had already gone to take a nap, leaving his Sword Intent lingering in the standard iron sword. He looked down on her to this extent.
Yet, she still couldn’t resist that Sword Intent.
Why?
At first, she thought Ye Changsheng was very strong, but was that really the case?
Zhong Yanhan suddenly remembered Ye Changsheng’s previous words.
In this world, there were many people stronger than him.
Zhong Yanhan also realized something: there were even more people stronger than her.
She was too weak.
A small bird landed on Zhong Yanhan, chirping.
Splat.
Bird droppings fell onto Zhong Yanhan’s sword robe, stinking. She felt disgusted, wondering when she had ever endured such humiliation.
But she still couldn’t move.
Ye Changsheng had done it on purpose; he had only suppressed Zhong Yanhan with Sword Intent, not other animals.
“Slept quite well,” Ye Changsheng said as he woke up and then left.
A while later, he returned, holding a piece of fruit.
“Xiao Han, you’re not actually planning to sleep here, are you?”
“…”
“It seems so.”
“…”
Ye Changsheng began to eat an apple.
Zhong Yanhan felt like crying.
“Let me ask you a practical question, Xiao Han. Like this, how can you get revenge?”
“…!”
“Do you know how many seconds have passed since just now?”
The apple in Ye Changsheng’s hand turned into a core.
“Thirteen thousand four hundred and seventy-two seconds.
Guess how many times you could die in this period?”
Ye Changsheng began his “talk therapy.”
“Let’s put it another way. If I were your enemy, how many times could I destroy your family right in front of you?”
“…Shut up!”
In her fury, Zhong Yanhan could finally speak.
This was as expected; hatred was Zhong Yanhan’s greatest motivation.
Back then, Mo Baizhi had communicated with Ye Changsheng in the same way.
Mo Baizhi had asked Ye Changsheng, hypothetically, if she were the murderer, how many times could she destroy his hometown before his eyes?
Ye Changsheng had stood up then.
“I’ll give you two choices, Xiao Han.
First, admit defeat.
Second…”
“I won’t admit defeat!” Zhong Yanhan interrupted Ye Changsheng. (Monthly Ticket Group [World Weary Novel Transfer Station 937929266]
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“You won’t admit defeat?”
“I won’t!”
“Whether you admit defeat or not, you have to. With your current abilities, you can’t get revenge.”
“I can!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“If you don’t believe me, then I’ll… prove it to you!”
Zhong Yanhan bit her lip, her fingers curled.
A Sword Intent quietly gathered in her heart, constantly amplifying, to counter Ye Changsheng’s Sword Intent.
Her knees moved, slowly bending, and she pushed herself up.
Thump!
Halfway up, Zhong Yanhan fell down again.
But she didn’t give up, becoming even more persistent.
Second attempt.
Thump!
Third attempt.
Thump!
Fourth attempt.
Thump!
…
Zhong Yanhan’s entire body was dirty.
But she still didn’t give up.
Zhong Yanhan bent her body, forcing herself to half-stand while maintaining her Sword Intent – this was the greatest effort she could manage.
However, she had already learned to maintain her State of Mind in front of powerful cultivators.
Ye Changsheng thought she was a somewhat contradictory girl; outwardly a bit weak, but possessing unexpected tenacity.
Finally, the Sword Intent in the standard iron sword dissipated, and Zhong Yanhan felt lighter.
“Congratulations, Xiao Han, you’ve learned the first lesson,” Ye Changsheng said.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Wuwuwu…”
The taut string loosened, the pressure receded, and Zhong Yanhan, unable to control her emotions, burst into tears.
Tears streamed down her dirty face, making the sight even more comical.
“Good, good.”
Ye Changsheng placed his hand on Zhong Yanhan’s head and ruffled her hair.
The little fox’s ears were so soft.
Zhong Yanhan felt a strange, indescribable joy, making her very satisfied, feeling that her efforts were not in vain.
She had finally earned some recognition from the person in front of her.
“Changsheng, why are you bullying me so much?” Zhong Yanhan complained.
“This is how my Master taught me swordsmanship before.”
“Ah? Was this how you were educated?”
“Actually, it’s not bad. A gentle teaching method can’t help you survive on the cruel path of seeking Dao.”
“No wonder you’re so strong…”
“This is just the first step, just the beginning.”
“Just the beginning?”
“There’s harder stuff to come.”
Zhong Yanhan’s expression turned a little fearful.
“Xiao Han, are you flustered?”
Zhong Yanhan shook her head, “No… Even if it is, I can still learn more.”
Later, to replenish Zhong Yanhan, Ye Changsheng went back and made her a spirit food meal, which made her very happy.
…
In the days that followed, besides her regular training, Zhong Yanhan would come to Ye Changsheng for help with her cultivation.
Every day, Ye Changsheng would watch Zhong Yanhan struggle to stay on the ground in the bamboo forest, constantly condensing her Sword Intent to resist Ye Changsheng.
Day after day, day after day, Ye Changsheng increased the suppression of his Sword Intent.
After half a month of hard training, Zhong Yanhan’s Sword Intent had increased somewhat.
However, she was still no match for Ye Changsheng in a fight.
The twentieth day.
The standard iron sword radiated the residual Sword Intent of Ye Changsheng. Zhong Yanhan desperately tried to stay upright without falling.
Ye Changsheng, meanwhile, was playing with a Rubik’s Cube, which he had assembled himself out of boredom a while ago.
He solved it.
As Ye Changsheng scrambled the Rubik’s Cube, Zhong Yanhan spoke.
“Changsheng, can you chat with me for a bit?”
“Focus on your cultivation, don’t get distracted.”
“…Just for a while.”
Ye Changsheng looked up and saw that Zhong Yanhan was performing well today, much better than yesterday, as she wasn’t lying down, so he agreed.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“Do you… really like Lu Yue?”
