Chapter 28: The Tyrannical Supervisor

  "The four of you can stay here for now, and tomorrow morning, I will personally report to the king. As for this matter, after the king makes a decision, we will begin immediately." Tie Butian said with a smile, his demeanor suddenly changing from one of testing swords to being gentle, soft, and easy-going, making people feel like they were basking in the warmth of spring.

  He doesn't even need to use any special means to win people's hearts, but such ordinariness will make people involuntarily feel like they would die for him!

  "It is." Bao Kuang Lei's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but raise his evaluation of this Iron Cloud Crown Prince by another level. This crown prince, although young in age, was not simple at all! In his entire life, regardless of old or young, there wasn't a single person who could compare to this one!

  No wonder he was hailed as the greatest young genius of all time, the only one born to be a king!

  Before meeting Tie Butian, Bao Kuang Lei had always been dismissive of the notion: what innate kings are there in this world? It's just that they have a good birth, receive better education than ordinary people, and study imperial techniques from an early age, accumulating prestige over time.

  Is it that rare for someone to be a genius in this world?

  But at this moment, he believed. The elegance in his bones, the majesty in his soul, and the royal demeanor that naturally flowed out of his every move, made even a fierce and wild Jianghu figure like Bao Kuang Lei tremble with fear!

  At this moment, Tianwai Building's Zizhu Garden is in a state of great prosperity.

  Tianwai Building, early morning.

  Tan Tang lay on the ground in a "T" shape, panting heavily and rolling his eyes, shouting: "Chu... Chu Yang, I admit you're more handsome than me, okay? You've been too cruel these past few days... Hurry up and work me to death..."

  These days, Chu Yang would drag Tan Tang along to practice his skills whenever he got up. Tan Tang was exhausted every time and after a few days, he had reached the point where he would shudder with fear at the mere sight of Chu Yang.

  Chu Yang always grasped it accurately, and he knew exactly how much time Tan Tang needed to reach his physical limit. After each practice session, he made sure that Tan Tang couldn't get up on his own strength, but without harming his body.

  Tan Tang now sees him as if he has seen a ghost every time. At first, he was still boasting and self-loving, but now he doesn't even have time for self-love...

  Chu Yang took a deep breath, stood up and ended his meditation. In these twenty days, he hadn't relaxed his training at all. Currently, he had already elevated his cultivation to the 9th rank of Martial Disciple. He was just one step away from entering the ranks of Martial Artist.

  Feeling the changes within his body, Chu Yang smiled slightly. Only by entering the ranks of a warrior could he truly begin to temper his body.

  Before a warrior, if one forcibly tempers the body's intensity, whether it be muscles and bones or internal organs, they will all suffer intense destruction due to excessive tempering!

  This principle, in the present day's lower three days, should still be a misunderstanding. Therefore, in the lower three days, there is a saying: "Literary works last for a thousand autumns, martial arts rest after sixty years." This refers to the fact that people who practice martial arts do not live beyond the age of sixty.

  Although this sentence has some meaning of respecting literature and suppressing martial arts, the saying that Jiazi is at rest also has some arbitrariness. However, every year there are not a few martial artists who practice hard to quickly improve their realm, but excessive labor and physical exhaustion make their bodies unbearable. At that time, their realm was improved, but by the time they reached around 50 years old, this flaw would be exposed. Once it is revealed, the body has basically been destroyed and can no longer recover...

  The greatest harm to the body for a martial artist is during the foundational training period.

  It's just one step away. And the practice condition of Jiuzhong Tian Shen Gong in Jiuzhong Sword is actually a warrior! In fact, not only Jiuzhong Sword, but also some exercises in Zhong San Tian, are clearly written on the cover: No cultivation is allowed below the warrior!

  In the dantian, a slight movement occurred. The new yuanqi that Chuyang had painstakingly cultivated for an entire afternoon was swallowed by the Jiuxing Sword and then spat out after a while. Although the quantity was much less, it was extremely refined.

  Such primordial energy, although still inferior to innate primordial energy, is much more refined and condensed than innate primordial energy, and is even more different from ordinary acquired true energy.

  These days, every step forward would make the Nine Tribulations Sword in his body move inexplicably. After a long time, Chu Yang had already gotten used to it.

  A purple crystal jade pendant hung around his neck, quietly and unresponsive. Chu Yang was speechless about this purple crystal jade. The first time he used it to recover his energy, the Nine Tribulations Sword Soul in his dantian suddenly surged up violently, cutting off his connection before he could even enjoy it.

  Chu Yang tried several times, but was cut off by the Nine Tribulations Sword Soul every time. It was clear that he wanted him to rely on his own strength to cultivate and absolutely not allow him to borrow external forces!

  However, when he used it to recover his strength against the enemy, Jiuxing Jianhun didn't care. Just like when he fought Qu Ping and recovered once, Jiuxing Jianhun had no reaction at all. However, after the battle was over, he wouldn't let him use it...

  Encountering such an iron-faced and ruthless supervisor, Chuyang could only submit. He extinguished the idea of using the purple crystal jade marrow in his heart during cultivation.

  Turning his head to look at Tan Tang's disheveled appearance, Chu Yang almost burst out laughing. He helplessly said, "Alright, you take a rest now."

  Tan Tang was so moved by these words that he almost burst into tears of gratitude. With great difficulty, he crawled to the side and let out a comfortable sigh.

  In the field, Chu Yang continued to practice his sword drawing and sheathing, simple and dull movements, but each time Chu Yang did it with the greatest enthusiasm, fully focused.

  The eastern sun slowly rises, the top of Chu Yang's head and body are steaming with heat, sweat drops from his forehead, drop by drop falling to the ground, shattering into powder.

  Tan Tang finally recovered, but as he watched Chu Yang's movements, he slowly became mesmerized. Chu Yang had been repeating the same movement over and over again, but after hundreds of times, Tan Tang discovered that each time Chu Yang performed this action, it was actually different!

  It seems he has been adjusting. From the initial somewhat awkward look to the later increasingly smooth one, until finally forming a light screen.

  Out of the scabbard, out of the sword, back to the sword, into the scabbard. The continuous cycle repeated, and the sound gradually became smaller. Although not obvious, it was indeed a little lower.

  "Chu Yang, your arm is swollen!" Tan Tang looked at it for half a day, was just admiring, suddenly discovered that Chu Yang's elbow and shoulder connection place some abnormal thickening, couldn't help but shouted out.

  Chu Yang's face remained still and expressionless, his voice calm as he said, "Is it swollen? It will dissipate with practice. Tan Tang, if you wait for the swelling to subside on its own, everything will be too late. But once you get used to this kind of strength, this kind of swelling will subside on its own. When the swelling subsides, that's when you'll make progress!"

  "Hmm..." Tan Tang was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling a wave of shame. Trying to see that he had recovered quite a bit of energy, he stood up again and started practicing.

  Meng Chaoran stood quietly in the purple bamboo forest, watching the two fellow disciples practicing, a hint of comfort on his lips.

  The sound coming from the room was Shi Qianshan's painful moans. He had been lying in bed for twenty days. Qu Ping and others had dealt a ruthless blow, directly breaking Shi Qianshan's ribs and thigh bone that day.

  At least three months later, Shi Qianshan didn't even think about practicing. Within half a year, he couldn't move his arms. But after half a year, the Tianwai Building disciple ranking competition had almost come to an end.

  This injury is equivalent to destroying Shi Qianshan's future in Tianwai Building!

  Physical torture is never as painful as the wounds in one's heart. That's why Shi Qianshan was so resentful. What's even stranger is that he didn't hate the person who had hurt him, but instead hated Chu Yang the most. In Shi Qianshan's mind, if it weren't for Chu Yang, he would have definitely risen to greatness!

  Only after finishing this chapter did I realize it was a bit long. It's actually been that long already.

  Can I have a few tickets?