C13

Early morning, mist shrouded the area.

The sun on the eastern horizon had just poked its head out.

Within the Fifth Institute.

Qin Meng held onto a jug of wine, and said drunkenly: "If you want to become a strong Martial Cultivator, you must first have a strong body, but your body is too weak, so in the next three months, I will prepare a series of devil training for you."

On the wooden stake, Li Yi's forehead started to perspire, his entire body was faintly trembling, he clenched his teeth and remained silent.

Bang!

With a kick, a rock that was on the ground flew up directly and landed on top of Li Yi's head.

His expression was solemn. "While strengthening your body, you must also strengthen your tenacity and your willpower that is above average. This is the most basic of all Martial Cultivator s."

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, it was already noon.

The scorching sunlight scattered down, Li Yi's clothes had long since been drenched in sweat, and the stones above his head had turned from one to three.

Now, he felt that he had reached his limit. His limbs were numb, his legs were trembling, his vision was blurry, and he was unconscious.

However, for some reason, he did not fall down.

Qin Meng took a sip of the wine and said in a low voice: "This is just the beginning. Junior, if you have seen the previous training of your senior brothers, you will understand."

The reason why true geniuses were different from ordinary people was not because of how terrifying their talent was. It was because they had toughness and willpower that surpassed normal people.

In order to cultivate, they had to pay an unimaginable price. They could endure all the suffering on this path. Even in the dead of night, they continued to cultivate, never slacking off.

Three months and seven eyes.

It was a difficult task for the academy, but countless geniuses had appeared in this small courtyard, but none of them had been recorded.

Deep into the night, Qin Meng finally got Li Yi off the wooden stake.

"Take a sip." Qin Meng walked forward and opened the wine pot.

"I don't drink." He panted harshly, his limbs numb as he lay powerlessly on the ground.

"This wine can heal injuries." Qin Meng passed over the wine jug. "If your recovery ability cannot keep up, then tomorrow's training will be stopped, and if you have to stop training for one day, then you will be one day less …"

Before he could even finish his words, Li Yi snatched the flagon and started gulping down the wine.

The strong alcohol burned his heart, and like a fire dragon, it penetrated his entire body. His face gradually became hot, and his chest heaved up and down violently, as if it was about to ignite.

Hu hu!

After a few breaths of fierce struggle, Li Yi finally fell asleep.

This was the first time he drank wine, and it was so strong.

"After a thousand years, that swordsman once again opened his eyes. Who would remember his name?" Qin Meng said softly as he poured wine into his mouth. He said unclearly: "Black Swordsman!"

Immediately after, he hung up the wine jug, a longsword appearing out of nowhere in his hand. He gripped the longsword tightly and leaped forward.

"A three-foot-long sword for a pot of wine."

"One person, one round moon!"

"One sword, one period of time."

Under the thin moonlight, his person and his sword seemed to have merged into one. Sword light flashed, and there was an indescribable charm to it.

Hu hu!

Finally, after an hour, he stopped his sword dance. With a flash, the sword entered his body.

If someone were to see this scene, they would definitely be shocked speechless.

"It's time to get up." In the morning, Qin Meng walked over to Li Yi's side and kicked him down.

The latter grimaced in pain and glared furiously at him. Just as it was about to shout out, it seemed to remember something and it could only stare blankly.

Qin Meng took a sip of the wine, and said lightly: "I want you to spin these wooden piles with the fastest speed possible."

Li Yi could not help but protest, "I haven't eaten yet."

The latter bit her lips and casually took out a few buns.

Seeing that, Li Yi was enraged. Such devil training, even with his mental and physical effort, he had only allowed himself to eat a few steamed buns.

This was too much.

As Li Yi thought about this, he silently picked up those few buns and started to wolf them down.

Qin Meng narrowed his eyes: "There are three hundred wooden stakes here. If you could simultaneously make them spin, even for a single breath, your training would have stopped."

Three hundred?

Spin one breath at the same time?

Li Yi felt that Qin Meng was crazy, if not he would not have posed such a difficult problem.

"Speed is also a key factor in Martial Cultivator's decisive victory." Qin Meng raised his head: "Willpower, speed, power, these are essential elements to becoming a strong Martial Cultivator."

"Yesterday, what was training you on the wooden stake was your stamina and patience. Today, I will train your speed. Tomorrow, I will let you feel just how powerful your strength is." Qin Meng slowly walked to the side and sipped on his wine, looking extremely satisfied.

"Of course, if you didn't have the determination to become an expert, you could give up now, pack your bags, and silently leave this academy." Qin Meng said faintly.

"From the moment I entered cultivation, I had never thought of giving up." Li Yi tightly clenched his hands, took a deep breath, and rushed towards the three hundred wooden stake.

Looking at his back, Qin Meng smiled.

There was one thing he did not tell Li Yi. Even five years ago, there was not a single person who could simultaneously spin three hundred wooden stakes.

The reason why he said that, was because he hoped that Li Yi could do it, even if it meant infinitely close.

When Li Yi laid on the ground, panting, Qin Meng opened the flagon of wine.

"There are only twenty. If you want to break through the three hundred mark, you need to work even harder." Qin Meng said, he kept his wine pot and continued: "From tonight onwards, you will only have six hours to rest, and after that, you will have time to draw talismans."

Li Yi glared at him angrily: "Senior Brother Qin, do you think that I am very kind?"

Yesterday, his limbs had gone numb, and he was completely exhausted. He felt as if his soul was about to leave his body. Today, after continuously spinning the wooden stake, he had already exhausted all of his physical strength, and his limbs were extremely stiff.

He had a feeling that if he continued, he would die suddenly.

"My wine is no ordinary wine." He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Calm down now and carefully examine your internal injuries, your limbs, your hundred orifices, and the fatigue in your mind. Are you still there?"

Li Yi was stunned for a moment, and then, he carefully probed into it, and in the next moment, he was stunned.

The originally tired spiritual power had actually become saturated, and all the sleepiness and fatigue had completely vanished at this moment.

His limbs, his body, and the pain in his hands had all disappeared. In that moment, he even had an illusion, as if what he had experienced today had never happened before.

What was that wine?

Li Yi came back to reality as he stared at the wine jug on his waist.

"Stop looking, there's no effect if you drink too much." Qin Meng bit his lips, shrugged, and said: "If you don't want to rest, you can also draw talismans now."

"You can draw talismans?" Li Yi was surprised, his words meant that he knew how to draw talismans?

"Nope." Qin Meng spat out two words, he immediately lowered his eyes and said softly: "But I have seen a person drawing talismans before."