In the most dignified building within the enormous Assassin Family Manor, Mo Tu had just finished processing the last piece of documents. The construction of Tianjing was related to the future of the Assassin Family. Not only that, if the Assassin Family wanted to truly construct this spatial transfer array, they would not only have to deal with the problems of funds and territory, they would also have to deal with the more complicated problems of other families and potential enemies. It would not be easy for them to distinguish themselves from the so-called first rate families.
"Chief En."
"Yes, Master. Please instruct me."
As usual, the old butler responded and walked out.
"How's Emily's situation?" Mo Tu's eyes sparkled.
"The medicine is taking effect. The medicines that have been hidden in Miss's daily diet for the past few years are starting to show their effects." As he spoke, a form was placed in front of Tumo.
Looking at the data on the form, a rare smile appeared on Mo Tu's old face. Even though he had made a vow before his son died, he had never truly given up on Emily. The medicines that could awaken one's bloodline talent had always been hidden in Emily's diet, accumulating them bit by bit, slowly stimulating her bloodline. This was not a breach of his promise!
He had promised to give her freedom to live, but he did not say that he would not guide her. Naturally, it could also be called guidance. In the end, it was still Emily's own decision.
In this era, how precious was a bloodline, especially with Emily's powerful talent? How could she give it up? How could she give it up?
This CHF was extremely important to the Assassin Family. Emily had to perform outstandingly in order for the Assassin Family to obtain political support. The weak had no right to speak in any era.
"Chief En, it's about time to enter the third phase."
"Master, won't this be too much?" The old butler was slightly worried. After all, Emily's lifestyle was somewhat different from the majority of the Assassin Family's descendants.
"We still have to face what we have to face. It's better to get the pain over with than to prolong it." said Tumo in an indifferent tone, not a single shred of emotion present in his eyes.
Very quickly, Emily discovered that her training had started to become more intense, with the intensity reaching her limits. Every day of training was akin to a weaponized train crashing towards her, while she was like a string that had been stretched to its limits, with the possibility of snapping at any moment.
However, she didn't collapse. Every time she thought that adding a feather or a speck of dust would cause her to collapse, she would think back to Tianjing Academy. She would think back to the defeats she had experienced, the lessons she had learned, the unwillingness to accept defeat, and the companions she wanted to fight alongside. Her body would always ignite with strength and persevere. This was also the accumulation of confidence that allowed Emily to grow stronger step by step. She had already started to gradually experience the benefits of the special training.
As the number of people training decreased, more and more people came in to replace them. The entire training grounds were ice-cold, following the procedures of an assassin. Every day, there would be people being dragged away before Emily's eyes, their lives unknown.
On the other side, Wang Zhong slept in an incomparably deep sleep. He had many dreams, with the memory of his soul being burnt to death being too deep. He would unconsciously recall it in his dreams, as though he had experienced hell once again. In the end, he was burnt to the point where he felt as though he would grow wings and fly away.
The next day, he only woke up at noon. Such a long period of sleep was indeed slightly inconceivable for a new human that was brimming with energy. Even with the protection of the Fate Stone, his soul had still become extremely weak. Wang Zhong himself couldn't understand the difference between his soul, mind, and body. His body temperature was slightly high, and he felt like he was floating when he walked …
The training within the society continued as usual. However, Barran felt that something was amiss. Senior Wang Zhong, who was always brimming with energy, seemed a little … soft. Just a few ordinary collisions had nearly sent Wang Zhong flying.
"45!"
Bang!
"46!"
Bang!
Wang Zhong waved his hand and said, "Barran, it's better for you to train by yourself today."
After saying that, Wang Zhong leaned to the side and gulped down large mouthfuls of water. Scarlet and the rest looked at each other in dismay. Wang Zhong had already drunk over 20 bottles of water.
"Are you alright, Wang Zhong? You're sweating a lot," said Scarlet with slight worry.
Wang Zhong smiled and waved his hand. "I'm fine. I might have a slight fever. I'll be fine after some rest."
Scarlet didn't ask any further questions as everyone continued with their training. Although it seemed like a long holiday, in reality, there wasn't much time left for everyone. Scarlet and Milami persisted in their training every single day, hoping to bring out their tacit understanding to the extreme. Other than training with the society during the day, Barran also did additional training at night. No one knew what Wang Zhong had been busy with recently. Other than participating in the group training, Colby and Lily spent most of their time training in Saint Judgement. There were many more sparring partners there, allowing them to temper their combat techniques. As for the evening training, Wang Zhong could only be a spectator, taking the opportunity to point out a few problems with their positioning.
After a day of recovery, Wang Zhong was exceptionally spirited. Perhaps it was the strong desire in his heart that was supporting him. Naturally, Simba wasn't spirited at all. He felt that he had been wronged. Recently, he had been reflecting on whether he had been too ruthless with Wang Zhong during their training. He had actually trained this fellow to such an abnormal level.
The one who suffered the most was Simba. Those legendary concubines that were buried alongside the emperors in ancient times were simply child's play compared to him. At most, they would be buried once, but he had to accompany Wang Zhong four times every night. Furthermore, as Wang Zhong's fire resistance increased, the number of times he had to accompany Wang Zhong had also increased.
"I can't take it anymore. If this continues, I'm going to go crazy! Wang Zhong, aren't we good friends? Aren't we brothers? Is there anyone who tortures their own brothers like this? "
"Only by enduring the bitterness of bitterness can one rise above others …"
"Wang Zhong, let's discuss something. You see, don't you still have Spongebob? The three of us can play Fight the Landlord. Let's not train today and find a place to play Fight the Landlord! Aren't you very good at playing cards? Hmph hmph, Simba doesn't believe a single bit of it! "
"Only by enduring the bitterness of bitterness can one rise above others …" Wang Zhong was still in a daze from being roasted by the flames.
"Wang Zhong, actually, if you want to experience the sea of fire, we can create illusions in your Soul Sea. Be reasonable. My illusions are very high leveled. There's no need for me to be burnt to death every time."
"Okay, let's go in and talk about this slowly." Wang Zhong nodded his head. Simba's illusions were pretty good in the past, but he couldn't use them now. Most importantly, he definitely couldn't use such training illusions. The hyperdimension was indeed able to temper one's soul. Not only did it increase one's resistance, but it also strengthened his Soul Power. It was just that he hadn't broken through to the Casted Soul Stage yet.
"Wang Zhong …" Simba said with tears in his eyes.
"Simba …" While Wang Zhong was guiding him, he looked at him with a serious and affectionate gaze.
"You've become bad. Ah ~ ~ ~ No ~ ~"
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