His head was hurting!
It felt as if a red-hot iron rod was inserted into his brain and stirred it, causing his brain to tremble.
This was the essence of the 'force-feeding' method — as long as the brain didn't explode in one go, it would be fed as much information as possible!
It didn't give him any chance to get used to the pain.
Song Shuhang firmly grasped the armrests of the chair. His lips turned blue, and his toes tightened due to the sharp pain.
On the side, the three-eyed senior asked with a gentle voice from time to time, "Are you in pain? Haven't you fainted yet? Do you still have consciousness? Can you endure it? "
The senior's voice was soft and warm. Just listening to it, it was extremely gentle and healing.
This damnable gentleness ~
On the side, the eyeball butler was wondering if it should massage the temples of Ba Song's Little Friend to alleviate his pain.
Ba Song's Little Friend was in such a miserable state that it felt sad and shed huge teardrops for him.
"Do your best, Ba Song's Little Friend. The first wave is about to pass, and victory is in sight. You can do it, you must persevere. "The three-eyed senior encouraged Song Shuhang with all his might.
If Song Shuhang couldn't even endure the first wave, wouldn't the ten waves of data he had meticulously planned be in vain? Therefore, Ba Song had to endure until the fourth wave at the very least. Only then would he feel satisfied.
"Fellow Daoist Ba Song, do you want a chewing stick?" the eyeball butler asked considerately.
At this time, Song Shuhang fiercely clenched his teeth and let out painful whimpers. If this continued, he might bite his tongue off. Therefore, the eyeball butler felt that he needed a chewing stick to bite his tongue.
The three-eyed young man turned around and stared at the eyeball butler. If it weren't for the fact that this fellow didn't have a mouth, he would definitely put a chewing stick on it and shut it up!
Five breaths later.
Song Shuhang, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly collapsed.
He gasped for breath, his face was deathly pale, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. In the 'world behind the wooden door' of the three-eyed young man, there was no difference between a body and a consciousness.
The first wave of data flow had ended.
Song Shuhang's mind was filled with all kinds of 'questions', all of which were raised by cultivators from all over the universe. They were questions that he had encountered in his cultivation.
Theoretically speaking, doubt was also a part of 'knowledge'.
But the problem was that in the data stream transmitted by Senior Three-Eyed … there were only doubts and no answers!
Moreover, Song Shuhang couldn't understand the first part of the data that was transmitted to him.
It was not that his theoretical knowledge level was low.
It was because of the language barrier.
Language was an indispensable part of communication. Once people couldn't communicate with each other, it would be very troublesome.
To Song Shuhang, so many 'problematic data streams' were like a wordless book.
Other than causing his brain to tremble and his brain to swell, it was useless.
Song Shuhang weakly leaned against the chair. This kind of pain was comparable to death!
In the past, when he was learning the [Secret Appraisal Technique], the 88888 chanting sutras kept ringing in his head. Compared to this kind of pain, the difference was like heaven and earth.
However, after the first wave of pain, Song Shuhang felt that he had finally gotten used to this new kind of pain.
His body started to produce antibodies against this kind of pain.
Moreover, he didn't know if it was just a misconception.
Song Shuhang felt that the strength of his' divine sense 'had increased by a lot, and his mental energy had grown by a certain amount in the process of withstanding the influx of data.
"Little Friend Ba Song, congratulations on passing the first wave of the test. However, now is not the time to rest! There are still nine waves of tests waiting for you, and we don't have time to waste on something as meaningless as resting. Resting is a waste of life, let's continue, "the three-eyed young man said excitedly.
"Wait, wait a moment, Senior. At least let me catch my breath! "Song Shuhang said while trembling.
"No problem. After all, you are a junior. I can't give people the impression that I'm bullying you. I'll give you some time to catch your breath. "The three-eyed young man nodded.
On the side, the steward looked at Song Shuhang with a pitiful gaze.
In the next moment, the three-eyed young man pressed his palm on Song Shuhang's forehead again. "You've already caught your breath three times. Come on, the second wave of data attack, start! Strike the iron while it's hot! "
"Ah, ah, ah, ah ~" It was the classic four screams of the Song family.
The despicable Senior Three-Eyed was actually playing with words.
[If only this pain could be diverted to others. As long as the pain is diverted, I can get used to this kind of pain faster and produce more antibodies to adapt to it.] While his brain was trembling, such a thought emerged in Song Shuhang's mind.
Just as he was thinking about this …
Suddenly, Song Shuhang felt that the degree of pain in his brain seemed to have decreased a lot!
It was as if the pain had really been diverted.
The intensity of the 'data flow' that the three-eyed senior had forcibly poured into his brain didn't decrease. In fact, compared to the first wave, the intensity of the second wave was even increasing.
Was it a psychological effect?
The data received by Song Shuhang's brain was also continuously increasing. This couldn't be faked.
However, the level of pain was rapidly decreasing.
[Could it be that I'm getting used to this kind of pain?]
[No ~ My ability to endure this kind of pain is still very weak.]
[The pain has really been diverted!]
[Could it be that the 'cultivation' QR code's new function is diverting my pain to others?]
[That's not right either. If the pain was diverted, the 'cultivation' QR code's friend function would have reminded me. But this time, there was no reminder at all.]
Moreover, Song Shuhang had specially checked the 'cultivation' QR code 'function, but it hadn't been activated.
In that case, where was the pain being diverted to?
Senior Three-Eyed still used that soft and warm voice and said gently, "You're trembling. Is it very painful, Little Friend Ba Song?"
Song Shuhang clenched his teeth, his whole body trembling. He closed his eyes again — because the eyes were the window to the soul, he was afraid that the three-eyed young man would see through his eyes that his pain was decreasing.
Since the pain had been diverted for some unknown reason, the level of the pain had reached a certain limit.
Song Shuhang's innate ability to endure pain was fully activated.
His ability to adapt to this new type of pain rapidly increased.
After twenty breaths, the second wave of 'data flow' entered the final stage.
But right at this time, a new surprise appeared.
Song Shuhang was able to understand part of the second wave of 'data flow'.
The cultivators asking questions in this wave of 'data flow' were cultivators from the main world.
Now that they understood the language, even if they didn't have an answer to these questions regarding cultivation, they could still become experiences for Song Shuhang.
In addition …
The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group should have also watched his' sexy Ba Song, right? Online quiz session ', right?
What kind of questions did the seniors of the group ask?
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