"It's a cruel method, but it's often very effective." Chu Min's expression didn't change. She ate very little, but she drank faster.
"Is it necessary?" Wen Yan couldn't help but ask, not only to Chu Min, but also to the four people.
"It's just a Soul Gathering. There was one last year, one this year, one next year, and one every year." Wen Yan said.
"Of course, the Soul Gathering is not too important." Siffin said, "But we have our own reasons."
"You've also decided?" Chu Min looked at Siffin. She was a decisive person, but she also made a final confirmation with Siffin. It could be seen how careful Siffin's choice needed to be.
"I've decided." Siffin nodded. When he said this, he didn't hesitate at all.
"Are we going to start like this?" Chu Min asked.
"Let's start like this." Siffin said.
"Very good!" Chu Min nodded.
Because Siffin made the right decision.
If he gave up, Chu Min wouldn't say anything; if he chose to get better, then Chu Min would refuse him.
If he chose to wait for his injury to get better, then it seemed that he had a better chance. However, the cultivation that Siffin wanted to face was the cultivation of a dead end. There was no room for retreat, no room for a fluke mentality. Waiting for his injury to get better was already a kind of retreat. Even if he won more cultivation time under this kind of mood, it wouldn't help. This kind of mood itself was already a fatal injury. Siffin wanted to break through the Essence Soul.
"Eat less." This was Chu Min's last advice to Siffin. As for Morin, she simply didn't ask anything. Morin's situation was the best among the three.
So in the afternoon, in the woods, there were two more cultivation figures.
Morin sat under a tree. He did not move non-stop like Su Tang, because he wanted to connect with the Pivot Soul. At this moment, he was biting a piece of grass in his mouth. It was very bitter, but Morin seemed to be tasting something delicious as he carefully savored it.
The sense of taste was the unique perception that the Pivot Soul possessed. Stimulating the sense of taste could play a guiding role. It was just like when Lu Ping listened to Wen Yan's music, his control over Ming's soul would subtly improve. However, the focus of Lu Ping's cultivation was different. He wanted to practice the control of his power, so this method was stopped by Chu Min. However, for Morin and the others, the key was to seek a breakthrough. Using this method to stimulate their control was, of course, a simple and easy method. Although the effect was very small, as Wen Yan said, it was better than nothing.
As for Siffin, he was lying motionless under a tree.
The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and the grass was brushing against his face, but he did not feel it at all. After the Soul of Power was stripped, he had lost his basic sense of touch. He could not see, hear, smell, taste, or even touch.
What he wanted to cultivate was the Essence Soul. The Essence Soul was consciousness and emotions. After all the five senses were stripped, there was no external information that could be transmitted to him. Naturally, he could not use even the simple help of Morin's grass. He lay there quietly. No one knew what kind of hard struggle was going on in the consciousness of this body. On the surface, his cultivation seemed to be the most peaceful and serene of the four, but in reality, it was the most dangerous one.
Wen Yan had been watching. She watched as Morin and Siffin were stripped of their soul by Chu Min. She watched them seek a breakthrough in this terrifying state.
She did not know what their reason was, but this determination, this attitude, deeply shocked her.
Pa … Pa … Pa …
On Lu Ping's side, he was still picking up the fragments. Big piles became small piles, small piles became big piles. Although he did not fall into the same terrifying state as the other three, his serious spirit did not lessen at all.
Was it time for her to put in more hard work?
They were obviously cultivators whose realms were far lower than hers, but at this moment, there was a deep sense of danger invading her. Those top students in Amaterasu College who were as outstanding as her had never made her feel so "inferior".
She could not relax!
Thinking about how she had spent the entire morning flipping through books and watching others cultivate, Wen Yan felt that she did not cherish her time. She did not continue to stay there and resolutely left to carry out the cultivation she was supposed to carry out.
There were only five people left in the forest.
Su Tang continued to roam about, Morin continued to savor all sorts of things in his mouth, Siffin was as serene as ever, and Lu Ping was still earnestly picking up the fragments. From where Chu Min was, she could see the four of them with a glance. She was holding a new bottle of wine in her hand, and the fragrance of the wine permeated the air.
Bipolar Academy.
Located diagonally opposite Amaterasu College, the atmosphere of competition between the two schools had been quite intense since the day they were established. But after several hundred years, no one had defeated the other. Both academies had developed considerably and were often neighbors on the Continental Ranking of Academies. As for the regional rankings of the spiritualist quadrant, the two academies together were at the very top of the rankings.
However, there was a large group of dejected students gathered outside the gates of the Bipolar Academy. Some of them even had a few scars on their faces.
These students were the first and third year students who had come from the Canyon Peak district to borrow the tower for the exam.
The exam had gone rather smoothly, but on this day in the Bipolar Academy, they were like lowly creatures who'd mistakenly entered the circle of higher beings and suffered all sorts of discrimination. Some students had been so infuriated that they'd incited a group brawl. Afterwards, they'd been beaten black and blue by the Bipolar Academy students and chased out of the academy.
They'd been going to leave today, but had ended up like this. Everyone felt quite aggrieved. But there was nothing they could do. Their cultivation levels were far inferior, and they could only curse inwardly no matter how much hatred they bore. Afterwards, they could only leave with their tails between their legs.
"Hahahaha!" Quite a few Bipolar Academy students had chased them all the way here and had had quite a bit of fun. Seeing that no one from the Canyon Peak Academy was stubborn and had left, they didn't continue to harass them.
"A bunch of country bumpkins, what a waste of time." One of them spat on the ground. Today's fight had been caused by a similar taunt. Some had mocked the Canyon Peak Academy students for having low cultivation levels and saying that it was a waste of time no matter how much they cultivated. Both sides had argued and fought. The Canyon Peak Academy students' sorry state in the end seemed to confirm their views.
"Who are these people?" Students from Amaterasu College, who happened to be coming and going from the Amaterasu College diagonally across the street, asked the Bipolar Academy students curiously as they watched the dejected group of people leaving.
Although the two academies were in a competitive relationship, the students wouldn't fight to the death. There was still normal interaction between them.
"A bunch of country bumpkins from the Canyon Peak District. I heard that their Soul Pagoda was broken, so they came to our place to take the test. Their standards are really embarrassing." The person who answered spoke very loudly, clearly hoping that the Canyon Peak Academy students could hear him. The Canyon Peak Academy students' response was to quicken their pace of leaving.
"Are they that bad?" The Amaterasu College students were stunned.
"Of course. Oh, right. I heard that four intruders came to your academy yesterday? Quite a scene! Who are they? "The Bipolar Academy students asked.
"They're also students from the Canyon Peak District."
"Students from the Canyon Peak District? They caused such a ruckus in your academy? I heard that even the sound transmission pagoda was destroyed this morning? "
"Damn it, who spread it? Isn't it still standing? Can't you see it?! "The Bipolar Academy students pointed angrily at the wall. The sound transmission pagoda was so high that it could be seen from a few streets away.
"Oh, it didn't collapse? But it should be soon, right? "
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
The students from the two academies could communicate, but that didn't mean they were good friends. As soon as these words weren't right, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
"What? Do you want to practice? That's perfect. I haven't had enough of dealing with that bunch of trash just now. I'll take this opportunity to teach you a lesson! "
"You? Do you know how to spell death? "The Amaterasu College students rushed out. In the blink of an eye, a new fight had already broken out.
The wide street between the two academies was always deserted. That was because, according to statistics, there were an average of 3.2 fights on this street every day in a year …
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