"Hundredfold." Fang Yun answered without hesitation.
The old man was dressed in black. He was thin and expressionless. When he heard Fang Yun say 'hundredfold', he only gave a faint 'oh' before slowly explaining, "You should be clear about the rules of the Valley of Worries."
"I know." Fang Yun replied politely.
"Since you've entered the Valley of Shun, you should follow the example of the sage Shun and farm in the fields. One Level of Worries is to farm one mu of land and then harvest. One Level of Worries is not only about farming one mu of land, but also a hundred times more hardships than one level of Worries. Only a great scholar can bear the burden of Hundred Worries. "
"I don't have much time. Furthermore, there is no punishment if I fail." Fang Yun said.
The old man pointed to the mountain on the right. The mountain was originally covered in clouds, but now that the clouds had dispersed, a row of names was revealed. Each name had a number in front of it, from one to one hundred.
Those names were all famous people in the Saint Origin World.
"Although there is no punishment if you fail, there is a reward if you succeed. Ten levels, fifty levels, and one hundred levels, you will each get a Saint Page. The ranking on the mountain is the ranking of all the people who entered the Valley of Worries during the Hanlin Academy era. The more times you succeed, the higher your ranking. If you choose to enter the Valley of Worries, you will definitely fail. If you fail, not only will you not get the Saint Page, you will also not be able to enter the Hanlin Academy rankings. "
Fang Yun smiled, "I came to the Valley of Worries not for the Saint Page or the rankings, but to train myself as soon as possible. Regardless of whether I succeed or fail, I will still gain something. Many times, the process is more important than the result. "
"Oh, the process is more important than the result."
"First love." Fang Yun replied seriously.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and shook his head, "Please enter the valley."
Fang Yun cupped his hands towards the old man and stepped into the valley.
After passing through the valley, the path ahead suddenly opened up.
Countless fields were embedded in the ground like squares. As far as the eye could see, there was an indescribable beauty.
Close by, there were one hundred mu of empty fields, and at the edge of the fields. There was a small house.
Fang Yun took a step out of the valley and felt his strength rapidly depleting.
When he was in Hanlin Palace, there was also such a situation, but the situation now was even more serious.
Fang Yun realized that his connection with the Palace of Literature had been completely cut off. He was unable to use his talent, courage, and other powers, and his body's strength was also continuously draining away.
Not long after, Fang Yun turned into an ordinary young man.
Suddenly, Fang Yun heard the old man's voice.
"Old Man wants to tell you two things. Firstly, the Southern Sea Dragon Palace, Northern Sea Dragon Palace, and Western Sea Dragon Palace had joined forces with the Lei family. The Old Man knew a thing or two about their methods to stop you from leaping through the dragon gate. You will definitely fail. Secondly, although the Barbarian Tribe has launched a large-scale invasion and hundreds of millions of Barbarian Tribes are heading south, they did not fight to the death immediately. It was not because they were stopped by the Human Race's Battle Fortress, but because they were waiting for you. As long as you dare to join the battle in the north, Half-saint Wolfslayer will mobilize their entire army. He'll definitely die. "
"Thank you, Old Man."
Fang Yun did not even turn his head as he walked towards the small house, but he was thinking about the old man's words.
"In Mencius, it is said that when the heavens are about to bestow a great responsibility on a man, he must first suffer his will, work his muscles and bones, starve his skin, empty his body, and disturb his actions. This is the test of the Valley of Worries. For this old man to tell me at such a time, he must be suffering his will. He is tormenting my mind. "
"The Dragon Palace of the Three Seas and the Lei family have long been expected to stop me from leaping through the dragon gate. However, I don't know what methods they have. The more it is like this, the more suspicious I will be. This will also achieve the goal of the Valley of Worries. However, this Valley of Worries underestimates me too much. This level of worry is nothing to be afraid of. "
"The second matter is more serious. It is not that Half-saint Wolfslayer wants to kill me. It is about what methods the demons will use to force me to go up north. The demons and barbarians can't do it, but what about the humans and Jingguo? This is the key. Another key point is, why didn't the Notre-Dame stop Half-saint Wolfslayer when he wanted to kill me? Is it because of the agreement between the two races? Sages cannot directly attack non-Sages. As long as Wolfslayer did not attack, the person who wants to kill me is the Barbarian King. The Sages will not save me. "
"However, this alone is not enough to make me suffer."
Fang Yun snorted and continued walking.
However, the more he walked, the heavier Fang Yun felt. After a few steps, his body felt like it was filled with lead.
"This is probably the Hundred Levels of Worries. It is far more difficult than normal training."
Fang Yun walked into the small house. There was a manual plow at the door.
There were no cows either outside or inside the house.
"In the past, I heard that the Valley of Worries used cows to plow the land. It was considered easy. I didn't expect the Hundred Levels of Worries to plow the land by hand."
Fang Yun thought to himself. He helplessly carried the plow and slowly walked towards the field.
Fang Yun looked at the hundred mu of land in front of him and then looked up at the scorching sun in the sky. He frowned slightly. The sun was actually in the sky. The time was completely different from Saint Origin World.
After walking a dozen steps with the plow, Fang Yun started to pant lightly. He was sweating profusely. The clothes on his chest and back were stuck to his body. He had no choice but to lift his clothes off his body and gently fan himself.
"Bang!"
Fang Yun threw the plow at a corner of the hundred mu of land. He then adjusted the direction and let the bottom of the plow pierce into the ground. He then began to push the plow. At the moment of pushing, Fang Yun felt a great resistance. At the same time, he felt powerless.
The humans basically used animals to plow the land. The worst case scenario was that two or three people would plow the land together. Someone would lead the plow in front and someone would support the plow from behind. It was very rare for a single person to plow the land.
However, if the land was not plowed, the crops would not grow well. Digging a hole to place the seeds or burying the seedlings would take a lot of time and effort.
Fang Yun pushed the plow forward slowly. The soil was pushed to the sides. Strength was not enough to plow the land. He had to pay attention to the direction and strength of the plow. If the direction was off, it would cause uneven planting. If the strength was too weak, the plow would not be deep. If the strength was too strong, it would be too strenuous.
After a few dozen breaths, Fang Yun felt his arms ache. However, he did not make a sound and continued to push the plow forward.
"This is exhausting the muscles and bones. I can handle it." Fang Yun said to himself.
In this vast world, everything seemed to be still. There was only a young man slowly moving forward in the field.
Not long after, Fang Yun's whole body was soaked. His breathing became louder and louder.
After a quarter of an hour, Fang Yun's hands were aching. When he looked carefully, the parts of his hands that were holding the plow were red. If he continued, his skin would definitely break.
Fang Yun looked into the distance. He looked at the black soil in front of him. After resting for a moment, he continued to plow the land.
After a few breaths, Fang Yun suddenly heard the voice of the old man in the valley.
"If I stop you from leaping through the dragon gate, you will definitely fail. You will definitely die." Fang Yun did not care at first, but that voice kept echoing in his ears. A trace of irritation rose in his heart. Without the courage of literature, even a great scholar would not be able to remain unaffected.
Fang Yun clenched his teeth and persevered. He lowered his head and looked at the soil that was churning to the sides. He looked at the furrows on the ground that were continuously extending.
Not long after, that voice disappeared. But after a while, it appeared again.
"How is this suffering the will? It's like Tang Seng chanting the Golden Hoop Spell. So long-winded." Fang Yun felt very helpless.
To be continued.
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