As I observed them, a system interface suddenly appeared: "System Alert! A Body Strengthening Stone has been detected in the abandoned Temple of the Blacksmith God."
Kane thought to himself, "The abandoned Temple of the Blacksmith God... how convenient. But first, I need to secure funds to maintain the sect." He pondered for a moment before making a decisive decision: "I'll participate in the Great Martial Arts Competition."
Meanwhile, the disciples were engaged in intense training. Kane summoned everyone and declared, "We will be participating in the Great Martial Arts Competition!" The disciples were taken aback, shocked by the sudden announcement.
But Kane continued, "I won't let any of you lose. That's why I'm imparting these three martial arts techniques to you." He revealed three ancient tomes: "The Ice Sword Technique," "The Cherry Blossom Sword Technique," and "The Spring and Autumn Sword Technique."
The disciples were silent for a moment, absorbing the weight of Kane's words. Then, they erupted into cheers and chants Elder Fang Lin! Elder Fang Lin!" Kane smiled but deep down, he remained unmoved by their praise and adoration, his emotions hidden behind a mask of calm determination
In the night , I gazed up at the moon and pondered
"Love, joy, sorrow, and anger - mere hormonal fluctuations. Fleeting emotions that cloud our judgment. I will not be swayed by such whims. My focus remains fixed on my goals, my ambition. For in the end, it is not emotions that drive us, but our unyielding resolve
As the next day came put the disciples through the most grueling training imaginable. "Climb this mountain!" I barked, gesturing to the towering peak that stretched high into the sky. The disciples, ranging from young to old, trudged wearily up the 2000-meter behemoth, only to be told to climb back down and repeat the process two more times.
As night began to fall, I gazed out at their exhausted forms and sighed. "Why are they so weak?" I wondered.
The next day, I took them to the river and instructed them to swim against the current. "Don't stop until you reach the starting point of the river!" I shouted above the roar of the water. But they only lasted a mere five hours before collapsing from exhaustion.
"Is this even a cultivation world?" I thought to myself, dismayed by their lack of resilience. "They need to be pushed to their limits, and beyond!"
And so, I devised the most brutal training regimen imaginable - the "Extremely Hard to Death Training" . The disciples would be forced to their breaking points, and then pushed even further. Only through such unyielding dedication could they hope to achieve true strength.
The training was merciless: running up treacherous mountain paths, swimming against raging currents, and sparring with formidable foes. The disciples would be tested to their limits, and only those who emerged unbroken would be worthy of calling themselves true cultivators.
The disciples, still reeling from the previous day's ordeal, were awoken before dawn and led to a mysterious valley shrouded in mist. I stood before them, my expression unyielding.
"Today, you will face your greatest challenge yet," I declared. "This valley is home to countless trials, each designed to test your resolve, strength, and cunning. You will be forced to confront your deepest fears and overcome unimaginable obstacles."
The disciples exchanged nervous glances, their exhaustion and doubt evident on their faces. But I would not be swayed.
"You will enter the valley alone, and emerge transformed or not at all," I warned. "The choice is yours."
With that, I vanished into the mist, leaving the disciples to face their fate. The valley loomed before them, its secrets and dangers waiting to be uncovered. Would they emerge stronger, or would they succumb to the trials that lay within? Only time would tell.