With a powerful punch, I shattered a massive rock in front of me into nearly 100,000 pieces. Then, utilizing my special space-time ability, I compartmentalized the rocks, allowing them to store a mountain's worth of weight. Next, I employed my base creation and water element skills to fill the rocks with water, compressing it to an incredible density.
I spent the entire day perfecting this process, using base advancement to make the water even more compact. This was only possible on a micro level, as I was working with my own creations, which responded to my will. If I were to attempt this with regular water, the task would become 100 times harder.
With the rocks now incredibly dense and heavy, I compacted them further, shrinking their size to that of a normal rock. I then fashioned a band, inserting the rocks into it, and wore it around my hands and legs. I also added some to my sword.
However, when I tried to move, I found it much harder than expected. The weight was so immense that I couldn't even lift a leg, and I fell to the ground. The rocks' density had made them incredibly heavy, making movement nearly impossible.
Using my cultivation energy and others' power, I could still move at the speed of a normal human, but every step felt laborious, as if I was carrying an immense burden. This training was part of the "Unyielding Body" art, renowned for its exceptional results, surpassing any other art in the sect and so I have to use it on my own body strength not based on my cultivation The weight of the rocks, equivalent to millions of mountains, pushed my physical limits to the extreme.
Moving slowly, it took me 10 minutes to take a single step. My normal body power could break a mountain, but now I carried the weight of millions of mountains. The ground cracked beneath my feet, and if I lost focus, I sank into the earth. The earth's very foundation seemed to tremble under the pressure.
After an hour, I was drenched in sweat, as if rain had poured down on me. My breathing was labored, and my muscles screamed in protest. Yet, I persisted, determined to master this weight and unlock the secrets of the Unyielding Body art.
Unaware of the passing time, perhaps more than a day, I finally managed to walk, albeit slowly. My legs trembled with each step, and my sword, once an extension of myself, now felt like an unmanageable burden.
Returning to the sect, I was met with a surprising sight: the entire area was illuminated with diyas (lamps), and numerous flying ships had arrived, disgorging crowds of people. The air buzzed with excitement and curiosity.
As I walked, sword in hand, my pace slowed further. Onlookers began to snicker and jeer, "Look at her! She can't even carry a heavy sword. How did she get admitted to the Heavy Sword Sect?" Their mocking continued, but I remained focused, ignoring their scorn.
My attention turned to the scene unfolding before me. Countless sect members had gathered, and I spotted esteemed figures, including Elders, Inner Circle members, and esteemed guests from other sects. The atmosphere was electric, filled with anticipation and expectation.
Some guys were started mocking loudly when one guy was saying see how her face has a
Before they could continue mocking me, a group of people arrived and escorted them away. Perhaps they were friends or good-natured individuals who intervened to defuse the situation. As they left, they smiled apologetically in my direction, and I graciously accepted their apology with a nod.
I continued on my way, soon reaching my room, where a note awaited me.
"Aysha, if you're reading this, I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you. I'm busy assisting Teacher in preparing the facilities and arrangements for the people arriving at the sect."
As I read the note, I felt a surge of surprise and concern. Arpita's message sparked a sense of urgency within me. I decided to get ready and join her in helping with the preparations.
I swiftly stored my weapons and equipment in my spatial storage, then began to clean myself using my water and fire magic to create a refreshing steam. With a gentle breeze generated by my wind magic, I washed away the dirt and fatigue.
Next, I reached for medicinal herbs that served as soap and shampoo, carefully applying them to cleanse my hair and body. Lost in thought, I didn't pay much attention to my own appearance, my focus solely on helping Arpita.
After completing my ablutions, I selected a stunning red saree, a special dress I had purchased but never worn before. Its design reminded me of my first purchase from the Trade Palace, but this dress held a secret: it could transform into a fighting attire the moment I desired.
However, the firm's reveal was subtle yet impressive. After wearing the saree, I adorned myself with earrings, adding a small stone to each. I also embedded stones into the saree and my necklace, creating a harmonious balance of elegance and subtle strength.
Next, I crafted bands that matched my saree, carefully weaving them to complement my attire. With my sword still securely fastened to my back, making my walk slightly more laborious, I proceeded at a normal pace towards the main party.
With the dress draped elegantly around me, I felt a sense of confidence and readiness. The intricate embroidery seemed to shimmer in the light, hinting at the dress's hidden potential.
Finally prepared, I set out to join Arpita and contribute to the sect's preparations, eager to support my friend and the incoming guests.
As I exited my room, the vibrant atmosphere of the sect enveloped me once more. The sound of chatter, laughter, and bustling activity filled the air, and I quickened my pace, eager to lend a hand.
As I approached the venue, I was unexpectedly impacted by a person, and upon recognizing him, I realized it was our Principal. However, our collision resulted in a crack appearing on the ground, generating a shockwave that startled the surrounding individuals, including the Principal.
Fortunately, the area was not crowded, and the magical walls automatically repaired themselves, accustomed to the occasional breaking of ground that came with intense martial training. I quickly regained my footing, bowed to the Principal, and apologized, "This student is sorry for her mistake, sir. I am Aysha."
I chose not to reveal my surname, adhering to my father's instructions to keep it confidential. He had cautioned my siblings and me to conceal our surname from others, a mystery I intended to maintain.
Observing my behavior, I noticed a flicker of anger on the guard's face, but the Principal surprisingly smiled. However, I sensed a dark energy emanating from him, which made me question my perception. His aura transformed in an unimaginable way, shifting from malevolent to benevolent, leaving me stunned and doubting my initial assessment.
As I glanced back, I saw the soldier releasing a faint, uncertain energy, making me realize my mistake. Perhaps the Principal wasn't a bad person after all. However, I still couldn't shake off my doubts.
The Principal reassured me, "Don't worry, Aysha. Your punishment is over, and you don't need to offer us this coin. In fact, that incident led to a fortunate discovery. We found treasures around that area due to the explosion, and I've even reached another level, with my meridians healed by a portion of that treasure."
He continued, "So, no need to worry. Just be more careful next time. Now, go and enjoy the party." Hearing this, I was shocked but relieved. I left the scene, still processing the unexpected turn of events.
As I arrived at the party, I couldn't help but ponder the Principal's words and the mysterious energy I sensed earlier. The festivities were in full swing, with laughter and music filling the air. I joined the celebration, trying to put the earlier incident behind me, but my mind continued to wander, seeking answers to the questions lingering within I take my mind of it
I was astonished by the sheer variety of dishes spread before me, each carefully arranged at a distance from the others and separated by barriers. My hunger, suppressed for a month, suddenly roared back to life. As a cultivator, my stomach had grown accustomed to being fueled by energy, but the aroma of delicious food was irresistible.
I indulged in every type of cuisine, savoring each flavor. While none compared to my mother's cooking, they were still exceptionally delicious. Having not eaten well for so long, I devoured dish after dish, losing track of time.
My intense training had apparently increased my appetite, as I consumed around 10 plates in rapid succession. The estimated cost of my feast would have been staggering, perhaps around 1000 Universal Coins, spent in mere minutes.
Oblivious to the surrounding reactions, I continued eating, unfazed by potential judgments. My focus was solely on satisfying my hunger.
Eventually, nature called, and I excused myself to find a restroom. Walking slowly to avoid accidents, I made my way back to my quarters to relieve myself.
Upon returning, I was surprised to find the entire area deserted. The festivities had concluded, and the venue was empty, leaving me wondering how much time had passed.
The silence was a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere that had filled the air just moments before. I stood alone, surrounded by the remnants of the celebration, feeling a mix of satisfaction from my meal and curiosity about the sudden disappearance of the partygoers.