Chapter 293 - 142: A Dead Pig Fears No Scalding Water_2

Martial Arts Cultivation is a process of climbing upwards; if you encounter a problem at any point, you’ll be stuck in place.

"Grandfather, I want to enter the Damp Realm. I want to break through to Third Grade before the university entrance."

Du Jing’s Book gritted his teeth.

He had already made up his mind.

"Good!"

Grandfather didn’t say much more.

The appearance of Su Yue isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Du Jing’s Book is still young.

The earlier he understands certain principles, the more beneficial it will be for his future growth.

...

Early the next morning.

Su Yue arrived at Sima Lingling’s villa bright and early.

"Have you decided what kind you want to learn?

"Actually, I saw your performance at the new student assembly. I think your sword skills can attack groups, but the attack power is somewhat insufficient.

"You young hot-blooded types must want to choose attack enhancement, right?"

Sima Lingling laughed.

This is also the choice of most people.

Attack power is the primary aspect to enhance.

"As a Martial Artist fighting on the front lines of the Damp Realm, attack power is indeed the most important.

"Therefore, I choose the defense type... I think life is more important, haha."

Su Yue had already decided yesterday.

Attack power.

Speed.

They’re important too.

But compared to my own life, they’re trivial.

My life is most important.

"You... alright.

"In this regard, you’re not very different from your father."

Sima Lingling looked at Su Yue and finally sighed.

She never expected that Su Yue would have such a cautious personality.

The Su Qingfeng of the past, wherever it was deep waters, that’s where he’d go, as if seeking death.

"Thank you, teacher."

Su Yue thanked her.

After that, Sima Lingling maneuvered her Qi Blood to begin imparting it to Su Yue.

The method of impartation is similar to that in the nursing homes for the elderly, yet fundamentally different in speed.

Slow.

Too slow.

Although the enhancement department doesn’t have the curse pain Su Yue experienced, someone else’s Qi Blood torturing oneself is still quite painful.

Su Yue was going insane.

No wonder no one chooses the enhancement department.

Learning a battle technique requires endless torture.

It’s basically like cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

"Su Yue, if the pain becomes too much, let us know and we can stop for a break."

Sima Lingling reminded.

"Eh... we can take breaks midway?"

Su Yue was stunned.

"Of course.

"Qi Blood impartation takes about five hours. For someone like you, a First Grade Martial Artist, you can hold out for half an hour at most; without breaks, it’s impossible to succeed.

"For transmission-type battle techniques, it’s generally possible to take breaks midway. As I drive the Qi Blood, it will imprint on you, and stopping midway won’t erase the imprint."

Sima Lingling said.

"I see, understood."

Su Yue nodded.

Once again, he found himself ignorant.

"Remember, if it becomes unbearable, don’t push yourself too hard."

Sima Lingling advised again.

She clasped Su Yue’s shoulders, continuously channeling Qi Blood into him.

Half an hour later.

"Su Yue, can you still hold on? If you can persist, try to; repeated breaks will hinder your future mastery."

Sima Lingling estimated the time and quickly reminded him.

"Teacher, let’s continue."

Su Yue nodded.

Having endured many storms, this little pain is nothing.

An hour later.

"Su Yue, can you still endure it?"

Sima Lingling admired Su Yue a bit.

This kid didn’t even frown, truly a promising talent.

"Teacher, please continue."

Su Yue was expressionless.

Having endured much pain, his skin had gotten thicker.

Am I a tank?

Two hours later.

"Su Yue, are you sure you’re okay? Don’t push beyond your limits; if you’re at your limit, take a break."

Sima Lingling was covered in sweat.

She thought Su Yue couldn’t endure anymore.

"Teacher, I’m fine, please continue."

However.

Su Yue remained unfazed, just like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

This is nothing yet.

I’ve still got room until I reach my limit.

Sima Lingling was somewhat shaken.

After the third hour.

"Su Yue, do you really not need a break? If you overdo it, it could lead to a mental breakdown."

Sima Lingling’s arms trembled.

This kid, why aren’t you resting yet?

"Teacher, I can still endure, please continue."

Nonetheless, Su Yue’s words almost drove Sima Lingling to madness.

Is this still a person?

Fourth hour.

"Su Yue, let me remind you again: you must rest now; otherwise, you’ll collapse."

Sima Lingling’s voice was trembling.

"Teacher, I have a will of steel, please continue."

Su Yue kept his focus steady.

His goal was to learn thoroughly in one go.

No need to rest.

"I know you youngsters care about face, but measure your strength; don’t push yourself just for pride. I’m warning you, it’s dangerous."

Sima Lingling’s tone grew anxious.

These days, do young people disregard their lives to show off?

Four hours have passed.

Your iron will, is it a joke to you?

"Teacher, I know my limits."

Su Yue took a deep breath, his words were solemn.

"No, I need to rest. I’ve never held on this long; I’m a bit exhausted."

However.

This time, it was Sima Lingling who broke down first.

Don’t you understand to consider your teacher?

I’m using Qi Blood to imprint on you. It’s mentally exhausting. If I keep going, I’ll lose my mind.

And don’t you have pain receptors?

I’ve taught several classes, and no one has ever lasted two hours.

You’re defying the odds.

Alright, you win.