Chapter 808 - 25: Elder Wang’s Training Session

Chapter 808: Chapter 25: Elder Wang’s Training Session

Cai Qingfeng immediately stood up proudly, reaching out to take the large needle. With a bang, the needle fell to the ground, creating a pit and nearly crushing Cai Qingfeng’s foot.

Cai Qingfeng frowned, he was careless; he didn’t expect it to be so heavy. Taking a deep breath, he gathered strength in his right hand and slowly picked up the needle, but as soon as he grasped it, his expression changed... Why is it so heavy?

"Idiot, this is a Secret Item. Input Spiritual Ability, keep it stable, and pick it up slowly!" Wang Zhigao said.

Cai Qingfeng’s face turned red, and he couldn’t keep up the facade anymore; everyone was watching him. He was the second-best fighter in the Martial Heart Sect after Fang Qingning.

With a low roar, Spiritual Ability burned, and he slowly lifted the needle. This damn thing was incredibly slippery, as if coated with oil, and the other end was extremely heavy. Even with the frantic enhancement of Spiritual Ability, it felt like his wrist was about to break.

"You must make the needle part of your body; otherwise, relying solely on Spiritual Ability won’t last long. This is the basic of basics, the first step is to be able to hold it steadily for a day, then consider the second step." Wang Zhigao said while pulling out another needle, "Who wants to try?"

Everyone glanced at each other. Fang Qingning was about to try when Fang Chi rushed out, "Let me!"

With Cai Qingfeng’s precedent, Fang Chi prepared thoroughly, slowly receiving the needle from Wang Zhigao. In an instant, his hand sank, Spiritual Ability poured in, and he held it firmly. This damn thing is so awkward; what’s inside? Spiritual Ability can’t be fully infused, as if layer upon layer blocked, and it’s goddamn heavy.

On the other side, Cai Qingfeng was struggling to lift the needle vertically. His arm trembled violently, like having a seizure, as Spiritual Ability fluctuated, unable to maintain stability. With a loud bang, his needle fell, and Fang Chi’s needle followed.

Wang Zhigao looked at Fang Qingning. She slowly picked up the needle from the ground, her movements very slow but stable, gradually lifting it vertically. Before long, sweat appeared on her forehead, and her arm started trembling.

Wang Zhigao showed no expression, "You might think Martial Heart Sect has fallen to this point simply due to bad luck or lack of resources. I’m telling you, you’re greatly mistaken. With your mentality and skill, your attitude towards cultivation, you deserve this, perhaps even more. If not for ancestral blessings, it would’ve been disbanded already. Except for the Sect Master, everyone else is garbage!"

All the disciples’ faces turned sour, wanting to rebut but unsure how. They finally understood the meaning of ’verbal assaults by Wang’.

"Martial Heart Sect does not nurture useless people. In future, those who can keep up stay, those who can’t go wherever. In any case, if this year’s competition fails, Martial Heart Sect will disband. There’s no retreat for either the sect or yourselves. From now on, focus your attention, the grand Martial Heart Technique has been practiced into this state by you, I might as well find monkeys to teach. Forget previous trash habits, start anew!" Wang Zhigao shouted.

Wang Zhigao took out two more needles, dividing all disciples into four lines to attempt. Some managed to pick it up but couldn’t lift it vertically, while others struggled even to hold it with one hand.

Wang Zhigao watched coldly as the disciples attempted, "Idiots, don’t use Brute Force, let your Spiritual Ability connect with the needle, let it become part of your body. Use your brains, don’t randomly shout. If shouting was useful, what’s the point of having a brain? And you few, when I say use your brain, puffing your chest is useless."

Fang Qingning and the few other female disciples looked embarrassed. One busty female disciple instantly blushed as red as a boiled shrimp. They had heard of Elder Wang’s reputation, but didn’t expect him to be so... direct.

"So stupid, brain, brain, think, understand, understand, stop using Brute Force, that little strength of yours is useless, use your brain!" Wang Zhigao suddenly produced a thin bamboo stick from somewhere, and hit those making mistakes.

Striking while cursing, he seemed like a completely different person from yesterday, his true nature fully exposed... Indeed, he’s from Taiyin School Sect.

"Next, idiot, go stand in the corner, wake up properly!"

"Open your eyes wide, watch closely, mistakes made by others are lessons!"

"Are you freaking deaf? I’ve said it a hundred times, you, you, who’s letting you use both hands? If you continue to assist, I’ll chop off your hands!"

Only Elder Wang’s roaring remained in the Martial Arts Arena.

Three people stood in the corner, leaning against the wall, glancing at each other, suddenly feeling a bit fortunate, "Really irritable."

"Daring to point at Ten Thousand Swords Sect’s Sect Master and curse him at the sect assembly; no wonder he’s so bad. Heard the previous sect couldn’t tolerate him so dismissed him, making core disciples self-isolate, saying not only did they not improve, but their level decreased substantially. Misguiding disciples."

"His skills are real, though. The needle is said to be secretly developed by Ten Thousand Swords Sect and Gang Refining Hall specifically to control Spiritual Power. This Secret Item is hard to make, only Elder Wang can acquire it due to his status, and it’s expensive too." Gan Jiu said, "This thing doesn’t look big, how come it’s challenging to pick up, Idiot Zhu, you have great strength, try it tonight after they rest."

"What’s the difficulty, there’s no difficulty at all."

Gan Jiu rolled his eyes, "I thought he’d target the Spirit Root, turns out it’s from here."

In the courtyard, Wang Zhigao was even more irritable because everyone’s performance was poor. He guessed Martial Heart Sect couldn’t keep up with the pace in recent years, but hadn’t imagined the foundation was so weak, clearly, the Martial Heart Technique wasn’t seriously practiced.

Fang Qingning also looked displeased. She was proud; since her father’s death, she wanted to shoulder the responsibility of Sect Master. But she hadn’t fully mastered Martial Heart Technique herself, let alone guiding disciples’ cultivation. Adding to the sect’s disarray, the Martial Heart Technique couldn’t well absorb Wish Power, its effect became akin to some Low-Level Cultivation Techniques.

Martial Heart Sect and Ten Thousand Swords Sect share origins. Years ago, Ten Thousand Swords Sect embraced Taiyin School, not only didn’t it fall, it stood at the pinnacle of Divine Land, while Martial Heart Sect declined.

One disciple refused to be discouraged and continued confronting the needle. Fang Chi, who’s never been compliant, assured himself to conquer it, "I will conquer this!"

Wang Zhigao snorted coldly, "Anyone can talk, all of you perk up. If I catch anyone slacking, they’re out—don’t waste time!"

Wang Zhigao then took out some needles with lighter color, the Initial Stage Version, for disciples with poor foundation use. Initially, he was merely giving them a scare, to realize the severity of the issue, but training should proceed gradually.