Monarch Night
Chapter 116 - 74: Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room [Extra for Alliance Hierarch on Winter’s Seventh Day]

Chapter 116: Chapter 74: Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room [Extra for Alliance Hierarch on Winter’s Seventh Day]

But cultivating inside the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room meant that every moment, spiritual energy was forcefully infused into the body, and the energy escaping would reenter with each breath.

It was like being forcefully stuffed.

This process was nearly equivalent to the body being disassembled and reassembled countless times!

Every inch of a person’s body, divine sense, meridians, muscles, and internal organs... all endured the same intense pressure!

To describe the experience with an eating metaphor: one might stop eating once reasonably full, but here, someone was continuously forcing more food into your stomach regardless of your capacity to cope!

Thus, staying inside the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room had previously led to people literally bursting their meridians and dying from being overwhelmed by spiritual energy!

It was recognized as the most severe form of torture and an acknowledged danger.

Students of the Martial Arts Academy turned pale at the mention.

Only those who faced life-and-death duels or extreme dangerous missions would choose to enter the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room for cultivation.

Otherwise, it was generally avoided.

Why endure such torture when one could simply improve by training or fighting outside?

...

Fang Che had just entered the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room and immediately sensed the difference.

He had long heard of the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room and was mentally prepared, but upon entering, he still received a stern wake-up call.

As the door slammed shut,

a tenfold gravitational force directly pressed down on him.

Then, the spiritual energy was so dense, it felt like it blocked his breathing, giving rise to a sensation of suffocation in an instant.

His entire muscles, along with his internal organs and brain’s divine sense, were tested at the same time.

He felt stars burst in front of his eyes, nearly causing him to collapse onto the floor.

His body swayed, struggling to remain upright.

But his eyes were simultaneously bloodshot.

This experience was akin to a person with normal blood pressure suddenly spiking to severe hypertension in a moment.

Fang Che gritted his teeth against the discomfort, stopped moving, and stood in the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room.

Unmoving.

Before entering, Li Changkong had repeatedly and emphatically warned him.

Upon entering, one must first experience the pressure without immediately summoning cultivation to resist.

One should first use physical strength to adapt until barely able to endure, then begin to cultivate.

Fang Che stood silently, his expression unchanging.

Though his mind nearly exploded, and his internal organs almost burst under the pressure, and blood rushed through his veins, turning his face beet red,

his expression remained as impassive as a stone sculpture.

Sweat drenched his entire garment, creating several small, serpentine streams on the floor.

Half an hour later, Fang Che felt the buzzing in his head slowly diminish. Although the physical pressure persisted, his blood and meridians had adapted to the rhythm of the cultivation room.

To put it in terms everyone would understand, it was like his blood pressure had soared from 120 to 260 suddenly, then slowly dropped to 180.

It was still uncomfortable, but it had become bearable.

Then, he slowly walked to the center’s Spirit Jade Platform and gradually sat down with crossed legs.

He began cultivating Infinite Scripture!

An hour later, like a bomb igniting, the dense spiritual energy around him abruptly surged into his body.

Suddenly, his muscles and meridians felt as if they were being crushed.

Fang Che endured calmly.

At this moment, he finally understood what "the first severe torture of Baiyun Martial Academy" meant.

No wonder others were reluctant to enter.

But he didn’t look down on those who hadn’t entered; this kind of pain was indeed something very few could bear—one in ten thousand.

But those who could endure were certainly peak talents.

He had endured this excruciating pain of feeling like his body was about to explode multiple times in his past life.

"This is just self-cultivation, though painful, it’s much easier than being tortured by enemies!"

Fang Che closed his eyes and fully embraced the benefits.

He could feel the spiritual energy inside his body crazily increasing!

...

In another cultivation room,

Mo Gan Yun was bathed in blood, his whole body like a bloody man.

But he clenched his teeth.

He glared with wide eyes, determined not to retreat!

Since Fang Che had not given up and gone out, even if he exploded here, he wouldn’t go out!

This belief alone sustained him as he endured within the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room.

"Whoever leaves first... is a dog!"

Mo Gan Yun roared hoarsely, spitting out blood-tainted spiritual energy, "I, Mo Gan Yun... am not a dog!"

...

Bing Shangxue stood quietly at the doorway.

Waiting silently.

Even her divine sense could not penetrate the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room.

She could only wait.

These were the two great prodigies of her class, not to be underestimated.

As she waited, half an hour later...

A door slowly opened, and heavy footsteps sounded.

Someone couldn’t withstand it and had come out.

Bing Shangxue sighed, feeling a bit disappointed yet relieved at the same time; after all, enduring half an hour was no short feat.

Turning her head to look,

she saw a gaunt youth, moving weakly step by step out of the room, yet his spine remained straight.

It wasn’t Mo Gan Yun, nor was it Fang Che.

It was another genius among the newcomers.

Ding Jie Ran.

Ding Jie Ran pursed his lips, his complexion pale, as he stepped out, his body filled with a clearly perceptible sense of aloofness.

An unmistakable air of refusing to communicate with anyone.

He reached the registration office’s doorway and spoke hoarsely, "An hour has passed, I am here to hand over the key to the door."

"Okay."

After handing over the key, Ding Jie Ran silently walked past Bing Shangxue, bowed silently, and then left without saying a word.

Bing Shangxue used her cultivation to probe Ding Jie Ran’s aura and discovered that he had astonishingly reached the Second level of Wuzhong.

She couldn’t help but her pupils shrank.

This kid, quite desperate.

The instructor guarding the Gravity Cultivation Room came out, watching Ding Jie Ran’s retreating figure, and said, "This child’s temperament, somewhat obsessive."

Bing Shangxue asked, "When did he arrive?"

"He just broke through to Wuzhong, then immediately came here. Today is his fourth day in the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room. Four days, an hour each day, as of today, he’s broken through to the Second level of Wuzhong."

"Not a bad seedling."

Bing Shangxue was somewhat shocked.

"There are a few others, all have finished their durations and left, Qiu Yunshang, Xie Gongping, Jing Shuanggao, etc.... they come every day."

Bing Shangxue silently nodded.

It seemed that this batch of newcomers really included some ruthless individuals.

"These kids, all pretty good."

The instructor guarding the Gravity Room sighed softly, "Improving quickly."

"Then these two from our class, they’re considered latecomers?" Bing Shangxue asked.

"They were just three days late. But these two from your class are quite fierce, the first time and they’re taking two hours!"

This instructor gave a wry smile, "You know the taste inside. An hour is already multiples more uncomfortable than half an hour, and two hours, compared to one hour, the difficulty increases by over tenfold."

"Yes."

This point, Bing Shangxue naturally knew.

"Hopefully these two from your class can withstand it."

The instructor smiled and said, "Others start from half an hour and gradually add more, but these two of yours reversed that, straight up to the maximum time allowed!"

Two hours, exactly enough for either a morning or an afternoon, was the highest limit in the Cultivation Room.

Because they still needed to eat, to move, to recover the blood vessels, meridians, tendons, and muscles.

Cultivation isn’t just about continuously cultivating.

"These two, should be able to withstand it."

Bing Shangxue was full of confidence.

After Fang Che’s breakthrough to Wuzhong, on the first day, he submitted a request to enter the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room.

And this matter was vetoed by some of the middle ranks of the Martial Arts Academy.

"There’s a big suspicion revolving around that matter of Fang Che in Bibo City."

For this reason, Li Changkong and four other instructors personally went to the Martial Arts Academy’s upper levels, and only then was it finally approved.

"Let him in!"

"If so, give him a chance, a thought of turning back, a possibility to change within five years. If not, then we must not hinder a genius’s growth!"

And Supervisor Meng Chizheng was explicitly clear, "As the prestigious Baiyun Martial Academy, can’t we properly teach a child? How narrow-minded, to block the path of advancement over some doubts!"

Huang Yifan also agreed, "Just speaking of achievements is enough, why not let him in."

It wasn’t until this morning that it was finally approved, yet there were still many who insisted on reserving their opinions.

"Every year, each major Martial Arts Academy has scandals of graduates suddenly emerging to be seeds of the Demon Sect; but we must not, because of those one or two, or those dozen, start suspecting millions upon millions of students!"

"If in the future it proves he is an enemy, just cut him down, no mercy needed."

"The mainland grand, why fear the petty?"

So today, when Fang Che said he would enter the Cultivation Room, it was smooth sailing.

He had no idea how much effort the four instructors had expended on this matter.

And Li Changkong and others, wouldn’t tell.

Wu hour and a quarter.

Time was up.

Both Cultivation Rooms’ doors popped open simultaneously.

A stream of pure Spiritual Power surged out, and at the same time, the heavy gravity and Spiritual Energy also vanished.

A moan of extreme pain.

Mo Gan Yun, blood smeared, slowly crawled out of one of the rooms at the pace of a caterpillar.

Only exposing his head, he eagerly asked, "Fang Che left early, didn’t he?"

Before the words ended.

Fang Che walked out of the other room, each step spreading circles of moisture beneath his feet.

Step by step, he approached the stupefied Mo Gan Yun and in surprise said, "Old Mo, why are you lying down?"

Mo Gan Yun covered his own head, "Get lost, I don’t want to see you!"

Fang Che laughed heartily, "Seeing that red band around your forehead, I can’t help but remark, if you meant to surpass me in ground coverage, then you’ve succeeded."

Mo Gan Yun covered his ears not wanting to listen or speak anymore.

But right now, his entire body was limp, truly unable to stand up.

Each bone felt like noodles to him.

Bing Shangxue walked over and asked, "Can you walk on your own?"

Fang Che nodded, "I can."

"Not bad, how much did your cultivation improve?"

"Third Layer!"

Fang Che said satisfied, "Really fast!"

"Not bad."

Bing Shangxue stepped forward, flicked her hand, a rope came out, the noose accurately looped around Mo Gan Yun’s ankle, then she turned around, dragging Mo Gan Yun, walking beside Fang Che.