C9 Entering the Bitter Cultivation Stage

Artificial training.

Jun Feng opened his mouth but did not say anything. Jun Ling walked around Jun Feng and walked out. Jun Feng looked at the thin figure for a long time without moving. After a long time, Jun Feng smiled helplessly. It seemed like he had underestimated Jun Ling's heart. Others might not understand, but he knew very well that although his younger brother could not cultivate, however, in terms of intelligence and martial arts, Jun Feng felt that he was inferior to Jun Ling. It seemed that Jun Ling was very confident. Otherwise, he would not have made such a puzzling move.

Soon, this matter was spread to Jun Tiannan and Lau Ruyan's ears. At night, Jun Tiannan placed his palms on the tables on both sides of the hall. He frowned and looked at Jun Feng. "Why didn't you stop Ling from participating in the Family Competition? How could he participate in the Family Competition with his current body?"

Lau Ruyan also nodded at the side and said, "Ling's body has just recovered, but I feel that since he wants to participate so badly, give him a chance to train." When Jun Tiannan heard this, he deliberated for a moment and still said with some hesitation, "But this time, if he loses again, it will be a blow to his disposition."

"It won't."

Jun Feng smiled meaningfully and said, "Brother is very confident. I don't think he made the decision on impulse. When he made this decision, he must have thought of the consequences of losing. Anyway, he would not kill anyone in the family competition. It was good to train his brother. He was not interested in doing business, so he could only be biased. He had made his path of cultivation go dark. As the saying went, a dead horse would be a doctor for horses! I believe in him."

Jun Tiannan and Lau Ruyan looked at each other when they heard Jun Feng's words. Immediately, the two of them nodded and seemed to agree.

"This old man agrees to let Jun Ling participate in the Family Competition!"

At this moment, a thunderous voice suddenly sounded from outside the door. The person who came in was a white-haired old man. The old man's sideburns were graying in front of his forehead. He was wearing a large purple-gold robe and was walking in a majestic manner. He had his hands behind his back and had a proud expression on his face. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and there were a few people from the Jun family following behind this old man.

When they saw the old man, Jun Tiannan and the other two old men, they stood up and greeted, "Old Ancestor." This man was one of the two remaining old ancestors of the Jun family, Jun Jiushan. He was a true origin realm expert. In a place like the Desolate Town, he was a true origin realm expert. The origin realm is the highest level of existence.

"En."

That Jun Jiushan only gave a faint En. His eyes only slightly glanced at the three of them. He went straight to Jun Tiannan's seat and sat down. His voice was indifferent as he said, "The Family Competition will be in half a month's time. Since your son has already registered... Then let him go! However, the family would never provide him with any help this time. If there was still no change in his view this time... It's time for you, Jun Tiannan, to consider it."

"Is he a genius or a useless person?! We'll know after the Family Competition! There's no need to discuss this matter anymore. If he's trash, you'll be in charge of all his expenses in the future. It has nothing to do with the Jun family! "

Jun Jiushan's words caused Jun Tiannan and the other two to have a drastic change of expression. At the same time, at the corner of the hall's door, Jun Ling's figure was standing there. He had just come to find his parents, but he didn't expect to hear such a conversation.

Speaking of which, he could also understand Jun Jiushan. Given the family's ability to deal with a person who couldn't cultivate, eleven years of support was already considered not bad, but Jun Jiushan's idea wasn't too biased. However, for Jun Tiannan's family, it was necessary for them to give up on their son. It's a great deal of pain and torture for both the mind and the body.

Standing at the corner, Jun Ling bit his lips, and a strong fighting spirit emerged in his heart. A determined look appeared on his young face. He suddenly turned around and quietly disappeared around the corner. The Family Competition would be held in half a month's time. At that time, it would be an eye-opener for these people.

He went to his room and took a pen to write a letter. Then, he went to Jun Tiannan's room in a roundabout way. He placed the letter on the table and disappeared into the vast darkness of the night. All of this was done quietly without anyone noticing.

At this time, the dark street was covered with snow. Jun Ling once again came to the pine forest behind the mountain where he had been cultivating in the cold wind. It was still the same pine tree that stood tall and straight despite the fierce wind. The traces of his cultivation had long been covered by snow.

Taking off his down jacket, he sat cross-legged and circulated the Grand Void Vast Firmament Spell slowly. The Yuan Power between the heavens and the earth slowly merged into Jun Ling's limbs and bones. He had already forgotten about the time when he sat down.

Only by cultivating this Grand Void Vast Firmament Spell would one know the profoundness of this technique. Not only was it easy to cultivate, but with the help of that strange spiritual lotus, Jun Ling's cultivation speed had already surpassed most people.

The next morning, in the open space in the pine forest behind the mountain, a young man was topless. The lines of his muscles were very smooth, as if every muscle contained explosive strength. The red-haired young man, whose upper body was frozen, gritted his teeth. Dozens of thick tree trunks stood tall. The youth stepped on the tree stump with nimble fist shadows, and every step he took accurately stepped on the tree stump. Each punch could make the air howl.

At night, he would crawl into the pine tree and lean on it to rest. When he woke up early in the morning to continue his cultivation, Jun Ling carried a huge rock on his back after dawn. The black stone was cold as it was carried on his back. His legs were separated as he squatted to stabilize his lower body. Beads of sweat fell from his face into the snow, and soon turned into ice crystals. After persisting for ten hours, he kicked the ground with the tip of his foot and landed on the tree stump. He carried a big stone on his back and tied it to his back with vines. The weight of the huge stone made it difficult for him to move. However, he still gritted his teeth and held on.

In order not to waste every day of cultivation time, Jun Ling always carried a few wild fruits with him. When he was hungry, he would eat wild fruits to fill his stomach. When he was thirsty, he would eat snow to drink. The result of such high-pressure training was immediate. On the afternoon of the fourth day, he successfully broke through to the fourth level of the Profound Stage. Every time Jun Ling finished training, he would be so tired that he would lie in the snow, and when he rested at night, he would hang on a pine tree.

With the sound of the wind as the signal, but when the cold wind blew, it was the time for Jun Ling to get up and cultivate. On the fifth day, the huge rock could no longer satisfy Jun Ling's cultivation. He found another four huge rocks and tied them tightly to his hands and feet with vines.

Each punch was equivalent to pulling the huge rock behind him. In the beginning, Jun Ling could not even move the huge rock. He could only use his body to pull the huge rocks and walk in the open space. When his body gradually got used to it, slowly, he began to practice the Swimming Cloud Fist Technique. He let out a shout and his face turned red. The vines left a blood red mark on his body, causing the vines to be stained with blood. Every punch was like a thorny whip.

Such a training method had been going on for half a month. Whether it was the cold wind or the heavy snow, every day of training had achieved the goal that they had been limited to, and the training volume had been increasing day by day.