Chapter 10: The Acting Method

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At dawn, as the sky just began to brighten, sunlight filtered softly through the mist into the room.

With the heavy tolling of the bell echoing throughout the Tiger Sha Sect, Fang Can turned over and rose from his bed.

He yawned lightly and was surprised to find that the bloodied fist he had the night before was now stopped bleeding and scabbed over.

‘Is this the effect of Talent 2? The lower the health, the faster the recovery. I wonder what the limit of this talent is?’ Fang Can speculated.

After washing up with the daily supplies he had bought yesterday, Fang Can headed straight to the dining hall, ate a few simple bites, then returned to the training hall.

Unlike yesterday’s clamor, the training hall was exceptionally quiet in the early morning.

It was not that the hall was empty, but rather that all the disciples were sitting quietly cross-legged on the floor, like students waiting for a lecture.

‘What’s going on?’ Fang Can was momentarily puzzled, then mingled with the crowd and found a spot to sit cross-legged.

“Hey, brother, what’s the situation here?” Fang Can casually tugged at a refined-looking fellow disciple beside him, someone who seemed approachable.

“Just entered the sect? You don’t know?” The man looked at Fang Can’s youthful face with surprise, noting that although he appeared young, he was clearly past the age of serious martial training.

“Yes, my name is Fang Can; I just joined yesterday,” Fang Can did not deny it.

Despite his surprise at the age, the man replied, “A few days ago, Instructor Yang informed us that a steward who graduated from the training hall would return to give us a lecture.”

“That steward is almost on the verge of breaking through to the Second Realm beyond the Mortal Body. If he truly transcends the mortal body and steps into the second martial realm, he could easily take on the role of hallmaster.”

The speaker’s eyes shone with fervor, clearly captivated by the allure of higher martial realms.

Hearing this, Fang Can suppressed his urge to train and quietly waited with the others in the training hall.

As more disciples arrived, the entire training ground’s bluestone floor was packed with over a thousand seated quietly, awaiting the arrival of the so-called steward.

Not long after, just over ten minutes, a sudden stirring of the soul arose simultaneously in everyone present.

Fang Can felt as if a giant hand was gripping his heart tightly, making his breath heavy, as though he had been singled out by the apex predator of the food chain.

“He’s out. This is definitely the outward manifestation of a will on the verge of breaking the mortal body barrier,” the refined disciple beside Fang Can murmured.

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Noticing Fang Can’s puzzled gaze, the disciple explained with a hint of pride, “The so-called ‘will manifestation’ means that as the mortal body is gradually transcended, your newly formed flesh and blood will begin to integrate your consciousness.”

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