A Guide to Rehabilitation of Broken Love in the Cultivation World

Chapter 58
Although something went wrong in the middle of the process, I finally successfully completed all the training plans on the first day.

The growth rate of true qi in the upper dantian can be seen with the naked eye, which also greatly increased my confidence.

Great, it looks like I'm off to a good start!

But I don't want to be satisfied with this, because I can feel that I still have room for improvement.

Especially when my body gradually adapted to the severe cold in the ice pool, my heart began to stir again.

At the beginning, for the sake of safety, I will prepare some protective measures before entering the water to prevent the danger of the first night from reappearing.

But then I found that after I took protective measures, the time I could sustain in the ice pool became shorter, and once I was even directly frozen and passed out.

When I woke up I started thinking what was wrong.

Obviously my cultivation base is stronger, both physically and mentally I have become more experienced, and I have made sufficient preparations, but why did the final result regress instead?
With all distractions out, I set my sights on the only possible answer.

— those protective measures.

It was those protections that made me weak.

Death is both my enemy and my most loyal ally.

It will take my life, but at the same time, it will also stimulate all the potential in my body, and the closer to the last moment, the stronger I will be.

Unprecedentedly powerful, it seems to have broken through the layers of confinement imposed by the creator, becoming unstoppable!

After realizing this, I quickly made changes, threw away all protective measures, and even tied iron bars to my calves to make it more difficult to get ashore.

And when I do, it works surprisingly well.

My cultivation base is skyrocketing at an incredible speed!It took only seventeen days, just seventeen days, I successfully broke through to the late stage of foundation establishment, three days earlier than planned.

In the past, I actually couldn't understand those monks who were engaged in extreme sports.

Why are they so obsessed with a game that might kill them.

And these games have indeed killed many of them. Even if they have made all the preparations and have rich experience, as long as they embark on the journey, there is always a 5.00% probability that they will be killed.

This 5.00% cannot be changed by humans and is an unpredictable risk.

But it is precisely because of the existence of this 5.00% that makes those sports so attractive.

The feeling of walking between life and death, brushing shoulders with death again and again, is like looking directly into the eyes of fate, and then mocking it.

The refreshing feeling in it is more addictive than opium, once you get it, it is very difficult to quit.

I am no exception.

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In these more than 100 days, of course, the challenges I have encountered are not limited to being almost frozen to death in the ice pool. In fact, after the next fifty days, my body has been treating me in various ways. protest.

Reminds me that its load has reached its limit.

I only slept for less than two hours a day, and almost stopped for the rest of the time, because the lack of sleep kept my brain groggy.

In an effort to get my head going again, I decided to cut my meals in half and starve to stay awake.

And the result of this is that I can't get enough nutrients to make up for the high-intensity consumption at the end of the day.

In just two months, I lost more than [-] kilograms of weight.

The whole person has lost a lot of weight, and there will be low-grade fever, stomach pain and inexplicable nausea from time to time, not to mention the frostbite all over the body.

But I never stopped for a day.

Even though my stomach hurts so much that I can barely walk, I still tightly hold Qingyun in my hand and never let go.

Susu helped me a lot during this period.

She has always been by my side, encouraging me, comforting me, giving me strength, and saving me again and again when I was dying.

I also get confused sometimes.

When we say we love someone, do we love the person themselves, or the illusion they project in our hearts?
I used to think that what I loved was Susu, a real person.

But now she has left me, leaving me and a lot of long memories.

I suddenly found that I seemed to be able to answer the previous question of the little brother.

The reason why we like another person is because of certain qualities in her or him, such as outstanding appearance, gentle temper, money, sense of justice...or even simply because he looks handsome when playing games.

We are attracted to each other because of these qualities and come together.

However, traits are lost.

As time goes by, no matter how good-looking a beauty is, she will age, her skin will sag, her teeth will fall out, her gentle temper may be wiped out by daily chores, and a rich person may become impoverished overnight due to a failed venture. penniless...

Then what is it that maintains a relationship at this time?
Or what is the so-called loyalty in love.

The force that pulls you in the dark and makes you unable to let go, I think it is probably the memories you have been together.

They are so beautiful.

The people living in it are always sunny, gentle, and will never grow old. They love you wholeheartedly and tolerate all your shortcomings unconditionally.

So warm and kind.

Maybe we love them from the beginning, not the ordinary and fragile mortals like us in reality.

After trying to understand this point, I felt a sense of inexplicable relief, but also felt a little sad in my heart for some reason.

But soon, I shook my head and drove these messy thoughts out of my mind.

Continue to raise the sword and practice swinging.

Besides Susu, there was another person who was by my side.

That is the rice thief. Since that day, she started to eat again, and her body is also recovering.

She recovered very quickly. She was able to go to the ground in three days, started running and jumping in a week, and returned to the speed she was proud of before in a month.

I couldn't catch it anymore, but her big bald tail never fluffed up again, and the reddish-brown fur now looked gray and lost its former luster.

After recovering from her injury, she didn't leave me and return to nature, but just stayed in my hut.

Every time I serve porridge, I will give her some, and when I practice swords, she will often watch from the sidelines, jump on the nearby stones, and stare at me intently.

Sometimes when the weather is nice, she will run into the woods.

The first few times I thought she would never come back again, but when the sun went down, I could always see her figure again, with some wild flowers and fruits in her mouth, probably to give me as a thank you gift.

At this time, I usually reach out and touch her head and belly.

After two months together I decided to name her.

After all, it is always a bit unpleasant to call the rice thief stealing rice thief.

I looked at her, and after thinking for a long time, I said, "Why don't I call you Mickey Mouse? You see, we met because you stole my rice. I know you are not a mouse, but your current appearance compares to yours. The tree-rats of my species are indeed more like mice."

(End of this chapter)