Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 552: Nora’s Training

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, just beyond the veil, on the holy land, Nora had adjusted a fair bit to her current status. Although she was still branded a slave, she was not like the others. After all, she had been handpicked by the heir of a virtue family.

She only had one duty, and that was to absorb as much as she could. Apart from the regular cultivation books that Eunid was aware of, Old Fang also did other things in secret. Such as today. Nora was led into a particular room underneath the estate by Old Fang. This place was so ancient and inaccessible to normal people that the only way to see within was to use a regular candle. Old Fang explained that runed candles or any other form of light would not work here.

The atmosphere was misty and oppressively robust. The air was thick with an ancient, almost malevolent energy that pressed down on Nora, making her feel small and vulnerable. The walls were lined with strange, archaic symbols, barely visible in the dim light of the candle.

"Where are we?" Nora asked, her voice echoing slightly in the confined space.@@@@

Old Fang smiled, his teeth glinting eerily in the candlelight. "The Deligence family is the toughest of all the families, and because of their virtue of diligence, the more diligent they are, the tougher they become. The old ancestors of the family invented the most chaotic, painful, and stubborn means of training, even employing forbidden strategies from the demons. And this is that place."

He gestured around the room, the shadows dancing ominously. "This place is divided into seven levels leading down into the earth. Each level has seven sub-levels."

As he spoke, he walked around the room, and Nora followed him closely. The oppressive atmosphere grew thicker with each step. She was so focused on Old Fang’s words and the strange environment that she didn’t notice the hole in front of her until it was too late. With a swift, unexpected movement, Old Fang pushed her into the hole.

Nora’s scream echoed through the darkness as she fell, the candlelight flickering out above her. The fall seemed to last forever, the air rushing past her ears. She landed with a thud on a hard, uneven surface, the impact knocking the breath out of her.

Gasping for air, she looked around, but the darkness was impenetrable. Her body ached from the fall, and the oppressive atmosphere seemed even more suffocating down here. She could hear faint, eerie whispers in the darkness, the voices of those who had suffered in this place before her.

Old Fang’s voice echoed down from above, calm and unyielding. "This is where your true training begins, Nora. Remember, diligence is the key. The tougher you are, the stronger you will become."

Nora shivered, fear and determination warring within her.

Old Fang’s voice reached her from above, "We will start slow..." As he said this, Nora could hear hissing sounds coming from all around her. The oppressive darkness seemed to close in even tighter, and her heart raced as the eerie noises grew louder.

Old Fang nodded, explaining, "This is a 1,000-year-old green spirit ginseng root. You will be allowed to eat three daily, plucked right from the soil. You will eat everything, including the clay around it."

Nora was shocked by his words, but there was no room to argue with him. Besides, for a reason she did not understand, there was a deep hunger within her. If not for the terrible pain and her aversion to the sight of scorpions, she was almost on the verge of eating them too. Immediately, she dug in. However, Old Fang smacked her hands and pointed to the cutlery set.

"We will not forfeit etiquette in the pursuit of strength."

She nodded and did as he instructed. The ancient ginseng root was gnarled and covered in a thick layer of clay. It tasted earthy and bitter, each bite filling her mouth with a gritty texture. But she chewed methodically, using the cutlery with as much grace as she could muster, else a beating from old fang would follow.

The ginseng root, though unappetizing, seemed to fill her with a strange, revitalizing energy. She could feel its ancient power coursing through her veins, mingling with the pain from the scorpion stings. Her body was a battlefield of sensations, each one vying for dominance.

Old Fang watched her closely, his expression unreadable. He knew the importance of this training, the necessity of the pain and the strength it would forge within her. As she ate, he nodded approvingly, seeing her determination despite the torment she had endured.

When she finished, Old Fang took the empty plate and placed it aside. "Rest now," he said. "You will need your strength for the next level."

Nora nodded, feeling the exhaustion pull at her eyelids. She lay down on the hard ground, her body still aching. What she did not know was that the Ginseng had already began its work in her body.

Old fang knew how this worked. He had read and researched a lot just for her sake. The cauldron was broken. but that did not mean that what was left of it could not be strengthened.

And that was his goal. He was going to push her on the path of growth the only way he was confident would help her the most, and that was through the hard way.

First came the breakdown and then the heal, and then the break down again, and then the heal. He hoped that somehow, he was going to strengthen her enough that she would be able to take back what was stolen from her.

After all, Danger Builds the Senses and builds the success of the Cultivator.