Game Cultivation World: I'm really playing games

After entering Lingxu Sect, Xue Tianhan was assigned to a disciple residence, and his roommate was a cheerful disciple named Lingfeng.

The first time Ling Feng saw him, he was attracted by his determined face and greeted him enthusiastically, "Brother, you look like you must have been through a lot. From now on, if we support each other, we will definitely make a name for ourselves in this Lingxu Sect!"

Xue Tianhan responded modestly: "I still hope that you can give me more guidance, Senior Brother. I am new here and I don't know a lot. I rely on you for everything."

During his time in the Lingxu Sect, Xue Tianhan was like a stubborn stone, immersed in diligent training from dawn to dusk, seemingly tireless. He was well aware of the dilemma of his spiritual power blockage, and in search of a solution, he often anxiously sought advice from the elders and fellow practitioners, like a lost person groping in the dark.

However, everyone shook their heads and sighed helplessly, and every shake of their heads was like a cold, sharp blade, piercing his heart. But he never gave up. Even if hope seemed slim, he still resolutely searched for that glimmer of hope.

Until one day, while browsing through the vast sea of ​​ancient books in the library, as if the gears of fate had quietly turned, a fragment of a scroll came into view. The yellowed pages of the fragment exuded an old and mysterious aura, like an old man who had slept for a thousand years, quietly telling the secrets of the past.

It contained a long-lost method for channeling spiritual energy. Seeing this, Xue Tianhan felt as if he had suddenly glimpsed a ray of light in the endless darkness. He was instantly overjoyed, as if he had found a treasure. He hurriedly returned to his residence, closed the door to visitors, and plunged headfirst into studying the fragments, his expression so focused that it seemed as if nothing in the world had anything to do with him.

Seeing him so focused, Ling Feng was filled with curiosity. Like a curious baby, he couldn't help but ask, "Xue Tianhan, you've been like a possessed person these past few days. What on earth have you been researching? Have you discovered some incredible and precious technique?"

Xue Tianhan slowly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement, just like the bright stars in the night sky. "I've found a method in ancient books that may solve my spiritual power problem. If it works, my strength will definitely increase greatly. Then, I will definitely impress those who look down on me."

Ling Feng leaned forward, his gaze settling on the fragments. He examined them closely, feeling the technique shrouded in mystery, profound and incomprehensible. Still, he looked at Xue Tianhan with determination, patting his chest and saying, "Although this technique is difficult, I believe your tenacity will lead to success. You're like a butterfly trapped in its cocoon; sooner or later, you'll break free and amaze everyone."

Xue Tianhan followed the instructions in the fragment and began to try to channel his spiritual energy. He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and concentrated, slowly channeling the pitifully weak energy within him.

At first, everything went smoothly, just like leisurely boating on a calm lake. But every time he reached a critical point, there was always a strong resistance like a solid wall, making it difficult for him to move forward.

He tried again and again, sweat rolling down like pearls from a broken string, soon soaking his clothes. He looked as miserable as a drowned chicken, but he still did not give up. The determination in his eyes was like a burning flame, burning more and more vigorously, as if to burn all obstacles in this world to ashes.

However, fate always seemed to like playing tricks on people. Although he tried his best, the result was not surprising. Xue Tianhan still could not recover his spiritual power. It was as if there was a natural chasm blocking him, preventing him from crossing the road to the peak of spiritual power.

Xue Tianhan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of fatigue and loss. The light seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, dim and lifeless, just like a falling meteor.

Seeing this, Ling Feng softly comforted him, "Tianhan, don't be discouraged. This technique has been lost for a long time, so it might be difficult to fully comprehend it right away. But if you try a few more times, there will always be a turning point. Look at the spring bamboo shoots that have just broken through the soil. Didn't they also grow strong and strong after enduring the baptism of wind and rain? As long as you persist, you will succeed one day."

Xue Tianhan nodded slightly but remained silent. He felt mixed emotions, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned.

Day after day, year after year, time flew by like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed. Xue Tianhan was still trapped in the dilemma of being unable to cultivate his spiritual power. Despite his extraordinary talent, he was like a pearl covered in dust. In the eyes of others, he was nothing more than a useless waste, a pitiful person abandoned by fate.

On this day, the sun shone on the sect's martial arts training ground. A group of disciples were practicing martial arts. The spiritual power was shining and the moves were sharp. It was like a gorgeous spiritual power feast.

Xue Tianhan stood aside and watched, his heart full of bitterness, as if he was tasting a glass of bitter wine. The taste was hard to dissipate for a long time, and it was like a fishbone stuck in the throat that he could neither spit out nor swallow.

At this time, several disciples came together. Zhao Yu, the leader, looked disdainful and deliberately raised his voice, saying, "Hey, isn't this Xue Tianhan who can't even cultivate spiritual power? What are you standing here watching? Are you trying to learn how to use spiritual power from our competition? Don't dream. Trash is trash. No matter how much you watch, you won't be able to learn."

His words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing laughter from all around. The laughter pierced Xue Tianhan's heart like a sharp arrow, making his face turn red instantly and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Xue Tianhan bit his lower lip, anger blazing in his heart. Just as he was about to retort, Ling Feng quickly stepped forward, blocking him like a solid fortress, and said, "Zhao Yu, don't go too far. Tianhan has been working hard, and everyone encounters difficulties sometimes. Your sarcasm and ridicule are like a barking dog, which is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Zhao Yu snorted disdainfully, "Effort? After three years of training, you're still a piece of crap with no spiritual power talent. No matter how hard you try, it's all in vain. You'd better not embarrass yourself here and pollute everyone's eyes."

At this moment, Senior Sister Huang Yan came over like a fairy descending to earth. Her face was cold, like the bright moon in a cold night, but her eyes were full of concern, like the warm sun in spring.

She glanced at Xue Tianhan, then said to Zhao Yu, "Zhao Yu, if you had used your free time to cultivate, you wouldn't be embarrassing your fellow disciples here. Your actions are no different from those of that jealous clown."

Zhao Yu's expression changed slightly when he saw Huang Yan. His arrogant attitude seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of cold water. However, he still said stubbornly, "Senior Sister, I am just speaking the truth. People like him should not stay in Lingxu Sect. Keeping him here is a waste of resources."

Huang Yan frowned and scolded, "Shut up! Lingxu Sect has its own reasons for accepting disciples, so how can you judge them? Are you questioning the sect's decision by acting like this? Are you more powerful than the Sect Master?"

Zhao Yu and others were intimidated by Huang Yan's aura and left in disgrace. Their backs looked like a group of mice running away with their tails between their legs.

Huang Yan turned to look at Xue Tianhan and asked softly, "Tianhan, are you okay?"

Xue Tianhan raised his head, looked at his senior sister, and said gratefully, "Thank you for helping me out. I'm fine, but I'm really worried about this spiritual power thing. I'm like a bird trapped in a cage, longing to break free and soar into the sky."

Huang Yan sighed slightly. "I know you're feeling depressed, but cultivation can't be rushed, and you shouldn't be affected by others' words. I've heard that there's a spiritual spring deep in the back mountains of Lingxu Sect. The water there might be helpful for spiritual cultivation. You might want to go explore it."

But you must remember that the depths of the mountain are filled with dangers, like a den of dragons and tigers. Be careful. If you encounter danger, return quickly and don't try to be brave."

Xue Tianhan's eyes lit up, as if she saw a glimmer of hope in the darkness: "Really? Senior Sister, thank you for telling me this. I'll go right away."

After saying this, he resolutely walked towards the back mountain. His back showed determination and resoluteness, like a warrior about to embark on a journey.

Along the way, his heart was filled with anticipation for the spiritual spring, as if he was about to go on a grand date, while at the same time he was also alert to the possible dangers lurking around him.

As soon as he stepped into the back mountain, a strong and almost tangible spiritual energy hit him in the face, which lifted his spirits, as if a refreshing rain had arrived in his dry heart.

However, looking around, I saw only towering ancient trees with lush branches and leaves that almost blocked out all the light. The eerie and terrifying atmosphere was everywhere, as if I were in a dark magic world.

He took cautious steps, lifting and lowering each step lightly, for fear of disturbing this quiet yet dangerous world. His cautious appearance was like a deer walking on thin ice.

Suddenly, an earth-shaking roar broke the silence, and a huge monster with a ferocious aura rushed out from the woods like black lightning.

It opened its bloody mouth, revealing fangs as sharp as knives, and waved its claws in the air, causing a whistling sound. It pounced straight towards Xue Tianhan with its fangs and claws, as if it wanted to eat him alive. Xue Tianhan was scared to death.

Xue Tianhan was shocked and his heart instantly rose to his throat, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

But his years of training made his body react instinctively. He quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the monster's fatal blow like a nimble swallow. His posture was light and agile, just like a nimble dancer.

At the same time, he quickly mobilized the pitifully weak energy within his body, trying to muster a shred of strength to resist. He knew his own limitations, and now he could only rely on the agility he had painstakingly honed to fight the monster. It was like a lone warrior facing off against a ferocious beast. Despite the disparity in strength, he refused to retreat.

During the fierce fight, Xue Tianhan's eyes were fixed on the monster's every move, not missing a single detail. Gradually, he discovered the pattern of the monster's attacks. After each ferocious attack, it would pause for a very short time, as if adjusting its posture to prepare for the next round of more fierce attacks.

Xue Tianhan's heart stirred, and a bold idea flashed through his mind, like a flash of inspiration. He took a deep breath and decided to take a risk, the determination in his eyes like a burning torch.

He bent his legs slightly, gathering strength like a compressed spring. The moment the monster paused, he charged at it like an arrow. His eyes gleamed with determination as he unleashed the techniques he'd painstakingly practiced for countless days and nights.

Although he had no spiritual power, he relied on his tenacious will and precise control of strength to concentrate all his strength on his fists.