Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

As we walked through courtyards and pavilions, across streams and over bridges, and through gates, we saw many servants and maids busy at work.

When the servants and maids saw Steward Qiu, they all stopped what they were doing, bowed, and greeted him.

Steward Qiu was used to the respectful greetings from the servants and maids, so he simply nodded in response and continued walking for a quarter of an hour before stopping in front of a towering pagoda that seemed to pierce the clouds.

Zhou Qingfeng had noticed this tower long ago.

Because it is so conspicuous, there is no building taller than this tower in the entire Sword Tower City.

Butler Qiu pushed open the tower door and entered, followed closely by the others.

Upon entering, one is greeted by rows of training rooms.

Butler Qiu said with an arrogant expression, "This tower is a white bone foundation tower, forged from the souls, bones, and flesh of billions of living beings, and has many magical uses."

"Firstly, the White Bone Foundation Tower is divided into thirty-six levels, each of which hides a world."

“The beings of the thirty-six realms nourish the white bones day and night to build the pagoda.”

"No one can enter the world without Madam personally opening the gates."

"Secondly, the concentration of turbid air varies on each floor of this tower. The first floor has twice the concentration of turbid air from the outside, the second floor has twice the concentration, and so on, with the thirty-sixth floor having thirty-six times the concentration."

"Countless wandering cultivators outside are desperate to enter the tower to cultivate, but they are all turned away. You will be appreciated and cultivated by the lady, and in the future, you will have the opportunity to take important positions in the first family before you will be qualified to enter the tower to cultivate."

"Although you can only cultivate on the first level, it is still an unparalleled honor and glory."

At this point, Butler Qiu paused deliberately, intending to encourage everyone, and said, "Remember this, my family doesn't care about background, only ability."

"As long as you are capable enough and make great contributions to my family in the future, you may be adopted by the madam and granted permission to leave the manor to create your own family."

"Both Young Master Ma and Young Master Mao are adopted sons of the Madam and were originally servants, but they have already established their own families. With these two young masters as role models, you should all take them as examples."

Upon hearing this, everyone was excited and immediately expressed their loyalty: "Madam has nurtured us, and her kindness is like giving us a second life. We will definitely cultivate diligently, make contributions to the First Family, and give our lives for her."

Zhou Qingfeng lowered his head, lost in thought. He felt that there was a reason why the first family was able to build a magnificent city where humans gathered in this evil world full of demons and monsters, and why it still exists today.

Leaving aside the higher and farther examples, let's just talk about the first family's dedication to cultivating their servants. They didn't limit themselves to bloodlines, but treated talented servants as their own people and provided them with ample opportunities for advancement.

With such preferential treatment, anyone who isn't inherently rebellious would do their best to serve the first family.

After a short while, and once everyone had processed what he had said, Butler Qiu continued, "From today onwards, each of you may enter the tower to cultivate for three hours every day. This is a special permission granted by Madam."

"A skill assessment will be conducted one month from now."

"The person who wins first place in this assessment will be rewarded."

"I also want to tell you something else: Madam will be observing this magic assessment. I won't say more, you know how important this assessment is for yourselves, so work hard at your cultivation."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up. It would be extremely prestigious for the lady to be there to observe. If they could stand out in this magic assessment, their chances of staying on after a year would definitely increase significantly.

Butler Qiu said, "Zhou Qingfeng."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your humble servant is here."

Butler Qiu smiled and patted Zhou Qingfeng on the shoulder, encouraging him, "Qingfeng, out of so many people, I have the most faith in you. Keep it up. I'm leaving now. You should cultivate diligently."

Zhou Qingfeng: "..."

Butler Qiu's repeated public discrimination has undoubtedly put Zhou Qingfeng in the spotlight.

After Butler Qiu left the White Bone Foundation Building Tower.

Everyone stared coldly at Zhou Qingfeng, regarding him as a formidable enemy. Some even suspected that Zhou Qingfeng might be the illegitimate son of Steward Qiu, who had been living away from home; otherwise, why would Steward Qiu be so biased towards him?

Facing the crowd, Zhou Qingfeng tried to ease tensions, so he smiled slightly and said, "Fellow colleagues..."

Before he could finish speaking, the crowd dispersed and found a training room to practice their spells. No one wanted to hear what Zhou Qingfeng had to say; they were just deliberately trying to embarrass him. There was no need to curry favor with him. In their eyes, Zhou Qingfeng was only half a step ahead of them, and they would just let him beat them down if they had the chance.

After all, they are a group of teenagers, at the age when they are full of courage and fighting spirit. Without a real fight, who can convince whom?

Seeing this, Zhou Qingfeng frowned, knowing that he had become the target of everyone's criticism and that he would inevitably be ostracized and isolated in the future.

There may even be a constant stream of troubles.

This was not what I wanted.

Unfortunately, the current situation is no longer what I wanted.

Rather, the situation forced him to grit his teeth and move forward.

I must remove all obstacles and continue to fight for the top position and resources.

Otherwise, life will probably be very difficult in the future.

Zhou Qingfeng remained calm, quickly adapting to the changing situation, and turned to choose a training room as well.

Upon entering the practice room, all that came into view was a simple futon, nothing else.

Zhou Qingfeng casually closed the door, sat cross-legged on the futon, and took out a magic manual from his bosom to study it carefully.

[The Mind-Bound and Restless Chapter of Turbid-Level Techniques.]

This technique originates from one of the sixty aspects of the mind in the Mahavairocana Sutra.

[Let anger fuel a fighting spirit, and greed fuel a galloping will.]

Once the Mind Monkey is refined, it will possess the divine strength of 108,000 jin and the power to control rage.

[Once the Will Horse is trained, it will possess the power to travel a thousand miles in a day and eight hundred miles at night.]

However, it is difficult to control one's restless mind. If your will is not strong enough, at best you will lose control of your mind and act recklessly, and at worst you will be devoured by your restless mind and degenerate into a demon.

Therefore, you must have a steadfast mind to subdue your wandering thoughts, only then can you control your mind freely.

"What a wonderful Mind-Bound Technique! To rank it first among the turbid-level spells, it is indeed extraordinary."

Zhou Qingfeng was both surprised and delighted.

According to the detailed description in the magic manual, the power of the "mind wandering" technique seems to be beyond imagination.

It was absolutely terrifying.

However, it also places extremely high demands on the mental state of the practitioner.

If one has a bad temperament and weak will, practicing mental exercises is tantamount to courting death.

If one's mind suddenly becomes uncontrollable when facing an enemy, it would be a catastrophic disaster.

Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng was still very confident in his will.

As a high school student living in a civilized modern society, with living parents and the sole heir to a family fortune of hundreds of millions, I have a vast world to explore and a bright future ahead, with a colorful life ahead.

However, they somehow ended up in a terrifying, hellish world of monsters.

Having endured a 200-mile journey of famine, suffering from hunger and cannibalism, and escaping death from the jaws of ghosts, zombies, and snake demons, I have come this far and seen more dead people than living people.

I wouldn't say my will is as strong as iron after countless trials, but it is certainly exceptionally firm.

"I've been accumulating a lot of anger!" Zhou Qingfeng muttered to himself.

Following the method described in the manual, he sat cross-legged and practiced the Mind-Bound Technique.

Rage takes form, magic power shapes the body, and in this way, a fighting spirit monkey can be forged.

After several attempts, all ended in failure.

He had more than enough anger to instantly condense into the shape of a monkey.

However, because he had just entered the Turbid Realm and had too little magical power, he failed to reshape his body with magical power every time.

"What should I do? My own magical power is insufficient, which is a major weakness."