Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

On the eve of setting off on a mission as arduous as climbing a towering mountain, Jun Luochuan knew that the team was like a giant ship about to set sail, and needed a more powerful engine and a more robust structure. So, a special pre-departure training was launched in the mysterious and secluded secret base behind the sect, as intense as boiling oil.

As the first rays of morning sunlight, like a golden sword, pierced the heavy night, Jun Luochuan led his team members with firm steps to the training ground. Here, the mountain wind roared like a raging lion, and the jagged rocks resembled ferocious beasts, as if nature, the cruel examiner, had carefully set up natural obstacles to test their will and abilities.

"This special training is our final sprint before departure, a crucial battle that will determine our life or death! Everyone, give it your all, be as resilient as steel, and as fiery as flames!" Jun Luochuan's voice was firm and powerful, resounding through the deep valley like the beat of war drums, shaking people's hearts.

The team members' eyes shone brightly, like burning torches, and they responded in unison, "Yes, Captain!" Their voices were so uniform that they seemed to pierce the clouds and shake the heavens.

The first thing to do was extreme physical training. Everyone carried heavy, mountain-like stones and ran with all their might on a steep, almost vertical mountain path. Zhao Gang was panting heavily, his breath like a howling wind, but his steps were as if nailed to the ground, never stopping. He shouted in his heart, "I can't let the team down, even if it means my own death!" Lin Yu's usual gentle and delicate demeanor had vanished without a trace. She gritted her teeth, her face resolute, and struggled forward, like a delicate flower that refused to yield in a storm.

Next came the practice of spell precision. Sun Xiao was completely focused, his eyes gleaming like lightning, trying to hit the distant, elusive target with the accuracy of a bullet fired from a gun. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like pearls from a broken string. Li Meng, on the other hand, continuously increased the speed and intensity of his defensive spells, his muscles taut like a fully drawn bowstring, veins bulging like writhing earthworms.

While Zhou Yue was undergoing intensive training in healing spells, her hands moving like butterflies, she also had to constantly replenish the energy of other team members and treat injuries caused by fatigue, just like a diligent gardener carefully nurturing each seedling.

Jun Luochuan observed everyone's performance with the keen eye of an eagle, offering precise guidance and stern corrections from time to time. "Zhao Gang, pay attention to your breathing, maintain your rhythm, and don't lose your composure!" "Lin Yu, the concentration of your spell needs to be even faster, as swift as lightning!"

At lunchtime, everyone sat together, exhausted. Although their bodies felt drained, the atmosphere was as warm as a burning bonfire.

"This special training is simply hellish torture. I feel like I'm being torn to pieces," Sun Xiao said weakly, his face contorted in pain.

"Hmph, if you can't even endure this little bit of hardship, how can you talk about completing a difficult task, or how can you survive on the edge of life and death?" Jun Luochuan glared at him, his gaze as cold as the wind on a cold night, making one shiver.

"That's right, that's right! We can't be cowardly deserters and back down." Zhou Yue encouraged everyone with a smile, her smile as warm as the spring sun, warming everyone's hearts.

The afternoon training was even more brutal, like purgatory, a severe test of teamwork—simulated combat. Facing wave after wave of powerful virtual enemies, the team members cooperated closely, like interlocking fingers, gradually finding a tacit understanding.

Zhao Gang charged ahead like a brave and fearless vanguard general, each swing of his weapon carrying overwhelming force. Li Meng stood guard nearby, forming an impenetrable fortress, impenetrable no matter how fierce the enemy's attacks. Lin Yu unleashed ranged magic attacks from afar, the light from her spells as dazzling as shooting stars, each strike carrying deadly power. Sun Xiao, with keen eyes and ears, observed the situation and commanded with composure, like a strategist in the army. Zhou Yue, meanwhile, provided timely healing from the rear, her healing spells like a warm spring breeze, soothing every wound.

"Enemy attack from the left!" Sun Xiao shouted, his voice like a sharp alarm, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.

Li Meng reacted swiftly, his hands moving rapidly to instantly create a defensive barrier as solid as a mountain, blocking all of the enemy's attacks.

"Lin Yu, deliver the fatal blow!" Zhao Gang roared, his voice booming like thunder, filled with boundless power.

The magical light in Lin Yu's hand erupted instantly, like dazzling fireworks. Enemies fell one after another under this powerful attack, like harvested wheat stalks.

The day's intensive training ended in sweat and exhaustion. Everyone collapsed to the ground as if their bones had been removed, but their eyes were filled with unwavering determination and anticipation for the future.

However, just as they were preparing to rest and regroup, Jun Luochuan, with a grave expression, brought an even more severe and terrifying challenge...

End of this chapter