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第八十二章 勇气之试炼

It was the body of Jia Xiuyuan.

Three months had passed, and something unusual began to manifest in his body. Unlike normal flesh and blood, it seemed more like a withered tree, turning yellowish-brown. Li Fan kicked at it, and the sound echoed like kicking wood.

At this moment, a voice came from behind Li Fan.

"This is just a puppet; not his true form. This is Jia Xiuyuan's usual tactic. There's no need for you to be surprised."

Li Fan turned around and saw that the speaker was also an Air Condensing Realm cultivator.

He bowed respectfully: "Thank you, friend, for your guidance. Are you from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance?"

The man nodded: "Indeed, my name is Chen An, and I've been a member of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance for over thirty years."

"I am Li Fan. From what you said, it seems like you know Jia Xiuyuan quite well?"

Chen An smiled: "Not particularly familiar, but after living on the island for so long, one knows some things."

"For instance, Chen An runs a general store called 'Thousand Mile Hall' where he sells everything. It's rumored that his business has official backing from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, and occasionally, he can sell good items."

"Besides, he often engages in intelligence work but never puts himself at risk; always using puppets as a front."

Hearing this, Li Fan nodded slowly: "So, greedy for wealth and afraid of death? That makes sense."

Chen An laughed heartily: "Friend, you've summed it up perfectly! Greedy for wealth and afraid of death aptly describe Jia Xiuyuan!"

After the laughter, Chen An suddenly said: "Earlier when I was copying techniques in the library, I noticed everyone would take breaks after a while. They'd rest to conserve their strength before continuing. But you didn't stop at all for three months. I greatly admire your dedication."

"But what's the deeper meaning behind this? If we only consider speed, surely you wouldn't be able to match those who took regular breaks due to fatigue."

"Could you enlighten me?" Chen An asked humbly.

Li Fan pondered briefly before speaking: "I can’t say there’s a deep meaning. It was just an instinctual feeling."

"The first test, as Qin Tang said, is about 'concentration.'"

"Concentration means focusing without distraction. Only when one isn't disturbed by anything external can they be truly focused. Does fatigue count as a distraction? If you stop because of it, does that mean you're no longer ‘focused’?"

"Just my humble opinion; take it for what it's worth."

Li Fan modestly said.

Chen An seemed deep in thought after hearing this.

Without saying more, Li Fan returned to the room to rest.

The next day, Qin Tang did not appear again. The others didn't dare to wander around and waited patiently inside the building.

On the third morning, Qin Tang appeared before them, swaying as he drank from a bottle of wine.

"Fine wine! Fine wine!"

He belched loudly, then looked around at the cultivators with narrowed eyes.

"The second test begins today!"

"This time, I will test your courage!"

"In this long journey to immortality, there are countless hardships. Do you have the courage to face them all?"

Qin Tang smiled slightly as everyone's faces turned to each other in confusion.

A bold person stepped forward and took a step into the sea. The water instantly froze, holding him steady.

The man was elated and walked further until he disappeared from sight.

The rest rushed into the sea, eager not to be outdone.

Li Fan noticed that Bai Li尘 also entered the sea.

However, Sīkōng Yí remained by the shore, hesitating to move.

Li Fan paid no mind and focused his mind as he stepped onto the ice.

Underfoot, the ice formed, but the others were nowhere to be seen.

On this vast expanse of ocean, Li Fan was alone in an instant.

He walked steadily forward, with the sun rising and setting overhead, unaware how much time passed.

The scenery before him remained unchanged; the sea seemed endless. Even though he knew the answer beforehand, his heart still felt a sense of helplessness and doubt.

At this moment, Li Fan could feel the ice beneath his feet gradually thinning.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed away his doubts and continued resolutely forward.

The ice underfoot thickened again.

This second test was about 'courage.'

Not only facing external challenges but also confronting one's inner fears.

Walking for what felt like an eternity on this endless sea, Li Fan wondered if he had lost his way. Would the sea ever end? Would he lose heart and give up?

Step by step, Li Fan tested his own resolve.

Even after countless lifetimes, he had never faced such a test before—putting aside all external distractions to walk forward and ponder.

This ice passage was like the path of immortality itself: endless and uncertain.

Halfway through, looking around, one could easily lose their way.

From start to finish, it was just him alone, with no support.

Time passed, seeming to stretch on forever.

...

Could he still hold onto his resolve and never lose heart?

Even knowing that this test would eventually end, Li Fan wavered in his heart.

This journey across the sea had been too long—years, decades...

His hair turned white, his body bent with age. He continued walking without stopping until his body could no longer bear it.

Falling to the ice, his vision blurred as he lost consciousness, Li Fan seemed to see Qin Tang standing alone on a distant shore in a white robe, raising an empty wine bottle in greeting and taking a sip.

...

Opening his eyes, Li Fan found himself still inside the building. Many others were also disoriented, their faces showing confusion after what felt like a long time.

After a while, they regained clarity.

"Crossing the River of Nine Hells is easy; crossing the sea within one's heart is hard."

"The second test, the trial of courage, has ended."

"In the morning tomorrow, we will face our final challenge."

With that, Qin Tang left with his ever-present wine bottle, swaying as he went.

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