Chapter 14

Qianye walked to the sofa, stopping at a distance where Zhang Jing could reach out and touch him.

Zhang Jing extended both hands, continuously kneading and caressing Qianye, allowing threads of primordial energy to seep into his body, testing his reactions in every part.

It was an indescribable feeling, a mix of numbness, soreness, swelling, and pain, extremely uncomfortable, even more unbearable than being whipped.

Qianye could only shift his attention. He stood straight, motionless, but his gaze wandered, looking around. His eyes inadvertently swept over Zhang Jing's chest, and he was instantly rooted to the spot.

Zhang Jing's bathrobe was stretched open by her snow-white, plump chest, and from Qianye's angle, he could almost see everything. With her movements, there seemed to be a hint of red in his field of vision.

This was a scene Qianye had never seen before. He didn't quite understand what he was seeing, but he couldn't resist the instinctual impact of the snow-white chest.

Fortunately, Zhang Jing soon said, "Alright, I've checked your condition. Let me think. The damage to this node is worse than I expected, but it's not entirely hopeless. From now on, don't rush in your cultivation. Always keep the pace within your limits. You need at least half more primordial energy than a normal person to ignite this node."

Zhang Jing then pointed out some key points in cultivation before letting Qianye leave.

Back in the dormitory, Qianye couldn't sleep that night, his mind filled with the image of the plump, white flesh. It was from this night that Qianye realized the differences between girls and boys, not just the biological differences he learned in class. They weren't just dry numbers or flat pictures.

However, the pain during the next day's cultivation immediately drove all the budding romantic thoughts out of Qianye's mind.

Qianye endured the pain with all his might, almost fainting several times. This was a pain beyond human endurance. It would be enough to drive an ordinary person to madness, even to death. Qianye managed to endure it only because of his First-Class Warrior physique.

Qianye learned his lesson and dared not rush anymore. He began to carefully control the tidal flow of primordial energy, keeping its impact just below his limit.

This cultivation session was particularly arduous. When the bell rang, Qianye almost couldn't believe he had stayed awake for two hours. This session also led Qianye to a disheartening conclusion: he needed not just half, but three times the primordial energy of a normal cultivator to ignite the node in his chest!

Although this allowed him to accumulate more primordial energy, the speed of cultivating two nodes was much faster than one. Qianye's progress was significantly slowed, and he fell to the bottom of the class.

But there were no shortcuts in cultivation. After realizing this, Qianye accepted the reality, his mind becoming calm and steady, no longer impatient.

He could still cultivate to the Second Level, it just required more time. How many human cultivators never reached the Second Level in their entire lives? According to the standards of the Netherworld Training Camp, reaching the Second Level was the minimum requirement for graduation, giving Qianye hope of escaping this hell.

Thus, Qianye began to train, cultivate, and study systematically.

Perhaps it was because he let go of his concerns, or perhaps it was due to his focus, but Qianye's training performance improved rapidly. After repeated painful training, the primordial energy he cultivated was much denser and more powerful than that of a normal person. This allowed him to barely keep up with the progress in the combat classes.

When he was halfway through his tenth year, Qianye and his batch of children had completed the basic unarmed combat training and moved on to weapon training. The introductory weapon was a knife, of various lengths.

From this day on, many of the children began to bear injuries. The children who survived to this point were all First-Class Warriors, with significantly enhanced physical abilities. Their attacks were now augmented with primordial energy, making them much more powerful. A single cut was no laughing matter. As they suffered more injuries, the children learned to use primordial energy for defense.

Qianye began to display extraordinary power at this time. When faced with older children who came to pick fights, Qianye preferred a strategy of trading injuries. He could take a cut or a punch without flinching, as if he had lost his sense of pain, and his counterattacks were precise and ruthless. However, a single cut from Qianye often left a much larger wound.

One older child fought Qianye, trading over a dozen cuts, then howled and fell to the ground. Qianye, covered in blood, still stood firm, his hand holding the knife steady. The pain was nothing compared to the intense pain he endured during daily cultivation.

From that day on, no one in the combat class wanted to pick a fight with Qianye.

This older child had been ranked fifth in combat skills. He was stronger than Qianye in both strength and technique, but he was defeated in a real fight. In the training camp, the children learned early to judge by results.

When Qianye was eleven, the children finally completed all the human anatomy courses. Then, Old Shentu brought in a strange corpse, a giant spider several meters in size!

Later, Qianye learned that this was not an ordinary spider but a powerful branch of the dark races: the Faceless Spider Demon. The one before them was the lowest-ranking member of the Spider Demons, which had not yet evolved a human-like face or limbs, so it was called a Cave Spider.

From that day on, the children began to encounter various dark races. A year later, all the known dark races, except the most mysterious and powerful Demon Kin, had appeared on Shentu's dissection table, including the Vampires, who looked almost identical to humans, and the Werewolves in their human form.

By this time, the children had matured into teenagers. They still lived in a large room and bathed and changed in the same place. However, the differences between boys and girls were becoming apparent, and some early-maturing boys would harass the girls. But they dared not go further because it was forbidden.

Qianye also began to recall the images he had seen in Zhang Jing's room more often.

When Qianye was twelve, the training camp welcomed a special moment: the Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

On the day of the ceremony, all the boys and girls were gathered in a hall and given a meal laced with a large amount of aphrodisiacs.

Shortly after, Qianye felt his consciousness begin to blur, his body becoming hot, his breath like fire, and strange thoughts constantly emerging. Soon, he found himself unable to think normally, succumbing to the surging instincts.

At this moment, many naked adults entered the hall, each finding one of the children. The hall quickly turned into a world of carnal desire.

Zhang Jing and Long Hai patrolled the hall expressionlessly, occasionally lashing out with their whips. They were completely unmoved by the scene before them. However, some of the weaker instructors and veteran guards joined the feast. On this day, the young girls were a perk of their positions.

However, the instructors and guards still exercised restraint, not allowing themselves to go too far. They could enjoy this special day, but they were not allowed to ruin the girls. If anyone lost control, Zhang Jing and Long Hai's whips would make them regret it immediately.

From this day on, the physical restrictions between boys and girls were lifted. For the weaker girls, this was the beginning of their hell.

This was the principle of the Netherworld Training Camp: no weaknesses were allowed. A girl's body could be a weakness, but it could also become a weapon.

A few girls quietly disappeared, not participating in the feast. Their family's influence allowed them to avoid this ceremony.

The Coming-of-Age Ceremony lasted the entire night. Qianye and his companions eventually fell into a deep, exhausted sleep, waking up the next afternoon. By then, the effects of the drugs had worn off.

Everything that happened last night seemed like a dream, many details already forgotten, but Qianye knew what had happened.

After the Coming-of-Age Ceremony, Qianye's life returned to normal, continuing his cultivation, studies, and combat training, as well as mechanical principles and the repair and manufacture of basic mechanical parts.

The girls in the class changed the most, many finding male partners. Only the most powerful and those who did not participate in the ceremony remained independent.

Song Zining, who always ranked first, monopolized two beautiful girls. No one objected, not even the girls themselves.

In the Netherworld Training Camp, you had to defeat your opponent before you could protest.

Qianye remained alone, almost completely immersed in his own world, ignoring the changes in the class. Each cultivation session was a hellish experience for him. In the endless pain, Qianye honed an incredibly strong will, but it also made him uninterested in anything outside of cultivation.

For him, the only thing that mattered was to ignite the Qi Sea node as soon as possible and escape this hellish life. What he desired could only be obtained by leaving this isolated valley.

One day, as Qianye returned to the dormitory, he saw Song Zining leaning against the door, looking up at the sky, contemplating his path and future.

Qianye nodded slightly to him and was about to enter the room when Song Zining suddenly called out, "Qianye, wait."

"What is it?" Qianye was puzzled.

Song Zining smiled and said, "Good news. Something that will help you grow faster."

He glanced at a group of passing students and pointed to a rather pretty girl, saying, "You, come here! Fang Minghui, come over!"

The girl, unsure of what to do, obediently ran over and stood before Song Zining and Qianye.

Song Zining looked her up and down and said directly, "You'll sleep with Qianye tonight and be with him from now on!"