Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 137: Physical Training

Chapter 137: Physical Training

And the man in front of him, with a heart as unyielding as a rock, sporadically uttered a word or two before falling silent again.

Sometimes, she would pondered how beautiful her grandmother, whom she had never met, must have been to birth to someone as handsome as her little uncle.

Unfortunately, there were no photos of her in the house, not even in his grandfather’s room.

Anything related to his grandmother didn’t exist in their home and was a forbidden topic.

In the evening, other members of the Lin family hurried back home, and gathering around the dinner table.

They conversed occasionally without the rigid rules typical of most prominent families.

After dinner, Cassandra Lin followed his father into the study.

"Dad, I heard that little uncle wasn’t like this when he was young."

"Who told you this? Don’t discuss your uncle’s matters ever," Tony Lin admonished, his stern demeanor mirroring that the Lin family’s head.

"I overheard Uncle Lin and Grandfather talking about it once."

Cassandra Lin was curious about what her little uncle was like as a child and why her personality changed.

She had always assumed that her little uncle had been this way since childhood.

Tony Lin thought to himself, it seems that neither his father nor his elder brother took precautions when discussing his younger brother’s matters.

In this family, apart from the informed elders, all the younger generation were avid fans of his younger brother, "Forget about it; don’t mention it outside, do you understand?"

Cassandra Lin realized she wouldn’t get any information and replied with disappointed face, "Okay, Dad."

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That night, Amalia found herself thinking more about Kenny Lin; he still hadn’t replied to her messages, almost as if he had suddenly disappeared.

The next morning, after teaching an hour-long class to class 9, she spent several hours in the training room.

Unable to use her abilities, she had to rely on her physical strength.

In this lifetime, despite having the consciousness of a past life, her body couldn’t keep up.

The original boft had been at the Rodriguez family for a year, and not gaining weight but instead appearing sallow and thin, that was resembling a malnourished countryside girl.

If Amalia hadn’t arrived, who knows how much longer this kind of life would have continued.

Physical training was an essential aspect of cultivation that many spirit cultivators tended to overlook.

They often relied on artifacts as their primary means of attack, and neglecting their own physical abilities.

But what if they didn’t have their artifact in hand?

How would they fight against enemies who weren’t afraid of artifact attacks or relied on speed?

Although Amalia was an artificer, she never intended to depend solely on artifacts.

Having this mindset, she found several ancient texts about physical training in the soltice ring.

She then picked one that was suitable for her.

However, due to being busy making money at that time, she hadn’t dedicated much time each day to physical training.

Perhaps, this incident with the dispersing bone fragrance could be a blessing in disguise.

She could utilize this month to focus on physical training and enhance her body’s strength.

Recalling the contents of the ancient texts, the first part of the physical training methods was rather straightforward—that is getting injured.

Through continuous injuries and beatings, one could increase the body’s density.

For instance, a more extravagant method involved purchasing amulets.

Buying amulets at school was cheaper than outside, but according to the ancient texts, going through the whole process would still cost a significant amount.

Thinking about the meager amount left in his account, Amalia immediately dismissed this method.

She settled on physical injuries that was the least expensive option.

Fortunately, the school’s training room offered the exact programs she needed.

After a mental review, she cleared her mind, and pushed open a training room door, unaware that someone had noticed her.

"Sebastian, isn’t that Amalia who insulted you before?" Ximena Quinones gestured towards Sebastian Caceres, who had just finished exercising and sweating profusely.

Sebastian Caceres only saw a figure from the back but recognized her instantly, he said: "How can a scum from class 9 dare to come to an A-level intensity training room?"

His tone and voice didn’t hide the disdain and mockery, as if implying that someone from class 9 wasn’t worthy of being in such a place.

The school’s training rooms were divided into five levels, with A-level being the highest intensity.

Usually, only students from Classes 1, 2, and 3 that were training in this place, as the higher-level intensity was challenging for most of the other classes.

"Sebastian," suddenly Ximena Quinones called his name, and her eyes revealing an unusual glint.

"I remember that in the A-level training room, there are some modes for real-person competitions. Although it was virtual, wouldn’t it be satisfying to give her a lesson and vent some of your frustration?"

Sebastian Caceres hadn’t thought of this before and suddenly found it quite reasonable, "But what if she doesn’t choose the real-person competition mode? Do I have to keep waiting for her online?"

"That’s easy. Once she logs in, we can initiate a challenge by ourselves. Then, provoke her so she won’t dare refuse," Ximena Quinones seemed to have thought this through.

"Alright, but I don’t have time to wait for her online every day. Can you keep an eye out for me? Once she logs in, you have to notify me immediately," Sebastian Caceres stated matter-of-factly.

Ximena Quinones chuckled; she didn’t have that kind of time either.

Being in class 3, she didn’t have as many resources as Sebastian Caceres from class 1.

But reluctantly, she still forced a smile and agreed.

Little did she know that since agreeing to this task, Amalia had never logged into the online platform for real-person competitions at all.

She seemed disinterested in such virtual battles.

Because of this, not only did it hinder her own training, but it also wasted several days of her time.

Ximena Quinones was frustrated but helpless, and curious about what she was doing inside the virtual space.

Little did Ximena Quinones know, Amalia’s focus wasn’t on combat training but on physical training.

The school provided tools for physical training, yet due to the scarcity of circulating physical training techniques in the market and many prodigies being unable to endure physical pain, only few of them used the specially designed training equipment.

This inadvertently favored Amalia.

What Amalia lacked the least were physical training techniques, and the school’s specific training resources were limited.

If there had been a lot of competition for their use, she wouldn’t have been able to monopolize a room all to herself.

A real and tangible attacks landed on her, the visible redness and swelling evident on his body, hinting at signs of congestion.

Unable to use her spiritual abilities, he had to resort to this clumsy method of physical training for the month.

Each time she entered and exited, she bore a body full of injuries that was concealed under her clothes.

The wounds were hidden securely, and causing Ximena Quinones, who had been covertly observing her, to feel anxious.

What was she doing inside if she never logged in?

Day by day passed swiftly, and soon it was the tenth day.

Amalia walked out of the training room, and exhaling a breath of warm air.

Her bones made faint crackling sounds with the slightest movement.

Efforts were not in vain.

Although her body still ached, evident changes were palpable in her physical condition.

Glancing at the communicator, she noticed messages from several people: Amalia’s father, Amalia’s mother, Carlos Cabello, Javier Hermandez, and others, but none of them is from Kenny Lin.

Her finger hovered over it, and ultimately deciding not to send another message.

Since there had been no replies to the previous ones, there might not be any responses to follow.

She then skimmed through other people’s messages.

Amalia’s father and Amalia’s mother’s cultivation was progressing smoothly, especially Amalia’s father, who could now successfully drawing beginner level amulets.

Out of ten amulet he was drawn, at least two would be successful.

Amalia’s father mentioned that once his success rate increased, he’d send a bunch of amulets over to her and catch up on family matters.

There wasn’t much change on Carlos Cabello’s side.

He was in regular competitions, and having played over a dozen matches.

Initially losing more, he started to winning increasingly.

Amalia didn’t pay too much attention if it wasn’t a life-or-death match.

She then replied him, and encouraging him to keep it up, mentioning that once he won every match, they could consider the life-or-death ones.

Closing the messaging window, he accessed the message from Javier Hermandez.

Many students inquired about how they could repaired the artifacts like Javier Hermandez and the boy he recommended.

Knowing they were students of the same grade and not too expensive, many people also wanted Javier Hermandez’s recommendation.

After replying to the messages, Amalia pocketed the communicator and went to find Master Dugu alone.

Just as she reached the door of Master Dugu’s workplace, the communicator buzzed with a message from Kenny Lin.

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