Chapter 375: Ki Training (2)

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Chapter 375 At the top of Mount Resha stood two figures. The mountain loomed tall and imposing, its jagged silhouette piercing into the early morning sky. Rising to a height of 3,200 meters (10,500 feet), it was a formidable natural giant known to the locals as Mount Resha. Though some whispered its older name— The Stone Pulse—a name born from the way its slopes seemed to throb with a silent, living energy. The base of the mountain stretched wide, covering a vast 6-kilometer (3.7-mile) diameter, its lower reaches wrapped in a thick forest of towering evergreens and mist-drenched ravines. The climb was brutal—steep paths carved through crumbling rock and narrow ledges that clung to the mountainside like veins. At the summit, the terrain leveled out into a roughly 200-meter-wide (656 feet) plateau, a bare expanse of wind-swept stone. The surface was coarse, cracked in places, and bore old scorch marks—scars left behind by previous warriors who had trained here. A few boulders jutted out of the earth like ancient sentinels, perfect for meditation or resting between grueling exercises. From the edge of the summit, one could see the entire valley sprawled below—lush forests, rivers winding like silver threads, and distant towns mere specks in the distance. The wind howled constantly up here, sharp and biting, carrying with it a whisper of the mountain’s raw, untamed essence. The mountain was isolated—sacred almost—far from the bustle of civilization. It was a place where the world seemed to pause; a perfect spot for awakening one’s Ki. The very air up here felt different—thinner, colder, yet alive with something deeper. Something primal. Something powerful. The mountain top was a wide, flat stretch of rock that jutted into the sky like the back of a great beast. The wind howled softly across its surface, carrying the chill of dawn. Sparse tufts of wild grass and stubborn weeds clung to the edges of the stone, swaying gently as if greeting the morning sun. From this vantage point, the entire forest below spread out like a sea of green waves—dense, ancient, and teeming with unseen life. In the distance, mist rolled lazily over tree canopies, slowly pulled away by the rising light. The air was crisp and thin, tinged with the earthy scent of stone, dew, and pine. Occasional bird calls echoed in the stillness, and far below, the faint sounds of a waking village could just barely be heard. It was a place untouched, raw, and humbling—perfect for quiet cultivation or brutal training because people rarely came here. And that was why two figures were currently standing on it. A bulky man and a frail-looking boy who gulped loudly as he stared at the sheer height of the mountain. "See, the strength of our bodies determines how much Ki we can hold. Hence, we are going to be doing a set of rigorous training," Yami smiled, voice steady against the wind. "When you say ’we’..." Grey mumbled, eyeing him suspiciously. "Of course, I mean you," Yami grinned. "So I want you to run up and down this mountain ten times." His grin widened, practically splitting his face in two. "Wait, what?!" Grey shouted in horror as he stared at the mountain again, heart dropping in his chest as he remembered the arduous climb he’d faced just the day before to get back home. His legs already felt sore at the mere thought of it. "I should run up and down this high mountain ten times? Forget ten times, I might collapse the first time," Grey gulped loudly. "If you do, it means you’re too weak to cultivate," Yami shrugged casually. "Isn’t that too grim? I might die!" Grey pleaded his case further, voice tightening in panic. "Do you want to go down on your own, or should I give you a push—literally?" Yami grinned wickedly while Grey gulped again, louder this time. "Forget it, I’m not going!" Grey scoffed, turning to walk away. But the next moment, his collar was grabbed, and suddenly, the pressure of wind around him intensified. He noticed he was moving away from Yami rapidly. "Huh? Why does Yami look so far away from me? He looks like he’s sta—" Grey trailed off as realization dawned. "Wait... Why does it look like the ground is coming closer and closer to me? Wait! Crap! I’m falling!" Grey screamed as he finally understood what was happening. ’What kind of a teacher did I meet?! He’s literally about to kill me! Curse Yami! Curse this world! Curse my life!’ Grey screamed inwardly as the wind intensified. His heart pounded wildly as he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the impact. He was about to hit the ground when, all of a sudden, his fall halted. His body hovered mid-air, hands flared out instinctively beside him, his eyes still tightly shut. Slowly, cautiously, Grey opened one eye first, then the other, to find the ground just a meter away beneath him. "Huh? I’m alive?" Grey muttered in disbelief. "Thanks to me," Yami replied from above as he released Grey’s collar, letting him drop the final short distance with a dull thud. "Wait, because of you?" Grey snapped as he spun around, glaring at Yami now standing casually in front of him. "It was because of you I was in that situation in the first place!" "You’re welcome," Yami grinned, stepping away as if it were nothing. "I’m welcome?! Did I say thank you?!" Grey shouted, brushing dust off his clothes while his wildly beating heart finally began to calm down. "I thought you were about to say it, so I saved you the stress by telling you first," Yami shrugged, that devilish grin still glued to his face. "Screw you!" Grey growled, rubbing his chest as if trying to physically push his heart back into rhythm. "Now, will you do as I say, or should I grab you, go back up there, and throw you down again? Because I really will," Yami said, stepping toward Grey with that same nonchalant but terrifying energy. "Don’t touch me! I’ll do what you asked. Just please, spare my life," Grey gulped loudly, remembering all too clearly the fear he felt mid-air. "Good boy." Yami smirked and pointed up toward the towering mountain. "Get those legs moving and run up and down that mountain just twice." "Twice? I thought you said ten earlier," Grey asked, raising a suspicious brow. "Look at someone I’m even trying to pity." Yami facepalmed dramatically. "If you want, I can really increase it." "No, sir! Twice is perfect," Grey quickly replied, standing straighter like a soldier receiving orders. "Great! Now chop, chop—get climbing!" Yami clapped his hands loudly, and Grey sighed, steeling himself as he prepared to run up and down the high, steep mountain, legs already aching at the mere thought.

Chapter 375: Ki Training (2)

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