Chapter 696 - 715: The Progress Bar Takes Off
Chapter 696: Chapter 715: The Progress Bar Takes Off
"The only spiritual power exercise you’ve mastered so far is spiritual meditation, right?"
"That one focuses on the recovery speed of your spiritual power. I’m now going to teach you one that focuses on the strength and conversion speed of your Healing Spiritual Power."
"You use food as a medium. So, every time you cook, if you deliberately try to infuse Healing Spiritual Power into the dishes, doesn’t it slow down your cooking speed?"
"Yes," Jiang Qiuqiu nodded. "It affects my speed."
And the more she tried to compress it, the greater the impact on her speed.
"That’s because you’re not proficient at the conversion."
"Once you’re proficient, using Healing Spiritual Power will feel the same as using a normal Spiritual Attack."
"Alright, I’m starting. First, condense your spiritual power. Then, draw it out into threads and convert it into Healing Spiritual Power."
As he spoke, Zhu Tiansheng opened his eyes and stared at the spiritual power spilling out from Jiang Qiuqiu’s mind. "No, those aren’t threads."
"Condense it more."
"Still not right."
"Stop for a moment and retract your spiritual power." With that, Zhu Tiansheng opened his own Spirit Sea. "Qiuqiu, relax your Spirit Sea. I’ll guide you through it."
A vast wave of spiritual power surged into her mind.
But paradoxically, the feeling was also gentle.
It was like a gust of wind lifting her scattered Healing Spiritual Power. Jiang Qiuqiu could feel Dean Zhu’s power compressing it, extruding it bit by bit, just like a pasta machine...
Extremely fine threads began to float slowly.
A wondrous rhythm appeared in her mind.
"Just like this."
"Start practicing whenever you have free time. Practice for at least half an hour a day. You can do it in bed before you sleep. When you can draw all the spiritual power in your mind into threads like these in one go, you’ll be able to control your Healing Spiritual Power as easily as you control your own hands."
"That will probably take a very long time..."
"Of course."
If it didn’t take long, how could it become the lifelong companion of every Spirit Healing Master?
After he finished the demonstration, Jiang Qiuqiu tried to practice forming the threads herself a few more times. Without exception, she failed every time.
But Zhu Tiansheng wasn’t surprised.
This training method was actually very difficult. Students usually didn’t start learning it until their sophomore or junior year, and most only scratched the surface by graduation. ’If she learned it in a moment, that would be truly incredible.’
By the end of class, Jiang Qiuqiu still hadn’t managed to spin a thread of Healing Spiritual Power as fine as the one Dean Zhu had demonstrated.
Then, in the blink of an eye, it was five-thirty.
Class was over. After bidding farewell to Dean Zhu, she took a Hovercar to the Virtual Machine Room. Even though she had a new class, she couldn’t neglect her daily training.
With her Spirit Sea wide open, Jiang Qiuqiu found her strength failing her as she controlled the Mecha with her spiritual power.
’Did I use my spiritual power for too long this afternoon?’
The evening’s Mecha training session didn’t go well, but Jiang Qiuqiu gritted her teeth and persevered. By the time she left, it was already past eight. The cafeteria was no longer selling natural food. Her head was aching, and her Spirit Sea was trembling violently. After a moment of thought, Jiang Qiuqiu headed to the professor’s apartment.
’If I go straight to sleep now, I’ll definitely be in bad shape tomorrow.’
But eating a meal she cooked herself would alleviate much of the strain.
Entering the room, the sight of the vegetables in the fridge and the pots in the kitchen lifted Jiang Qiuqiu’s spirits.
There were still some leftovers from last time. Since she was short on time today, she wouldn’t make anything too complicated.
She decided to make some fried milk and stir-fry a couple of small side dishes.
The stove flared to life and the wok heated up. As Jiang Qiuqiu watched the dancing flames, she suddenly recalled Dean Zhu’s words from that afternoon about condensing spiritual power.
Condensing spiritual power to be purer, converting it more purely, would result in a more refined Healing Spiritual Power.
’Should I give it a try?’
This kind of task was quite draining, so she didn’t dare attempt it with a complex dish. She decided to try it while making the fried milk.
She attempted to condense her power.
It was enough to make a will of steel crumble. Her already aching head throbbed even more painfully from the delicate work. Veins stood out on her temples.
But she had already started, so Jiang Qiuqiu forced herself to endure until the end.
As time went on, spatula in hand, Jiang Qiuqiu’s eyelids began to grow heavy.
A wave of drowsiness washed over her.
She shook her head, quickly finished her meal, and washed the dishes. The feeling of a full stomach and the energy from the food cleared her head a little. She packed the rest of the food in a thermal container and hurried back to her dorm.
After sharing the delicious food with her roommates, she took a shower. When she came out, she felt a little dizzy. She put on the Spirit Recovery Helmet, planning to sit for a while and then do a round of spiritual power conversion before bed.
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"Is Qiuqiu not done yet?" Meng Chun sensed something was off. "Tingting, can you call out to her? It’s getting late, lights out soon. If Qiuqiu is going to keep the helmet on, tell her to switch it to sleep mode."
"Okay, I’ll call her."
"Qiuqiu? Qiuqiu?"
"...No response."
"Don’t tell me she fell asleep?"
"Fell asleep just sitting there?" The group lowered their voices and gathered around Jiang Qiuqiu, finding that she had indeed fallen asleep leaning against her cabinet.
They called her name softly a few times, but she didn’t wake up. Liu Tingting thought, ’Well, she’s already showered anyway.’ "We can’t just let her sleep sitting up. I’ll carry Qiuqiu to her bed."
They were all in the Mecha Department; there was no way one of them couldn’t lift a person.
But the surprising thing was, even after all that commotion, Jiang Qiuqiu actually didn’t wake up.
"What on earth was she doing today?"
"Are classes for the Spirit Healing Department that exhausting?"
"Keep it down. Let’s get to sleep too."
Jiang Qiuqiu was submerged in darkness. Soon, she heard the sound of a bell again.