Chapter 930: Chapter 231: Another Peaceful Day Down the Drain (Double Chapter)
Soon, White Tiger Mother handed the little white tiger over to Fang Che and pointed back at the bushes, indicating: Normally, I’m over there. When this little guy gets hungry, just come over for milk.
Fang Che replied: That’s completely fine!
Thus, the two humans and one bear struck a perfect agreement with the white tiger family: The white tiger couple set up a temporary new home not far away to conveniently care for the little tiger.
Meanwhile, Fang Che and Yan Beihan stayed by the lake to help the little tiger grow and strengthen its foundation.
They just needed to continue living normally without worrying about anything else.
Getting two powerful bodyguards out of nowhere, what else could you want?
Although they couldn’t go out for training temporarily, could they have gone before?
So... cherish, be content.
No snakes, no danger, enough resources, and a pile of Heavenly Treasures.
Also, perfectly matched opponents available for constant sparring and battles.
The two entered a period of rapid cultivation growth.
In three months, Fang Che’s cultivation skyrocketed to the Second Grade Martial Marquis, whereas Yan Beihan’s steadily reached the First Grade Martial King.
The white tiger family, though, was quite the spectacle.
Initially, the little white tiger snuggled in Fang Che’s arms, practicing and sleeping. Later, White Tiger Dad, using the excuse of his serious injuries not fully healed and needing to watch the child, joined in like his son.
Then, White Tiger Mom, a bit embarrassed, explained that her husband and child didn’t know better and feared offending their distinguished guest, so she needed to supervise a bit.
So she, too, joined in like her son.
Add in Little Bear...
Four little furballs clung to Fang Che every day.
Sometimes, if Fang Che and Yan Beihan sparred too long, White Tiger Dad would volunteer, controlling his cultivation to single-handedly fight the two, pushing them to unleash their full potential, allowing them to start cultivating again...
Under such pressure, Yan Beihan and Fang Che dared not slack off.
Only Yan Beihan managed to achieve a world where he was the only one hurt.
Yan Beihan was bewildered, wondering how the situation suddenly deteriorated, leaving him in such a predicament?
The white tiger family practically treated Fang Che like an immortal, while they ordered him around like a slave.
And a slave who ’wasn’t efficient and wasted too much time.’
If it weren’t for keeping company with Fang Che, White Tiger Dad would have swallowed Yan Beihan whole long ago.
To him, Yan Beihan’s stunning face wasn’t worth as much as a hair from White Tiger Mom’s backside...
Yan Beihan was downright frustrated.
He had become someone else’s accessory, a mere ornament.
And an ornament with an uncertain future.
Sparing every day for practice wasn’t enough; he also had to work every day, like roasting fish...
The workload each day was astonishing, yet he still had to train hard; otherwise, Fang Che might indeed catch up.
As it stood, in three months, he’d been surpassed by one and a half grades...
How could this go on? If Fang Che caught up, would he have to use his trump cards during sparring?
That would be way too embarrassing, right?
So Yan Beihan practiced with such diligence that even Fang Che was impressed, deeply sensing the terrifying nature of this Witch from Wei Wo Zheng Sect.
Every second counts.
After a battle, he would immediately focus, ponder, summarize, cultivate; then work, swiftly finishing tasks on hand, before beginning to practice again, absorbing...
Especially when the white tiger couple dragged Fang Che into the spiritual power domain to ’chat,’ Yan Beihan felt an extra sense of achievement from ’training secretly and astonishing everyone.’
The concentration and seriousness during those short spans were simply unmatched.
In the fourth month, Fang Che surged ahead, breaking through to Third Grade Martial Marquis; while Yan Beihan moved from the early stage of First Grade Martial King to the Peak of First Grade Martial King, though crossing quite a distance, he ultimately did not break through to the Second Grade.
Not breaking through to the Second Grade meant he was basically standing still.
But Fang Che broke through!
Yan Beihan was infuriated, feeling his advantage was shrinking, and decided not to sleep at night, devoting his limited sleep time entirely to practice.
He used meditation instead of rest.
This method, though feasible, didn’t allow body and mind to relax. Perhaps, for those above Saint Level, it might completely replace rest and sleep, but Yan Beihan was clearly not there yet.
After a week of continuous overtime training, Yan Beihan was tired and distracted during sparring, receiving several beatings from Fang Che.
When Yan Beihan finally broke through to Second Grade Martial King twenty days later, Fang Che simultaneously broke through to Fourth Grade Martial Marquis!
And his foundation was extremely solid.
He was surpassed by another grade!
Yan Beihan wanted to cry but couldn’t shed any tears.
Then, White Tiger Dad urged him to work again: "Howl!"
Go roast fish!
Yan Beihan, exhausted beyond measure, came to terms after roasting fish, hence returned to his composed demeanor, practicing when it was time to practice, resting when it was time to rest, instituting a strict schedule for himself.
Following this plan every day, without missing a beat, never swaying.
This even earned Fang Che’s admiration.
"Impressive!"
Fang Che praised during sparring.
Yan Beihan rolled his eyes: "Lately, I’ve realized a truth."
"What’s the truth?"
"No one wants to be so disciplined; everyone wishes to be lazy, lie down, yet progress swiftly. Everyone disciplined, only became so after some severe beatings."
Yan Beihan remarked: "This person himself doesn’t naturally want to be so disciplined. He’s not born this way."
"Makes sense. But what about those who, even after beatings, still can’t be disciplined? Isn’t that even more of them?"
