The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 304: Practice Hard and Forget the Pain of Love

Yun Yao looked at Chu Mochen's resolute back, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She bit her lower lip until it turned pale, and clenched her hands into fists at her sides, her knuckles turning blue, as if she wanted to use this strength to suppress the grievances and pain in her heart.

"Why...why doesn't he believe me?" Yun Yao cried silently in her heart. The sweet scenes of the past when they were together flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, but now all of them were like broken glass, piercing her heart with thousands of holes. But the innate stubbornness in Yun Yao's bones burned like a raging fire at this moment. She raised her head suddenly, her eyes showing determination: "Okay, since you don't believe it, then I will prove to you that I, Yun Yao, will never be easily defeated!"

After saying that, Yun Yao turned around and strode towards her residence. Every step she took was firm, and her clothes fluttered in the wind, as if announcing her determination. After returning to her residence, she walked straight to the secret room for cultivation in the house. The stone door of the secret room slowly closed under the drive of spiritual power, completely isolating the disturbances from the outside world.

Yun Yao sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to calm her restless heart and enter a state of cultivation. But when she thought of Chu Mochen's cold eyes when he left, her heart was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and it was difficult to calm down. At this moment, the familiar mechanical voice of the system sounded in her mind: "Host, it is detected that your mood fluctuates violently. Now an urgent task is issued: within three days, practice the first level of "Spirit Flame Art" to a small success. If you succeed, you can get a bottle of top-grade Gathering Spirit Pill, a mid-grade defensive magic weapon, and a chance to draw a random prize."

Yun Yao was shocked when she heard this. The Spirit Flame Art was a profound and difficult technique. Ordinary people might not be able to understand it even after practicing for months. However, the system required her to achieve a small success within three days. The difficulty was imaginable. But at this moment, she urgently needed an outlet, a goal that could make her forget the pain and devote herself to it. This task was undoubtedly just in time.

"Okay, I accept the mission!" Yun Yao responded to the system in her heart, her eyes lit with fighting spirit. She took a deep breath, took out the "Spirit Flame Secret" from her ring, opened the yellowed pages, and began to study.

At first, the spiritual power route in the technique was as complicated as a maze. Yun Yao repeatedly hit a wall, and the spiritual power ran wildly in her meridians, causing her blood to surge and a trace of blood to flow from the corner of her mouth. But she just wiped it casually and continued to study it, simulating the spiritual power trajectory in her mind over and over again until she knew the route by heart.

When the first rays of morning light shone through the vents of the secret room onto Yun Yao, she had been awake all night, but she was not tired at all. After a night of exploration, she finally mastered the tricks of the first level of the Spirit Flame Art, and began to try to guide the spiritual power to flow slowly through the meridians along a specific route.

As the spiritual power flowed, Yun Yao's body was covered with a faint red light, like the glow of the sky at dawn. However, the road of cultivation is never smooth. After a while, she felt a burst of stabbing pain in her meridians, as if she was pierced by countless steel needles. This was caused by the spiritual power impacting the meridian wall. Sweat rolled down her forehead like rain, soaking her clothes. Her face became paler, but her eyes became more determined. She clenched her teeth, endured the severe pain, and drove the spiritual power forward inch by inch.

In this way, Yun Yao was immersed in the world of cultivation, not knowing the change of day and night. When she was hungry, she took out the fasting pill from the ring and swallowed it; when she was thirsty, she circulated her spiritual power to absorb the water vapor in the air to quench her thirst. In the secret room, her figure was sometimes shrouded in spiritual light, and sometimes trembled slightly due to pain, but she never stopped.

Two days later, Yun Yao was able to circulate the first level of spiritual power of "Spiritual Flame Art" relatively smoothly, and the red light around her body became more and more dazzling, but she knew that she was still one step away from achieving minor success. At this time, her meridians were covered with tiny cracks under the repeated impact of spiritual power. Every time the spiritual power was circulated, it was like salt was sprinkled on the wound, and the pain was unbearable. But she had only one thought in her mind: to complete the task and prove herself.

Late at night on the last day, Yun Yao entered the critical moment of cultivation. She abandoned all distractions and focused all her attention on the circulation of her spiritual power. The spiritual power in her body was like a surging tide, roaring towards every corner of her meridians. Suddenly, a strong resistance stood in front of her, like an indestructible dam, blocking the advance of her spiritual power.

Yun Yao's heart trembled. She knew that this was the key point of the breakthrough. Success or failure depended on this one move. She mobilized all her strength, gathered all the spiritual power in her body at one point, and launched a fierce attack on the resistance. Once, twice... Each attack was accompanied by a heart-wrenching pain. Her body trembled violently, and she groaned. Her consciousness gradually became blurred, as if she was in an endless dark abyss.

Just when Yun Yao was about to collapse, a determination supported her: I can't give up! This determination was like a beacon in the darkness, dispelling some of the haze. She used up her last bit of strength and attacked fiercely again.

"Boom!" A muffled sound rang out in Yun Yao's body, and the resistance collapsed with a bang. The spiritual power was like a flood that broke through the dam, rushing and roaring through the meridians without any obstruction. She succeeded! The first level of "Spirit Flame Art" has been cultivated to a small success!

Yun Yao slowly opened her eyes, and the light in her eyes was as bright as stars. At this time, the system prompt sounded: "Congratulations to the host for completing the task. The reward has been sent to the ring. Please check it." Yun Yao smiled tiredly and checked the ring. She saw a bottle of top-grade spirit-gathering pills emitting rich spiritual energy, a mid-grade defensive magic weapon glittering with a faint light lying quietly in it, and a precious random lottery opportunity.

She didn't rush to use the reward, but took a Soul Gathering Pill first and began to recover her lost spiritual power. The pill melted in her mouth, turning into a rolling hot stream, nourishing her damaged meridians, and her spiritual power recovered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. After her spiritual power was fully restored, Yun Yao stood up and moved her slightly stiff body.

Walking out of the secret room, the sun shines on her body, bringing a hint of warmth, but Yun Yao is lost. When practicing, she can temporarily forget the emotional pain, but once she stops, the piercing pain will come again. She looks at the mountains in the distance, thinking silently in her heart: Chu Mochen, do you see it? I, Yun Yao, will not sink like this...

In the following days, Yun Yao did not rest because of this success. She continued to practice hard with the rich resources provided by the system. Every morning, she would go to the martial arts field of the sect and practice martial arts alone under the reflection of the morning sun. Her figure was agile and vigorous. Every time she swung her sword and punched, she was wrapped in powerful spiritual power, causing ripples in the spiritual energy around the martial arts field.

In the afternoon, Yun Yao would return to her residence to study various martial arts secrets and absorb knowledge. She knew that the path of cultivation not only required powerful spiritual power, but also a deep knowledge base. When she encountered obscure and difficult to understand, she would ask the system for advice, and the system would always give her exquisite answers, which benefited her a lot.

At night, when everything was quiet, she would enter the secret room again, using the Soul Gathering Pill and other auxiliary items to reach a higher level of cultivation. During the cultivation process, she constantly tried to integrate the newly comprehended martial arts with the skills to create her own unique fighting style.

As time went by, Yun Yao's strength steadily improved. From the middle stage to the late stage of the foundation building realm, it seemed like just a small step, but it cost her countless efforts and sweat. Every breakthrough in the bottleneck was accompanied by unimaginable pain and suffering, but she never backed down.

On a quiet night, Yun Yao once again retreated to reach the peak of the late stage of foundation building. In the secret room, her spiritual power surged and shone brightly, like a star about to explode. The spiritual power flowed at a high speed in her meridians, making a buzzing sound, as if playing an exciting war song.

However, just when she was about to break through, the inner demon quietly attacked. It was the back of Chu Mochen when he left, as well as the various misunderstandings and grievances she had suffered in the past, which turned into hideous faces, roaring and screaming in her mind, trying to disturb her mind.

Yun Yao's forehead was instantly covered with sweat, her body was trembling slightly, and her breathing became rapid. But she knew that if the inner demon took over, this breakthrough would fail, and her life might even be in danger. She bit her tongue hard, and the severe pain made her sober up a little. She murmured to herself: "No, I can't be defeated..."

She dug out the most firm belief from the bottom of her heart, and turned her thoughts of Chu Mochen and her desire for her own growth into a powerful spiritual force, and fought a desperate battle with her inner demon. Every time the inner demon attacked, she resisted with her tenacious will, and her spiritual power became more and more firm and rapid.

"Crack!" A subtle sound rang out in Yun Yao's body, like the cracking of solid ice. Immediately afterwards, a more powerful and vigorous spiritual power surged out of her body, and she successfully broke through to the peak of the late stage of the foundation building realm!

Yun Yao sat slumped on the ground, breathing heavily, but a gratified smile spread across her face. She knew that she was one step closer to the Judan realm, one step closer to the self who could fight against fate and impress everyone.

But every time when it was late at night and she was tired from practicing, Yun Yao would lie on the bed, looking at the bed curtains above her head, and Chu Mochen's face would still appear in her mind involuntarily. The heartbeat of that moment and the past experiences they had shared were like a shadow, lingering. She sighed softly, turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and let the tears fall silently. Along the way, although her strength gradually increased, the loneliness in her heart quietly spread in this silent night, and she didn't know when it would dissipate...