I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 10 Body Cultivators Have Brains
Even though he was in bed, Chen Yu still couldn't fall asleep.

The thought of those three days of living hell made him tremble uncontrollably.

The destructive power of positive emotions is truly terrifying.

No wonder one of the characteristics of this martial art is "may be a little tiring," but now it's not just a little tiring, it's so tiring that it makes you want to die.

But I have to say, the results are really good.

My weight dropped by 30% in three days, but my blood and energy not only did not decline, but were more vigorous than ever before.

I've lost a lot of the excess fat around my body, and I've made great progress in both my energy and spirit.

"I improved my straight punch by four points. Although Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound isn't a college entrance exam subject, it's very helpful for my internal recovery. Besides, I don't lack mana right now, so this technique is quite useful for me. But I really don't want to do something this tiring a second time."

Upon opening the cultivation interface, Chen Yu saw that his accumulated mana had risen to 14,000.

He still remembered his second cycle, during which he had a total of 25,000 negative and positive emotions. He still had nearly 10,000 mana from before, and the extra 4,000 should have been the mana that was reserved.

"Twenty-five percent will be retained, and the rest will all be consumed. Overall, it's very efficient, but too tiring. It's better to directly obtain mana. I guess I still have to become a demonic cultivator!"

Letting out a long breath, Chen Yu strengthened his resolve to become a demonic cultivator, and then began to take stock of his gains from this experience.

Both the positive and negative emotional limits reached 50,000, which gave Chen Yu some room to maneuver.

But after staring at the positive emotions for a while, Chen Yu found that even though he hadn't done anything, his positive emotions were still slowly rising, and soon he had accumulated another 500 points.

Noticing this, Chen Yu felt like he was about to die.

He jumped up, bewildered, and asked, "Who's messing with me?! How could you all have such a terrifying dream and be experiencing positive emotions? Are all cultivators masochists? Do they need whips, candles, and high heels to keep them busy all day so they can cultivate?"

Pulling out the comments from the dream, he found that the comments were also unusually high.

[After three days of this, it was so much fun! It's the first time I've experienced seeing tiny people without mushrooms.]

Not recommended, because once you start playing, you won't want to leave.

[A favorite of visualization practitioners, even art students can enjoy it. After playing, you'll see a completely different world. Highly recommended.]

[Hehe, I've succeeded! You dice were all lying to me, I'm the real Sun Huowang!]

[Upstairs, eat more calming herbs.]

To be honest, I highly recommend this dream world. It's not just the story, but also how it achieves near-perfect dream quality within its limited hardware and file size. To prevent background noise from being jarring, the dream world utilizes nighttime as much as possible. This reduces the cost of setting different scenes and also stays true to the story. Although there are few characters, each one is unique. When I saw the former senior brother being hung upside down and burned alive, his body fat burning for three days and three nights, I was truly impressed. In short, I highly recommend this dream world to anyone who wants to become a dream architect.

[Same here. I heard Chenguang is just a high school student, which makes it even more terrifying. High school students these days are truly monsters.]

After carefully reading the comments, Chen Yu realized that this place had become his own large-scale self-praise site, with almost everyone who had played it praising it.

After putting down his phone, Chen Yu was confused.

what happened?

Do monks think differently from ordinary people?
Is what you're playing, what I'm experiencing, really the same dream?

How will we hang out together in the future?

After confirming repeatedly that they were referring to "The Mysterious Immortal's Dream," Chen Yu racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what they saw in him.

Could I possibly torment them?

But now is not the time to be daydreaming. Every second that passes, someone will thank you, and the positive emotions generated will accumulate, becoming the tools for tormenting you again. Chen Yu is indeed stubborn, but this is no ordinary stubbornness; he needs to be dealt a heavy blow!

Before he could come up with a solution, he heard a knock on the door.

After receiving permission, Ma Daqiang, who was as strong as an ox and as fierce as a horse, and the most awesome guy in Class 6 of Grade 11, strode over and said apologetically, "Brother Chen, you guys broke down, I brought you in."

"How many times has this happened?" Chen Yu asked helplessly.

Ma Daqiang smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, I have superhuman strength, I can't control it. The practical class is about to start, Teacher Zhao asked me to ask if you're going or not. If not, you can rest in the dormitory for a while."

"Go, must go."

The physical education college entrance examination is worth 100 points, including 20 basic scoring points such as the straight punch, and 30 points for actual combat.

Because practical skills account for a large proportion of the score, practical classes are also a key area for every student at No. 3 Middle School to improve their scores.

Before the second year of high school, he was building a solid foundation. It was only in the second year that he began to learn practical skills. Chen Yu had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Although he couldn't fall asleep, Chen Yu felt that there wasn't a big problem.

As soon as the magic power burned and the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound was released, the fatigue deep in their muscles was dug out and washed away by the thunder sound, and they immediately became energetic.

The mental fatigue is temporary, but it's only a morning class, so I'll get used to it quickly.

As Chen Yu walked to the playground with Ma Daqiang, he stood out among a group of yawning students.

Teacher Zhao, standing at the front, glanced at the students with displeasure. When his gaze fell on Chen Yu, he nodded and then said seriously, "People say that physical cultivators have no brains. Do you think that's true?"

The group of students looked at each other, and after a moment a voice came from the corner: "It should... be right, right?"

"Screw you! I'm a physical education major, a PE teacher, and a math whiz. Without brains, could I have achieved what I have today? Let me tell you, physical education majors absolutely need brains!"

"Then what's the point of having a brain?" another student asked boldly. "I think it's enough to be used as a decoration."

"You, come out!"

The student who was called turned pale and instinctively tried to back away, but was forcibly pushed forward by the others.

He steeled himself and stepped forward. Teacher Zhao told the man to stand still and then said, "I'm going to use Level Three Entangling Hand next. How are you going to deal with it?"

"Two winds pierce the ears."

"That's right, stand still!"

With a furious shout, Teacher Zhao's iron hand grabbed at the disciple, his hands creating a myriad of afterimages, as dense and impenetrable as a spider web.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, the disciple was then grabbed by the arm and violently shaken by Teacher Zhao, causing all the bones in his body to dislocate, leaving him limp and collapsing to the ground.

Pointing at his immobilized disciple, Teacher Zhao roared, "See? This is what happens when the brain knows, but the eyes don't follow, and the body is distracted. In the end, you can only get zero points. The point of having a brain is to make sure your eyes, hands, and mind are all engaged. Alright, first, practice the horse stance for thirty minutes, and then we'll begin the practical training."

Upon hearing that they had to practice the horse stance, the students immediately complained, but they were no match for Teacher Zhao's tyranny. They placed two thumbtacks on the ground and then stood on them shakily.

Midway through, Teacher Zhao would suddenly appear out of nowhere and stomp hard on a student's foot. Those with weak foundational skills would immediately sink a centimeter, turning pale with pain.

This was also a part that Chen Yu was not good at; he had only just stood on the thumbtack when he began to have doubts.

That's it?

(End of this chapter)