Chapter 331: Xia Chao's Daily Routine

At six o’clock sharp, Xia Chao opened his eyes, marking the start of another day.
“What day is it again?” Xia Chao mumbled groggily, his sense of time completely disoriented.
These days, he no longer needed an alarm clock – his body automatically woke at six and slept at midnight.
Yet he’d completely lost track of calendar dates and how many days he’d been training.
Instinctively reaching for his phone, he found it dead from prolonged disuse.
His intensive cultivation left no time for charging devices.
“Has it been eight months already?” Time stretched endlessly for Xia Chao. Despite a full night’s rest, his legs trembled weakly.
The precious five-minute wake-up period passed in a blink, and Xia Chao began his cultivation.
“Right on schedule. After one month, you’ve reached Foundation Establishment.” Jiang Li leaned against the training ground entrance, casually eating candied hawthorns.
Xia Chao couldn’t believe only a month had passed.
Reaching Foundation Establishment in thirty days far surpassed Luo Ying’s progress.
Back then, Jiang Li could only offer verbal guidance. Here in Lingxi World, his direct involvement made all the difference.
This private training ground, originally built by a tycoon for tamed beasts, had been purchased by Jiang Li specifically for Xia Chao’s training.
Jiang Li had modified the facility with fifteen times Earth’s gravity, making even simple movement arduous.
The moment Xia Chao stepped inside, his skin burned as if pierced by needles, capillaries rupturing to paint him crimson.
The Evergreen Technique automatically activated, repairing his body.
A precarious equilibrium formed between gravitational destruction and evergreen restoration.
Xia Chao recalled the technique’s description – a cultivation method boasting extreme regeneration. At higher levels, wounds would heal before pain registered.
Ironically, the best way to train the Evergreen Technique was through repeated injury.
Damage. Recover. Damage. Recover. This vicious cycle continuously strengthened Xia Chao.
Motivational banners covered the training ground walls:
“Train until death do you part.”
“Rest is for corpses.”
“Turn sweat into pearls, dreams into reality.”
“Today’s struggle is tomorrow’s dominance.”
“Foundation in one month, Golden Core in three – saving the world isn’t fantasy.”
Looking up, Xia Chao saw ten thousand hovering swords – all spiritual treasures sharp enough to pierce him without energy infusion.
One sword trembled, then plummeted like a meteor.
Xia Chao sensed danger and dodged just as the accelerated blade grazed his ear, shearing off a chunk of flesh that regenerated instantly.
This marked only the beginning. Two swords fell, then three… soon dozens rained down.
Xia Chao weaved through the storm using air currents and instinct, but Foundation Establishment reflexes couldn’t evade everything.
A blade impaled his thigh, slowing him enough for several more to strike home. Xia Chao emotionlessly pulled them out – a far cry from his first-day screams of agony.
Merely stab wounds.
Morning passed, noon arrived. Xia Chao ate lunch under fifteen Gs, staring wistfully at pictures of roasted duck, braised beef, and pork belly while choking down nutrient-rich but flavorless gruel.
These vile pastes, made from priceless spiritual ingredients that should’ve been delicious individually, somehow combined into culinary atrocities. Yet they replenished his energy and fortified his foundation beyond normal limits.
After twenty minutes, Xia Chao sprawled on the ground, sleeping soundly beneath crushing gravity to better absorb nutrients.
At 12:40 PM, afternoon training commenced with modified Dragon-Tiger Arhat Strength – primitive but effective squat lifts with massive boulders.
Dinner replicated lunch’s nutritional value and utter lack of flavor.
Night brought combat against over a dozen two-star demon beasts. Xia Chao traded blows with strength-focused Li Xing猩猩, matched agility with horned antelopes, and endured monkey ambushes. Outnumbered five-to-one, he suffered far more hits than he landed.
Five brutal hours later, Xia Chao collapsed into bed, instantly asleep.
“Today we’ll study energy circulation techniques…” Jiang Li’s voice lectured in his dreams.
At 6:00 AM, cultivation-obsessed Xia Chao awoke to another hopeful day.
Elsewhere…
“Here, try this.” Baixue Ling crouched, chin propped on one hand while offering a fish treat to the little green snake with the other.
Though still tiny, the snake’s power had skyrocketed over the past month, now a three-star contracted beast with condensed golden core.
Its dragon bloodline grew increasingly potent – ordinary three-stars wouldn’t dare approach, let alone fight.
Soaking in dragon blood medicinal bath, the snake absorbed ancestral power while adapting to its explosive growth.
Jiang Li had procured several barrels of true dragon blood from the Four Seas Dragon Kings, with Eastern Sea’s proving most compatible.
Even Baixue Ling’s fish snacks were extraordinary – deep-sea catches coveted by demon beasts for their body-enhancing properties.
The diligent snake also studied combat techniques inherited from ancient dragon ancestors within its bloodline.