15: Chapter 15 Rapid Elimination 15: Chapter 15 Rapid Elimination An Jing’s search in Hanging Fate Manor ended in vain, and he had not slept well in a long ti.
The roars of beasts, flesh and blood, grinding teeth, and a pounding heart always caused An Jing to feel inexplicably restless in his dreams, only the clear sound of a sword’s hum could slightly calm him.
The phenona in his dreams, unstable sleep, and his burdenso thoughts made An Jing appear quite listless during his morning practice.
However, this did not raise suspicions among others, as most of the children who ate the ferocious beast at exhibited the sa behavior, and so were even worse than An Jing.
But, this was not entirely a bad thing.
After a few days, everyone also discovered the effects of the ‘Ferocious Beast at’ and ‘Potion’ they were consuming.
First, their fatigue after training was significantly reduced, and their strength was indeed gradually increasing.
Motions that initially felt difficult, and trainings where they lacked physical strength, gradually beca easier…
Of course, once the instructors realized this, they imdiately intensified the training, but the students rarely felt that overpowering sense of fatigue and nutritional deficiency from their bodies.
An Jing felt the sa.
With the training in Hanging Fate Manor and the abundant food and dicine supplied, his body, which had been sowhat depleted due to fleeing, had completely recovered.
Even more so, because he received far more ferocious beast at than the other boys and girls, those muscles and fats that had redeveloped but felt sowhat flabby, once again tightened and clung to his increasingly sturdy bones, making him appear unremarkable from the outside.
Only those who truly ca into contact with his body could realize in amazent how strong An Jing’s flesh and bones really were.
As ti passed, the young boys and girls were growing at a remarkable pace.
But, as ti passed, more and more were being eliminated.
Those who utilized more resources but did not grow satisfactorily were naturally eliminated.
Following Zhang Ying, it was Ye Xiuyuan.
One early morning, two decades later, Ye Xiuyuan also left Hanging Fate Manor.
This had beco the norm at Hanging Fate Manor, constantly having people descend the mountain, constantly having people leave.
Gu Yeqi wept for this, while Cang Linzu scoffed disdainfully yet cried secretly in the toilet.
Even Zhan Feng sullenly did not finish his dinner, for Ye Xiuyuan had taught him how to read and write, without which he would not have been able to read ‘Imperial Heaven Scripture’ smoothly.
He was once a beggar who only wanted to eat his fill, yet he still wanted to learn to write because only those who could read had access to better food.
Although Ye Xiuyuan often spoke of ancient teachings, often talked about the glory days of his family, hesitated and sighed a lot, he also played a role similar to a military advisor in An Jing’s small group like a clever strategist, and everyone liked him.
After so ti passed, Zhan Feng also left.
This tall, simple-minded beggar still muttered before bed that he must last the longest ti so that he could eat more at as once he descended the mountain, it would no longer be available.
More and more familiar nas and faces left.
An Jing’s ‘friends’ in the sa dormitory had left by half, while the original two hundred plus children in Hanging Fate Manor gradually dwindled to just over a hundred.
An Jing remained silent.
He always stayed calm, never speaking out.
So had complained in secret about An Jing’s heartlessness, others countered saying An Jing was not heartless; he rembered everyone’s na, he just knew early on that those people were weak and could not keep up, so their departure was actually for the better.
So said An Jing was the one who decided who would leave and who would stay, so even said An Jing was actually a heartless steel machine, knowing only martial arts and learning, a born strongman.
An Jing was indifferent to these comnts; he was not as heartless as they imagined, nor was he particularly sentintal.
From the first round of elimination, he had already known it was inevitable; ultimately, many ‘familiar people’ would not be able to keep up and would be eliminated.
He simply accepted it, quietly rembering.
At that ti, the children’s sadness was still genuine, still pure.
But as ti passed and separations happened over and over, everyone’s hearts gradually grew cold and hardened.
Gradually, the children of Hanging Fate Manor began to think this was not such a strange thing after all.
Being left was proof of their excellence.
This made them feel fortunate, made them feel proud, and though those who left were friends, they were ultimately only acquaintances of a few months.
Although An Jing missed the past, it did not make him overly sad.
Those who genuinely beca close friends, forged by bonds of affection, looked forward to reuniting after descending the mountain soday.
But more often, people were gradually forgotten.
As the intensity of training increased, everyone was busy training every day, finishing rehearsals exhausted, eating greedily, and falling into a blank sleep.
No one could rember everyone who left.
Except An Jing.
From beginning to end, no matter who left, An Jing silently observed and rembered.
He appeared silent on the outside, but a torrent of uncertainties surged inside him.
He alone rembered every face, so he knew that most of the departures, at least nine out of ten, were those who could not suppress the impulse after consuming ferocious beast at and roared publicly.
These people, coincidentally, were also the ones who absorbed the beast at’s effects insufficiently and grew at a slower pace.
“What exactly is the purpose of that beast at and the potions?”
“And who was the voice that warned not to go near the dicine Pavilion?”
“And why did it warn ?”
These were the greatest uncertainties in An Jing’s mind lately.
Setting aside that strange voice, from the first ti they ate ferocious beast at, every ten days the youth in the manor could eat the at again along with so herbal potions.
Children increasingly managed not to succumb to the overwhelming heat and dical effects of the at.
Perhaps it was for this reason that their personalities began to shift.
It wasn’t obvious, but it certainly existed—their personalities beca progressively more subdued.
But saying they were subdued might be more akin to being radical and extre?
Those who were calm beca calr, the silent beca more so, and the previously enthusiastic ones appeared indifferent, yet they beca even more passionate toward their true friends.
Even An Jing felt this way; his relationships with Gu Yeqi and Cang Linzu improved, while it beca increasingly difficult for other children to truly be acknowledged by An Jing as friends.
He felt this way, let alone others.
—Was this the effect of the beast at, or the herbal dicine?
An Jing could not be sure; he only knew that his dreams were becoming increasingly restless.
He awoke from nightmares several tis, always hearing strange sounds, sotis like fierce beasts gnashing teeth, or swords clashing, or even the rushing sounds of a blood river, which inexplicably stirred up anger in him.
These actually weren’t important; the real concern was why Hanging Fate Manor was doing this.
“Could it be because of puberty?”
An Jing speculated, “Or perhaps it’s the awakening of a ‘Loyal Warrior’ or the ‘Heavenly Mandate’ that requires such extre personalities?”
According to age, most of the children collected by Hanging Fate Manor were entering puberty—a period of rapid growth.
Ferocious beast at could promote developnt, making individuals stronger and more robust, and potions could suppress impulses to prevent rebellious behavior during puberty from interfering with training progress and missing this critical period of rapid growth.
Those who couldn’t suppress their impulses were unable to get through this period smoothly, so they were abandoned and sent down the mountain.
Being a son of the Martial Family, An Jing was naturally very aware of his own physical developnt, so it wasn’t surprising that Hanging Fate Manor considered using dicinal potions for suppression.
Everyone’s personality change… in such a secluded manor life where nurous instructors taught both verbally and by example, it was inevitable to beco extre.
As for his strange dreams, perhaps they were a side effect of physical growth?
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