Time goes back ten minutes.
"Is this how you raid tombs?"
A chubby Demon Cultivator whispered, the look in his eyes clear and naive like a well-educated college student.
Despite having a head full of book theories, he had no practical experience in society.
"This is exactly how you raid tombs!"
Shao Chaikun said with enthusiastic gestures:
"As a Demon Cultivator, every inch of ground you pass by should be searched thoroughly. Learn to ransack, steal weapons from treasure chests, clothes hanging in courtyards, even when entering a tavern for tea, steal the owner's teacup or bowls when he turns away."
"Back in the day, that's how I honed my skills, cleaning out Ximu Town in Skyrim Province, going house to house, not leaving a penny, until I accidentally killed one of their chickens..."
His voice paused, growing more solemn:
"No matter what, we are Demon Cultivators. Skyscrapers rise from the ground up, we need to scrape together every Magic Coin to save, only then can we outpace others."
"When entering a tomb, if you want, follow me. After all, the chubby one is one of the main characters, so your chances of survival are high. Just listen to my orders then."
"While others go deeper, we'll mind our own business. I'll take you to rip up the floorboards first, because the tiles buried with the dead are definitely worth something, little by little."
"Of course, it might not be tiles, could be wall stones, ironware, oil lamps... In short, after entering, I'll help you rummage through everything."
"If we sense any trouble, we silently put people in front of us as shields. If enemies attack, we run."
The chubby Demon Cultivator pondered, deeply shaken: "You make sense, only with such caution can one grow. Your 'Old Six Immortal Cultivation Guide' makes a lot of sense."
He felt he was too young! ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI(F)ire.net
After all, teenagers are the most hot-headed, not to mention they have the pride of scholars.
Now thinking about it, you can totally let it go.
Pride will get you killed.
Staying alive is the only future.
"These are the basics of tomb raiding, adapt as needed."
Shao Chaikun said nonchalantly: "Let me tell you more, as Demon Cultivators roaming the world and hiding within Righteous Cultivators, remember four key points: don't uphold loyalty, betray comrades, run away at the first sign of trouble, seduce your friend's wife!"
The chubby one hesitated a bit: "Isn't seducing a friend's wife a bad thing to do?"
Shao Chaikun shook his head, saying something inexplicably powerful:
"Is Green Hat Manor just for show? We must let the world feel pain! Green hats roam unrestrained across this world!"
The chubby Demon Cultivator felt this guy had a story.
Could it be his own wife was seduced, that's why he's taking revenge ?
The surrounding Cultivators building houses also looked shocked, gathering around him.
As expected from a Great Noble Family.
Building houses for a single Magic Coin.
Earlier, they sneered, thinking it brought shame to a Cultivator.
They are proper Cultivators with family traditions!
Even those well-read Loose Cultivators, even if they've studied for over a decade, wouldn't do such menial work as building houses for others.
Before, when family elders saw them building houses, they demanded they help too, for such lowly work, they felt furious inside.
Thinking back now, they felt ashamed of their arrogance.
This was clearly a form of training.
—Abandon dignity to pick up resources.
We are Demon Cultivators, not Righteous Cultivators. Why care about face?
They have given us a proper lesson, their Blood Separation lineage is the true traditional Demon Cultivation.
Building houses with such humility is breaking through psychological barriers.
Shao Chaikun saw this and continued to spread Old Six knowledge:
"Let me tell you another trick. For instance, when executing a move, yell 'watch the sword', but actually kick!"
"We've been taught that," the chubby Demon Cultivator said honestly.
Shao Chaikun didn't mind, "Then let me teach you another trick."
"Most of the Great Cultivators, particularly the Righteous Cultivators, are very mindful of their dignity. You can use a feces throwing tactic to attack. Of course, not excessively, throwing too much would provoke them to a life-and-death struggle, triggering their killing intent. You need to grasp a reasonable degree, using it for intimidation, not attack."
"An intimidation weapon is the most powerful... you must hold the deadly weapon, making them unable to advance or retreat, wanting to but hesitating, wanting to retreat but loathe to do so."
"Have you learned this trick?" Shao Chaikun asked.
The chubby one shook his head vehemently, saying such a thing is rare, never found in their family education.
Meanwhile, a blacksmith joined in and said:
"Actually, there's another method that can train our face. Every young generation in our manor must go through such training!"
"What's that?" The Demon Cultivator disciples were curious.
Isn't lowering one's dignity just building houses for people?
If every person in their great family undergoes it, it must be very effective.
The blacksmith didn't say anything, he shoved his head into the snow, raised his buttocks, squatted down, "Look at my Iron Shattering Fang!"
"The 18th form, Old Man Pushing Earth!"
The Falling Geese on the Level Sands style!
Head buried in snow, pushing forward, snow being plowed by his front teeth all the way.
This time, the blacksmiths were of the Human Race, not Money Children, so they couldn't eat dirt.
But the skilled dirt-eating technique was seamlessly adapted to eating snow.
"This is too over the top."
Everyone was dumbfounded, deeply shocked.
They felt a bout of second-hand embarrassment rising.
Is this the devil's trial of Demon Cultivator clans, training people to abandon dignity?
After all, great families are all about fierce competition, the capable rise to the top, there's often internal conflict and sibling rivalry.
Compared to such demon trials, internal battles aren't much.
However, this trick is indeed ruthless.
Even Shi Youxing next to them stayed silent for a moment.
Honestly, some Demon Cultivator families do have such training methods.
Even some so-called "wolf culture" companies in reality make underperforming employees strip and dance, run, shout awkward slogans, even conduct absurd "ice-breaking" activities, all supposedly to train their cheek.
Such training is indeed practiced by many Demon Cultivator families with long histories, but not so bizarrely.
Wait, not so bizarre, too bizarre.
"Is it training time again?"
"Wait for me, I'll be on the battlefield in ten seconds."
The blacksmiths around, seeing this, dropped their house-building actions and showed off their dirt-eating techniques, quite skillfully practiced, it was obvious they had done it many times.
Some ate with their butts raised.
Some ate while lying down.
A splendid scene of various Divine Techniques displayed by the Eight Immortals as they cross the sea.
The most eye-catching was Su Yuniang.
With her legs crossed, sitting, making an orchid gesture with one hand, eyelids drooping, in a poised and serene posture, holding snow in one hand as if elegantly holding a Jade Purification Bottle.
It was the legendary Guanyin Dirt-Eating style.
Snowflakes drifted down, covering the ground in white, imbuing an unusual sense of sanctity.
These ten blacksmiths, majestic in manner, each in their own stance, were like Arhats in a temple.
Lying sideways, digging soil, plucking flowers... with laughter, joy and grief, in carefree, varied movements eating dirt, inexplicably evoking an insurmountable solemn and sacred aura.
Watching all this, the surrounding Demon Cultivator disciples could no longer speak from shock, merely stared agape at everything.
They were inwardly overwhelmed, was this the education of Great Family Demon Cultivators?