Bibi Han continued to climb, once again reaching a height of 56 meters. The immense physical exertion made him want to give up, but thinking about it, that was impossible.
I want to become stronger every moment, colder—climb for me!
"Ah!" Bibi Han rolled down again, but this time it was an agility-type attack system Spirit Sage who helped block the iron ball for him. The man looked at Bibi Han with a hint of admiration in his eyes—not for his strength, but for his perseverance and courage.
In the end, Bibi Han completely collapsed after reaching a height of 75 meters and lost all strength. He woke up still in the room filled with the aroma of medicinal herbs.
"Grandpa Ju, how long have I been asleep?"
"An hour and a half."
"Whoa, that long?!"
Looking at the medicinal bath, Bibi Han felt a bit…
"Grandpa Ju, is this medicinal bath different from the one I used before? The effect feels better!"
"No, of course not," Ju Douluo replied hurriedly.
"Hmph, Grandpa Ju, don't lie to me. I know very well that if you had such an effective medicinal bath, you would have given it to me long ago. You wouldn't have waited until now."
"There's only one truth—this is someone else's medicinal bath recipe," Bibi Han said firmly.
"Sigh, I really can't hide anything from you. This was given by the Second Priest, something highly treasured by their family."
"You mustn't tell anyone!" Ju Douluo's voice suddenly grew tense.
The Second Priest, a Level 98 Peak Douluo, could defeat more than a dozen of you.
"Ah, I see." So the old man also had this kind of personality—Bibi Han decided not to let him know he had figured it out. Thinking about this, the old man's figure grew even taller in his heart.
When he returned to the hill, the Golden Crocodile seemed to be waiting for him.
Approaching, Bibi Han bowed respectfully and said, "Master."
The Golden Crocodile was startled and stared into Bibi Han's eyes. "That little Xiaoju told you to take a medicinal bath? Hmph, is his skin itching for trouble?"
Bibi Han paused for a moment and thought, Xiaoju, little one? My Grandpa Ju calls me little one, and you call him little one?
But this man seemed twice as big as Tang Chen, the great-grandfather. It seemed fitting.
"No, I guessed it from the stronger medicinal bath," Bibi Han replied.
"Hmph, I haven't truly agreed to take you as my disciple yet," the Golden Crocodile said coldly.
Bibi Han just smiled and replied, "Yes, Master." And so, he continued his training.
After absorbing the medicinal bath provided by his master, Bibi Han's body became even stronger. He finally managed to soar to a height of 1.79 meters.
That afternoon, Bibi Han returned to his room, using the gentle soul power of the Blue Silver God to continuously nourish and heal his eyes. He still practiced—neither practice contradicted the other.
A knock came at the door.
"Mother."
"Han'er, how was your training today? Still in pain?"
"Mother, you're worrying too much. It hurts, but it's worth it," Bibi Han replied casually.
He then raised his fists and said, "Even though I only trained for one day, I feel like I can surpass myself after completing the first stage of training."
His mother nodded. "Injuries are inevitable on the road to strength. Being hurt is completely normal. In battle, if you're not afraid of injury, you can gain a huge advantage against someone of equal combat power."
"I see, thank you, Mother."
The next day, Bibi Han returned to the hill to continue training.
Yesterday, he had fallen eight times. Today, he would fall a few more.
Bibi Han strapped on the rings and rushed forward. Indeed, rushing made him exert more energy and increased the difficulty. Sure enough, he couldn't make it past 60 meters.
Rush and fall, rush and fall again. A week later, Bibi Han relied entirely on speed to climb to 80 meters. Aside from hard work, part of the credit went to the medicinal bath, whose effects were remarkable.
A month and a half later, Bibi Han ran up to 160 meters.
After four months, Bibi Han finally completed this training stage—charging straight to the mountaintop in one go. Looking down from above, he was filled with emotion. It hadn't been easy—after enduring so much pain, he had finally conquered this mountain.
"Good, good," the Golden Crocodile suddenly appeared beside Bibi Han, speaking with satisfaction.
"Master, I understand the purpose of your training," Bibi Han said gratefully.
"Oh? Then tell me, what was my intention?"
"The first stage was mainly to train my willpower, not to fall until the very last moment. The physical pressure was to pave the way for the second stage of training."
"The second stage was mainly to train my endurance, so that I wouldn't flee out of fear of injury during future battles."
After all, many young masters and young ladies from great families avoided being slapped in the face, or gave up against a fatal strike out of fear of being scarred.
The Golden Crocodile nodded. "So, what should you do next—increase the weight of the iron ball?"
"No, your medicinal bath cooling period is over. If you keep training like this, the results won't be as good. You should go and obtain your spirit ring."
Finally, he was going to get his spirit ring. He had been training for so long for this moment. Bibi Han clenched his fists with excitement.
The next morning, Bibi Han was fully dressed and ready to depart.
It was his mother, Bibi Dong, and Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo who would take him to obtain his spirit ring.
He wasn't surprised about Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, but he hadn't expected his mother to come as well.
Because of training, Bibi Han had been spending less time with his mother Bibi Dong, sometimes even missing meals. So, Bibi Dong set aside her affairs to accompany him.
Several luxurious carriages set out—one with mother and son, one with Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, and several others with their attendants.