Chapter 35
, The World's Diversity
Chapter 35, The World's Diversity
The gravity chamber door slid open silently.
As Jiang Ming slung his gun case over his shoulder and stepped out the door, he felt a strange sense of imbalance.
This sense of imbalance is not physical, but rather a perceptual misalignment.
The sunlight outside was perfect, streaming through the glass curtain wall high up in the nine-story building and casting bright spots of light on the corridor floor.
A delicate floral fragrance and the scent of air freshener wafted through the air.
Jiang Ming extended his senses and could hear the laughter and chatter of the students in the hall, the trial room, and the challenge room.
Everything was so vibrant.
Jiang Ming paused at the door for a moment, as if trying to adjust to this "overly rich" world.
He spent a whole year in the Time Chamber.
365 days and nights, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes... Every minute and every second, in that 30-square-meter metal room, the only thing that accompanied him was a long, silent spear.
There are no windows, so you can't see the sun and moon turning.
There were no human voices; no external sounds could be heard.
Only my own breathing, heartbeat, and the sharp whistling of the gun tip cutting through the wind.
He continued to cultivate in such an environment for a year, and even though Jiang Ming considered himself to have a fairly good temperament, he persevered.
But now that he has returned to the real world, Jiang Ming still feels a strong sense of unreality.
Stepping out of the gravity chamber at this moment feels like suddenly falling from a silent black-and-white film world into a colorful, noisy 3D cinema.
"Jiang Ming?"
A gentle female voice came from the side.
Jiang Ming turned his head and saw Jiang Fang standing at the corner of the corridor, wearing a light blue training uniform, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, and holding a tablet computer in her hand.
She seemed to have been waiting for a while.
"Teacher Jiang."
Jiang Ming spoke, his voice more hoarse than he had expected. It had been too long since he had spoken to anyone.
He subconsciously cleared his throat and walked towards Jiang Fang.
My footsteps landed on the ground with a light, unreal feeling.
This is not only due to changes in gravity, but also the psychological feeling of weightlessness.
He spent nearly a year under 100 times the gravity and then a month under 1000 times the gravity.
Even after the gravity has been adjusted back to normal, muscle memory still retains the illusion that every inch of movement requires resisting immense pressure.
"You're out."
Jiang Fang put away the tablet, her gaze lingering on Jiang Ming for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
The young man before me had a subtle change in demeanor compared to when he entered the gravity chamber a day earlier.
Although she couldn't explain the reason for this change, she could clearly sense that Jiang Ming was different from the day before.
"Uh-huh""
Jiang Ming nodded, his gaze falling on Jiang Fang's face, and he suddenly felt a strong urge to say a few more words.
"After a year of isolation from the world and no social interaction, I am now back in the real world." Jiang Ming felt a strong urge to express himself and wanted to say something.
"Has Teacher Jiang been waiting long?"
Jiang Ming tried his best to suppress his urge to confide in others, slowly trying to balance his mental imbalance.
"Not long ago, I just arrived."
Jiang Fang sensed the unusual tone in Jiang Ming's voice. Although she was surprised by Jiang Ming's enthusiasm, she didn't think much of it.
"Is your cultivation going smoothly?"
"It went very smoothly."
Jiang Ming smiled and nodded.
"It's just a bit stuffy."
"That's true. There's no internet in the gravity chamber. If you're alone in there for 24 hours, you'll definitely feel a bit bored."
Jiang Fang nodded with a smile, and at this moment, the doubts in her heart were also resolved.
"Normally we only go into the gravity chamber for one or two hours every other day or several days. I've never seen anyone cultivate as crazy as you before."
As she spoke, she turned around naturally and gestured for Jiang Ming to walk towards the elevator together.
"Let's go back to Jiangnan Pavilion and rest for a while. You must be tired too."
"fine."
Jiang Ming followed her steps, but his gaze couldn't help but drift to the windows on both sides of the corridor, looking at the scenery of the training camp outside.
Green trees, pavilions, students practicing in the distant square, and clouds drifting slowly across the horizon.
All of this was so ordinary, it couldn't be more so.
But in Jiang Ming's eyes at this moment, there was a vividness that was almost "luxurious".
He took a deep breath; the air was filled with the fresh scent of green plants, the faint smell of oil from metal equipment, and the aroma of the food the trainees had brought.
The aroma awakened Jiang Ming's long-dormant appetite.
The cosmic energy carried by Muya Crystal allows Jiang Ming to not need to eat. However, for Jiang Ming, who has not eaten for a year, even a little bit of food aroma can awaken his appetite.
"Has Teacher Jiang eaten yet?"
Jiang Ming suddenly asked.
"not yet."
Jiang Fang turned her head to look at Jiang Ming.
"Would you like to grab something to eat?"
Jiang Ming suggested.
"it is good."
Nighttime, Jiangnan Pavilion.
Jiang Ming scrolled through news and forum posts on his tablet, occasionally muttering a few words to himself.
It wasn't until late at night that Jiang Ming finally put down the tablet.
"No wonder even Luo Feng, after being trapped in Ruins No. 9 for more than a year, would have his mentality collapse a bit."
This kind of confinement-like life is truly inhuman.
Jiang Ming lay comfortably on the sofa chair and took a sip of the iced drink on the table.
After most of the day, Jiang Ming has gradually recovered from his mental imbalance.
"When I was cultivating, I was just focused on cultivation. Looking back now, I realize that I did something that was quite remarkable."
Jiang Ming felt a little smug. This year of arduous training was no different from being locked up in darkness for a year.
Looking back on his year of confinement, Jiang Ming still can't figure out how he managed to endure it.
As dawn broke through, the thin mist lingered.
Jiang Minggang woke up from a deep sleep.
Planetary-level martial artists have very low sleep requirements; even if they don't sleep for several months, it won't have much of an impact. For Jiang Ming, sleep is not a real need.
It's just a ritualistic form of mental relaxation.
Footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard gate.
Jiang Ming got up and pushed open the courtyard gate.
Good morning, Teacher Jiang.
Jiang Fang stood outside the door, dressed in a plain white training uniform, her long hair simply tied back. In her hands she held two training scimitars, their sheaths made of simple black leather.
"Come in and talk."
Jiang Ming stepped aside.
"yes.
""
Jiang Fang nodded slightly.
The two stood in the open space of bluestone in the center of the courtyard.
Jiang Fang, holding two swords, spoke earnestly.
"Inspector Jiang, my swordsmanship has been stuck at the perfect level for seven years."
Over the course of seven years, I consulted the Inspector General and listened to the martial arts lectures given by the Master and Thor in the training camp, but I still couldn't grasp the threshold of its essence.
She paused, then looked directly at Jiang Ming.
"I know you use a gun, but when I watched you make a move the other day, your gun technique had the slashing and grappling intent of a knife."
The three-pointed double-edged spear is inherently a weapon that is half spear and half sword. Since you have mastered it to such a high level, you must also have a profound understanding of swordsmanship.
Jiang Ming did not answer immediately. He walked to the shelf next to him and picked up one of the training scimitars.
"Teacher Jiang, although I have seen you fight before, I don't know much about your swordsmanship. Let's spar first so I can get a basic understanding of your swordsmanship."