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Song Shuhang's mind was in immense pain.

It felt as if a scorching-hot iron rod had been inserted straight into his brain.

This was the essence of cramming. As long as your brain is functioning, better continue feeding it with information!

The three-eyed young man was ruthless, and he didn't even give him the opportunity to adjust to the pain.

Song Shuhang firmly clutched the armrest, his lips blue and his toes curled up from the severe pain he was experiencing.

Senior Three Eyes would ask him with a gentle voice from time to time, "Is it painful? Have you passed out yet? Are you still conscious? Can you continue enduring it?"

His voice was surprisingly warm. Just listening to it made one feel quite rejuvenated.

So damn gentle!

Next to them, the butler was thinking about whether or not it should massage Tyrannical Song's temples to ease his pain.

Little friend Tyrannical Song looked so miserable right now, to the point that the butler felt like it was going to end up shedding some tears for him.

"Come on, little friend Tyrannical Song. The first wave is going to end soon. Victory is in sight. You can do it, you must persevere." Senior Three Eyes encouraged Song Shuhang enthusiastically.

If Song Shuhang could not even withstand the first wave, wouldn't his carefully assembled ten waves of information go to waste? Therefore, Tyrannical Song had to last, at the very least, until the fourth wave for it to be worth it.

"Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, do you want a chewing stick?" the butler asked thoughtfully.

Song Shuhang was gritting his teeth and letting out painful whimpers from time to time. If he continued like this, he might end up biting his tongue off. As such, the butler felt that a chewing stick might come in handy.

The three-eyed young man turned around and glared at the eyeball-looking butler. If not for his butler having no mouth, he would have stuck a chewing stick right in to shut it up!

After about five breaths of time, Song Shuhang slumped in the chair.

He was gasping for breath, deathly pale, and covered in sweat. In this world behind the wooden door, there was no difference between a physical body and consciousness.

The first wave of information had finally ended.

In Song Shuhang's mind, there were all kinds of questions about cultivation, all of which were raised by practitioners across the universe.

Theoretically speaking, these questions could benefit him.

However, the problem was that in the information that Senior Three Eyes transmitted to his brain, there were only questions and no answers!

Moreover, Song Shuhang couldn't even understand the majority of the questions that were raised.

It was not because he had a low level of theoretical knowledge but rather because of the language barrier.

Language was indispensable for communication. If people were unable to communicate with each problem, problems would arise.

As a result, a large number of the questions that were raised made no sense to him.

They had no other use aside from making his brain hurt.

Song Shuhang slumped in the chair—the pain that he had just gone through was comparable to death.

This kind of forced infusion of data was way worse than the 88,888 voices that kept ringing in his mind when he was studying the secret appraisal technique.

However, after this first wave of pain, Song Shuhang felt that he had finally adapted to this new kind of pain a little bit.

His body had begun to develop antibodies to fight against the pain.

Moreover, he did not know if it was just his misconception, but he felt that the strength of his divine sense had increased significantly. His mental energy also seemed to have grown to a certain extent when he was enduring the infusion of data.

The three-eyed young man said passionately, "Little friend Tyrannical Song, congratulations on getting through the first wave! However, now is not the time to rest. There are still nine waves waiting for you. We have no time to waste on meaningless things like rest. Rest is a waste of time and life. We must continue."

Song Shuhang said tremblingly, "Wait, wait a minute, Senior! At least let me catch my breath!"

The three-eyed young man nodded and said, "No problem. After all, you are a junior, and I can't give others the impression of being someone who bullies his juniors. I'll give you some time to catch your breath."

The eyeball-looking butler looked at Song Shuhang with pity in its eye.

A moment later, the three-eyed young man pressed his third eye against Song Shuhang's forehead again. "You've already rested for three seconds. Come, let's begin with the second wave. We should strike the iron while it's hot!"

"Aahhh!" The classic Song Shuhang's four-toned scream sounded.

The despicable Senior Three Eyes did keep his promise in a way; he let him catch his breath for three seconds!

[It would be great if this pain could be diverted to somewhere else. As long as I can divert the pain, I can adapt to it faster and gain more resistance to it.] While his brain was in shock, this thought flashed through Song Shuhang's mind.

When he thought of that, Song Shuhang felt that the pain in his brain seemed to have reduced significantly.

It was as if the pain had really been diverted somewhere else.

The intensity of the stream of information that was being forced into his brain had not decreased. Yet, when compared to the first wave, the second wave felt weaker.

Then, was it just psychological?

The amount of information that Song Shuhang's brain was receiving was increasing, and this was not something that could be faked.

Yet, the level of pain that he was experiencing seemed to be dropping.

[Could it be that I'm getting used to this pain?]

[No, my ability to bear this kind of pain is still very weak.]

[So, a part of the pain has really been diverted somewhere else!]

[Could it be that the QR chat group, Cultivation, has unlocked a new function that allows me to share my pain with others?]

[That can't be right, though. If the pain has really been diverted elsewhere, then there should have been a prompt of some sort…]

Song Shuhang went to check the QR code, but it had clearly not been activated.

Then, where did my pain go?

"Your whole body is trembling. Are you in pain, little friend Tyrannical Song?" said Senior Three Eyes softly.

Song Shuhang gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He did that because the eyes were a window to the soul, and he feared that the three-eyed young man would notice that his pain was decreasing from his gaze.

Because part of it was diverted elsewhere, the pain he was feeling returned within a range he could endure.

Song Shuhang's pain endurance skill was now fully activated.

His adaptability to this new type of pain was improving rapidly.

After twenty breaths, the second wave of data entered its final stage.

Then, there was another surprise.

Song Shuhang could understand a part of the second wave of information.

The practitioners who were asking questions in this part of the data stream appeared to be practitioners from Earth.

Even if there were no answers to these questions, the questions could help Song Shuhang increase his knowledge.

The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group should have also watched his Profound Sage Speech, so it was possible that their questions would be entering his mind soon.

I wonder what questions the seniors in the group asked…

Song Shuhang became a little curious. He was the type of person that was very lively as long as his brain wasn't being stirred with a hot iron rod.