Chapter 11: The Spiritual Victory Method!

Inside the training ground, the fellow disciple pointed at by Gu Shuqi was at a loss.

He recognized the fellow disciple beside him; he had entered the sect a few months earlier and was already close to reaching the martial power required for external deployment, something he was far from matching.

But after a moment of hesitation, he still gritted his teeth and swung his palm to slap the fellow disciple beside him hard.

And beside him, the disciple whom the instructor had explicitly ordered to be insulted, who clearly possessed superior strength and speed, could have dodged.

But at the very instant he wanted to evade, a terrifying aura acted upon him, freezing him rigid in place, too terrified to move, forcing him to take the slap.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, everyone watched the man's face quickly swell up.

'I...' The disciple who struck looked at his own palm, while Gu Shuqi was already standing behind him.

"How is it? Is it satisfying? The opponent is clearly stronger than you, yet he can only be insulted by you; have you enjoyed the feeling of insulting a stronger person?"

Gu Shuqi's words were like the whisper of a demon.

Recalling the moment he had slapped, the disciple looked at the humiliated expression on the face of the one he had hit and unconsciously nodded.

"Everyone saw that, didn't they?" Gu Shuqi said to everyone:

"With this single slap, at least three days of bitter cultivation are saved for him; he will never forget this slap for the rest of his life."

"Because this might be the only opportunity in his life to obtain the chance to insult someone stronger; for the rest of his life, he will be reliving the feeling of this slap."

After speaking, Gu Shuqi walked to the front of the beaten disciple and said: "His feeling is satisfaction, so what is your feeling?"

"Me?" The beaten disciple, his face full of shame and anger, said: "Of course it is not satisfying, Steward Gu, this is unfair; I request to strike back immediately! I, Bai Feisi, have never suffered such a great humiliation in my life."

Looking at the indignant Bai Feisi, Instructor Gu coldly spat out two words: "Fool."

Facing the gazes of all the disciples, Gu Shuqi said coldly:

"We Wu Zhiren must never encounter setbacks, because once a setback occurs, your heart will be worn down; this is also the reason I teach you the 'Acting Method'."

"The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart like a mirror stand. Constantly wipe it diligently, so that no dust gathers!"

Gu Shuqi said with deep feeling: "The so-called Acting Method is to constantly transform one's identity, forever standing in an invincible position."

He looked at the beaten Bai Feisi and said: "It's just a slap; you cannot dwell on setbacks, because the more you think, the angrier you get; at this time, you need to change your perspective; you must strip your spirit out, treating the one who struck as yourself, and the one who was struck as the other."

'Treat the one who struck as yourself, and the one who was struck as the other?' Everyone present was stunned simultaneously.

"If you really can't manage it, just treat it as a son hitting his father; anyway, no matter the situation, you absolutely cannot be in a weak position; you must even feel that being hit is a blessing, as others wish to be hit but don't have that fortune."

After hearing Gu Shuqi's words, the guy who had been hit stood frozen in place, unable to recover his senses for a long time.

The instructor's speech was like a sudden enlightenment to him.

After a long while, the beaten disciple stood up excitedly and bowed to the disciple who had struck him, saying: "Thank you, junior brother, for granting me this beating; senior brother has realized."

"What have you realized?" the striking disciple said, dazed.

"Very simple; with this beating, I have already won far more than you."

Bai Feisi said joyfully: "Since ancient times, it has mostly been the strong beating the weak, a father beating a son, but this time I am the father beaten by the son; this is simply the first time in history."

"So perhaps I am the first strong person in the world to be defeated by a weak person; just like the Great Expansion Divine Lord who founded the dynasty before, he only achieved the number one spot within the country, but I, Bai Feisi, am number one under heaven; does that not mean I am more powerful than the Great Expansion Lord?"

'Ruzike Sect is teachable.' Gu Shuqi on the side slowly nodded, nodding for Bai Feisi's understanding.

Having just learned the Acting Method, he could already practice until he became proficient and master it thoroughly; he was simply a genius.

Not looking at Bai Feisi, who had already walked out of his ordeal with high spirits, Gu Shuqi looked at the whole field and said: "Just now, this disciple very well promoted the Acting Method."

"As long as you always substitute yourself into the position of the victor, no matter what happens, spiritually you must go from one success to another."

"The things encountered are only small wins, medium wins, and big wins; with so many wins, the path of the martial world lies beneath your feet."

"Thank you, Steward Gu, for your teaching." Around, Instructor Gu's words inspired a large number of Hu Sha Gate disciples, causing these people to willingly bow and thank him in unison.

As for Fang Can, upon seeing the disciple who used the Spiritual Victory Method to such a divine degree, he was completely stunned.

'Can it be played like this? Since it is a subjective martial world that cannot affect the environment, I just affect myself, right?'

Fang Can covered his face, looking at the fellow disciples around him who were all joyous, and for a moment did not know what to feel.

This martial world was refreshing his worldview every single moment.

Looking at the joyous disciples, feeling their sincere gratitude, Gu Shuqi satisfiedly curled the corners of his mouth.

With just a few words, he made these people convinced and convinced; he also had a small win.

In his joy, he spoke a few more words:

"The so-called Acting Method can not only make oneself win, but also allow one to substitute one's identity."

"For example, you can make yourself play the role of an unparalleled genius, a great master of the martial arts; feel that comfort of substituting that identity in your heart; this can give you more motivation and goals."

"It is still the same words of the Great Expansion Divine Lord: as long as there is a heart, everyone is a Martial God; since that is the case, why not first imagine yourself as a Martial God, or a Martial God reincarnated and reborn; first establish yourself spiritually, which is also very helpful for the martial arts."

'My goodness, the Spiritual Victory Method.' Fang Can was completely speechless.

After simply giving a few more instructions, Gu Shuqi left directly, leaving only the disciples looking at each other, cultivating on their own.

And with Gu Shuqi's departure, Bai Feisi, who had just achieved spiritual victory, looked at the junior brother who had slapped him with a cold sneer and said: "Senior brother's hand itches; please, junior brother, grant me instruction."

The disciple who had just been reliving that slap was startled, instinctively stepping back and saying: "Senior brother, didn't you just thank me?"

"I thank you does not mean I won't hit you; after being insulted by you, I insult you back, showing that I face failure without despair; I have won again," Bai Feisi said proudly.

Fang Can, standing aside, was preparing to watch the show, but felt his collar gently tugged; turning his head, he found it was the well-mannered senior brother who had just answered his question.

"Junior brother, you slap me too," the senior brother said with a forced smile on his face.

"Ah?" Fang Can was dumbfounded: "Why?"

"Number one under heaven has been taken by Senior Brother Bai Feisi; please, junior brother, help me take the position of number two under heaven," the senior brother said somewhat unwillingly.

Fang Can:... Do the people in this world all have some serious illness?

(End of Chapter)