Noble Pleasures

Actually, cultivating seriously would instead allow them to leave this place earlier.

When the reserves cultivated the 《Sword Qi Body Tempering Technique》, the sword qi would cause double destruction to both the inside and outside of their bodies. As the medicinal power repaired their bodies, it would naturally be consumed much faster.

As such, they could actually leave the training field sooner.

On the other hand, for those who did not cultivate at all and could only passively endure the ravages of the sword qi on the exterior of their bodies, the consumption of the medicinal power within them was much slower.

Because of this, the amount of time they spent on the training field was actually twice as long as, or even more than, the reserves who cultivated normally.

When Ed had said before that some reserves would die here, he hadn't been joking. Most of them were those who had poor talent and couldn't endure the pain.

They would literally die of pain right here, becoming nothing more than withered bones in the Sword Prison.

Thus, in the eyes of many, the Callis family's selection of candidates was not only intense but also bloody.

But this was the Callis family.

...

“Alright, stop.”

He didn't know how much time had passed when Ed's voice rang in Tyr's ear.

Immediately after, he felt his entire body relax as the pain of thousands of sword qi battering him suddenly vanished.

Opening his eyes, he found himself enveloped in a magic power barrier.

“The medicinal power in your body is on the verge of exhaustion. The morning cultivation is over. Go back and rest.”

“Gather at the drill grounds at one-thirty in the afternoon. You will be taught the Callis family's swordsmanship there.”

After bidding farewell to Ed, Tyr walked out of the training field.

Leaving the training field, Tyr felt that even the originally oppressive air of the Sword Prison was filled with a refreshing scent.

Seriously, it was too painful.

Tyr had no idea how long he had stayed inside. Under the ravages of endless pain, trying to keep track of time would have been another layer of deep torture.

However, although cultivating the 《Sword Qi Body Tempering Technique》 was painful, the results were extremely obvious.

Tyr raised his hand and clenched his fist. He could clearly feel that his physical strength had increased.

Throwing a punch forward, Tyr discovered that a trace of sharpness had been added to the wind generated by his fist.

Stretching his body slightly, Tyr turned and headed back to his dormitory.

“Young Master, the bathroom is ready. You may bathe at any time.”

Before Tyr returned, Avia had already filled the bathtub with water, and all kinds of toiletries were prepared.

“I'll bathe first.”

Tyr nodded, taking off his blood-soaked clothes with Avia's assistance.

After experiencing a whole morning of sword qi body tempering, Tyr's clothes were completely drenched in blood.

With thousands of sword qi battering his body, his flesh was truly ripped open. Had it not been for the medicinal power constantly repairing his body, he would have been minced into fine pieces in less than five seconds.

Soaking his body in the bathtub, the warm liquid permeated his skin. The fatigue on his body receded like the tide, and the comfortable sensation sent a wave of pleasant numbness through Tyr's scalp, a stark contrast to the death by a thousand cuts he had just endured all morning.

Standing beside the tub, Avia gently lifted one of Tyr's arms, helping him wash his body.

Tyr had already experienced this kind of service during that night at the Grand Duke's mansion.

At first, Tyr thought he wouldn't get used to it, but how should he put it?

Aside from the slight embarrassment of being seen completely naked by the maids, the service was truly incredible.

The professional maids trained by great nobles had techniques that, if any of them were pulled out at random, would easily outperform the technicians from the high-end clubs in his previous life by miles.

Avia poured essential oil formulated from magic potions onto her hands, rubbing Tyr's body to help him dispel the fatigue from his morning cultivation.

In addition, many bathing products were placed nearby, all formulated from magic potions. Not only could they soothe physical fatigue, but they also had a therapeutic effect on the body.

By the time Tyr stepped out of the bathroom, he felt completely refreshed.

After changing his clothes, Tyr went to the window. Looking down from above, he could see many blood-covered children walking into the dormitory building.

Since he had been back for so long, those who cultivated normally on the training field should have already finished their morning tempering sessions.

At this point, only those children who couldn't resist the pain and could only roll around on the ground would still be left on the training field.

By the time they returned from the training field, they probably wouldn't have much time to rest before they had to attend the afternoon swordsmanship class.

This was where the gap in talent showed itself. Those with good talent not only learned faster than you, but they also did so with much more ease.

“Young Master, it's time to eat.”

While Tyr was lost in thought, Avia had already efficiently prepared lunch.

Compared to yesterday's single small piece of magical beast meat, today's dishes also included a meat broth made with magic plants.

Hard cultivation required dietary supplements in addition to the assistance of the medicinal bath.

Both magical beast meat and magic plants contained magic power. The kitchen would select those with gentle magic power to prepare into dishes for reserves like Tyr to enjoy.

As their strength increased, there would be even more dishes containing magic power in their meals.

After eating lunch, Tyr lay straight down on his bed.

After relaxing in the bath and enjoying a delicious lunch, he now only wanted to have a good sleep.

...

“Young Master, it's time to wake up.”

After an unknown amount of time, Tyr was gently awakened by Avia, who had come to his bedside.

“Avia, what time is it?”

Tyr sat up shakily from the bed, feeling his eyelids extremely heavy.

This was the bad thing about taking an afternoon nap; it was hard to feel as refreshed as when waking up in the morning. Instead, a wave of drowsiness crept over his entire body, making him want to curl back up under the covers.

“It's already one in the afternoon, Young Master. There is still half an hour before your afternoon swordsmanship class begins.”

As Avia spoke, she took off Tyr's pajamas and helped him put on the attire he needed to wear for the afternoon swordsmanship practice.

On the inside was a linen undershirt with a tightened collar, and on the bottom were tight-fitting breeches. The middle layer was a soft-tanned light leather vest protecting his chest, shoulders, and arms, which was printed with the unique dark patterns of the Callis family.

Over this was a loose overgarment, and on his feet were soft-soled lambskin training boots.

In addition, he had to wear a waistband to secure the hem of his shirt, as well as wrist guards.

Looking at his current outfit in the full-length mirror, Tyr twitched the corner of his mouth. He still preferred the training robes he wore when practicing martial arts in his previous life.

Opening the door and stepping out of the dormitory, Tyr intended to head to the drill grounds.

But just as he came out of the dormitory building, his path was blocked by three people.

Letitia, Silas, and Barry, whom he had only briefly seen before.

“Are you going to kneel and beg for mercy now, or are you going to kneel and beg for mercy after we beat you up?”

Silas stepped forward, looking at Tyr with a playful gaze.