My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 36 Rebel

"There will be pain, there will be suffering, there will be tears. Anyone who wants to back out now can leave," Riley announced, his voice booming across the training grounds.

The disciples stood at attention, each of them brimming with pride, but none willing to show fear.

"Only the strongest will survive the training regimen I’ve prepared for you if you want to win the upcoming tournament," he added, his tone dark and serious.

Elder Michael, watching from a distance, couldn’t help but be curious about Riley’s methods.

He didn’t interfere; in fact, he was eager to see how the young elder would train these disciples and prepare them for the grueling competition ahead.

"…." The 24 disciples stood motionless, their faces unwavering. As core disciples of the Stone Mountain Sect, they had earned their place as the strongest disciples below the personal disciples of the elders.

They had long ago cultivated a sense of pride in their abilities. Riley’s words didn’t faze them. If anything, they fueled their determination to prove themselves worthy.

"Good," Riley said, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"You’re all worthy disciples of the Stone Mountain Sect. Next week, the whole world will witness your brilliance. But for that to happen, you’ll need to prove yourselves, not just to me, but to everyone who underestimates you. Now, let’s begin!" Without wasting another moment, he snapped his fingers, signaling the start of the training.

The disciples looked at one another with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

They had no idea what Riley had in store for them, but they trusted in their strength. But they quickly realized their assumptions were far from reality.

An hour later, the disciples were panting, sweating, and struggling to keep up with Riley’s unrelenting pace.

He stood in the center of the training ground, watching with cold, calculating eyes as his disciples were forced to dodge and evade an endless barrage of small stones, which he sent flying through the air with pinpoint precision.

Pak! Pak! Pak!

A pebble struck the backside of one disciple, sending him stumbling forward.

"Watch out!" he shouted, trying to regain his balance as more stones shot past him, each narrowly missing.

"Stay focused!" Riley’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "The tournament won’t wait for you to catch your breath!"

In the middle of the chaos, a beautiful female disciple screamed as another pebble struck her rear.

"Ouch! That hurts, Elder Riley!" she cried out, a hint of embarrassment and frustration in her voice. She stumbled for a moment, her face flushed, before quickly righting herself.

"Please, hit me slower and don’t be too harsh!"

Riley didn’t answer. His focus was entirely on the disciples’ reactions, evaluating their agility, concentration, and resilience.

Pak!

A stone shot through the air with perfect precision, landing directly on the girl’s sexy ass.

"I hate you, Elder Riley!" she yelled, her face now a deep shade of red as tears welled up in her eyes. She moved faster, dodging the stones that relentlessly followed her, forcing her to push her limits.

Every pebble was like a test, each one harder to evade than the last.

The stones were aimed with surgical accuracy, targeting the weakest of the disciples and forcing them to continuously improve their reactions.

Riley stood, arms crossed, a cold smile on his face as he watched the disciples’ struggles. They needed this. This was just the beginning.

As the stones continued to fly, the disciples were forced to move faster, to think on their feet, to become one with the environment around them.

Riley knew that only by facing such brutal training would they ever hope to win the tournament.

As the hour stretched on, the once-proud disciples were now sweating, their bodies sore, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and determination.

But none of them dared to quit—not a single one faltered, despite the pain.

"I won’t go easy on any of you!" Riley called out, his voice carrying through the air. "The strongest survive, and the weak will be left behind. This is the price of greatness!"

The female disciple who had been hit by the stones was now covered in sweat, her movements faster, her eyes sharper. She wasn’t complaining anymore.

She had stopped crying. There was only determination left in her.

Pain was truly the greatest teacher of all, and Riley proved that truth once again today.

Eight hours later, the once fast-moving disciples, who had been able to create afterimages due to their speed and occasionally blink in and out of sight, were now a disheveled mess.

They were barely able to keep running, and most had been struck by the barrage of stones time and time again. Even Leia’s backside was sore from how many times the pebbles had hit her.

"I think it’s time to stop today’s training, Elder Riley," Elder Michael said, concern evident in his voice.

He had watched long enough to see the futility of continuing. What had started as a method to toughen the disciples was now bordering on cruel and unnecessary torture.

Riley, however, paid no attention to Elder Michael’s words. Instead, he turned to his disciples.

"Did you hear what Elder Michael said? Anyone who wants to quit now can leave. You’re free to choose when you want to quit."

At the mere mention of quitting, the 24 disciples all gritted their teeth, unwilling to be seen as weak.

They could feel the burning exhaustion in their muscles and the stinging pain from the stones, but they refused to back down. Quitting wasn’t an option.

"Hehehe, you all make me proud," Riley chuckled.

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"Alright, line up. I have something to give you."

The disciples hesitated but obeyed, knowing they had no choice but to follow his instructions. Riley handed each of them a pill.

This wasn’t an ordinary pill; it had been nurtured with his divine essence, and its effects would be nothing short of miraculous for these disciples.

"Wow! All my wounds are gone!"

"The pain in my ass is gone too!"

"Same here! This is a miracle pill!"