Chapter 460

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Chapter 460: Social Anxiety?

“It’s called practical training, but it seems like he just tortured us for a while. After the torture, he didn’t say a word, not even a suggestion…” Cao Yuan shook his head, “I don’t quite understand.”

Baili Pangpang nodded in agreement, “I feel the same way. It seems like the Sword Saint’s way of thinking is a bit different from that of normal people.”

“What kind of normal person becomes a Sword Saint and then works as a waiter?”

“And I always feel like he doesn’t really want to communicate with us.”

“I feel that way too.”

“Could he be socially anxious?” Baili Pangpang said with a strange expression.

Cao Yuan shot him a glance, “He’s the pinnacle of humanity; it’s normal for him to be aloof. How could he possibly be socially anxious?”

“…”

“Besides, what socially anxious person would want to be called Sword Saint?” Cao Yuan added, “Such a silly title doesn’t seem like something a socially anxious person would come up with.”

“But he really is the Sword Saint,” Baili Pangpang sighed, “Speaking of which, it’s already surprising to have a Sword Saint in this era. Aren’t such people usually found in ancient times or fantasy worlds?

It’s hard to imagine a Sword Saint in a modern city full of skyscrapers, dressed in a shirt and sneakers, walking out of a local diner, drawing his sword, and demanding the gods to bow down…

Isn’t that a bit strange?

As for the Sword Immortal, I can’t even dare to think about it.”

“Sword Saints are everywhere, but where can we find a Sword Immortal?” An Qingyu suddenly chimed in.

“Regardless, the Sword Saint is truly the pinnacle of humanity. Although his personality is a bit hard to grasp, his strength is undeniable,” Lin Qiye slowly spoke, “Since Commander Ye went to such great lengths to bring him here, he must believe we can learn something from him.”

The others nodded in agreement.

Lin Qiye glanced at the sky and said to everyone, “Let’s call it a day for now. Everyone should go back and rest well. If nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow will be quite torturous…”

……

The next day.

Lin Qiye was awakened by the alarm clock, quickly got out of bed, and after washing up, headed to the open space in the warehouse.

Learning from yesterday’s lesson, Lin Qiye and the others had discussed last night and decided to wake up earlier. They couldn’t keep a human pinnacle waiting to teach them every day.

But when Lin Qiye arrived at the open space, he realized he had been naive.

Zhou Ping was already standing in the center of the warehouse’s open space, holding a feather duster that seemed to have come from nowhere, diligently cleaning the dust in the corners. His eyes were heavy, but he still looked quite energetic.

“…Good morning, Sword Saint,” Lin Qiye checked the time, confirming it was still early morning, with the sun not fully risen outside, and his mouth twitched slightly.

Zhou Ping nodded and grunted in response.

Then he continued to tend to the dust in the corner.

“You could wake up a bit later; the morning class starts at a specific time.” After finishing one corner, Zhou Ping walked toward another corner while speaking to Lin Qiye.

“Since it starts at a specific time, why did you wake up so early, Senior?” Lin Qiye couldn’t help but ask.

Zhou Ping replied calmly, “When I was at the restaurant, my third uncle would wake up early every day to prepare the ingredients. I also need to wake up early to clean before opening for business. After years of doing this, I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Is it really necessary to wake up this early just to run a restaurant?”

“My third uncle is a detail-oriented person. The time he spends preparing ingredients is often longer than the actual cooking time, which is why he doesn’t offer many dishes each day,” Zhou Ping said calmly. “To him, the quality of the dishes is more important than the quantity.”

Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.

Soon, the others arrived at the open space and, seeing Zhou Ping busy, their expressions were a bit strange.

“Qiye, should we help out?” Cao Yuan asked in confusion.

Lin Qiye shook his head, “I’ve wanted to help for a long time, but the Sword Saint won’t let us…”

“So we just watch from the side?”

“It seems that way.”

The five of them each grabbed a small stool and sat in the center of the open space, silently watching Zhou Ping’s focused and busy figure.

He seemed to be constantly busy, and no matter what he was doing, he poured all his energy into it. He cleaned every gap between the tiles until they were spotless, wiped every stain on the wall until it completely disappeared, even if he had to wipe it ten, twenty, or thirty times…

No matter how simple the action or how tedious the repetition, he seemed to find no boredom in it, but rather immersed himself wholeheartedly.

It was as if he wasn’t cleaning but sculpting a piece of art.

Lin Qiye and the others stared blankly at his figure, the light in the sky growing brighter. Sunlight streamed through the top window, casting a faint golden film over the ground.

The air was filled with the scent of cleaning agents and moisture, shimmering with faint rainbow hues under the sunlight.

Before they knew it, the time had come.

Zhou Ping rolled up his sleeves, put the cleaning supplies back in place, and walked over to Lin Qiye and the others.

“Today, your training content will still be reading,” Zhou Ping said slowly. “However, you must focus entirely on it. Immerse yourself in the book and carefully experience the emotions of the characters. You need to become them.

Do you understand?”

Lin Qiye and the others nodded.

They each took a book from the box and returned to their stools to read. Today, Lin Qiye chose “The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.” Although he had already read most of it before, that didn’t stop him from reading it again.

As Zhou Ping said, what he needed to do was not just read but to immerse himself in the characters of the book.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, opened the book, and began to read carefully.

Zhou Ping also took a copy of “The Legend of the Condor Heroes,” sitting at the entrance of the warehouse, engrossed in his reading.

The entire warehouse was incredibly quiet, with only the occasional sound of pages turning echoing in the air.

A few hours later.

Lin Qiye slowly closed the book.

He stared at the cover, which displayed the publisher and price, and stood there in a daze for a long time before coming back to his senses.

His heart was filled with mixed emotions.

He had followed Zhou Ping’s advice and completely immersed himself in the role of Linghu Chong, experiencing the ups and downs of the story and feeling his emotions… He had never read a novel like this before.

However, the strength Zhou Ping mentioned that one could gain from the story, he still felt nothing.

Lin Qiye turned to look at the others and found their expressions were similar, filled with helplessness.

They were about to say something when they suddenly froze in place.

At the entrance of the warehouse, the figure sitting alone in the sunlight held a book in hand…

Tears streaming down his face.