After the high-intensity training, the three sisters were sprawled on the ground, but their bodies were not actually very fatigued.
Due to the excessive use of healing spells, while recovering their physical fatigue, they had also been filled with a large amount of pure life force.
It was also with the support of this life force that they were able to continuously extract their bodies' potential through Qi and Blood martial arts, thereby elevating their life class.
However, having life force and power within one's body was one thing, but mental fatigue was another.
Repeatedly bouncing between broken and enlightened, the three sisters were now completely numb.
However, they did not know that Chen Luo was still somewhat dissatisfied with this rate of improvement.
In fact, in Chen Luo's calculations, injecting his own Qi and Blood power into the weak and forcibly driving them through life transitions was the fastest method.
The simplest way was the first glance that Long Niang gave Chen Luo when she first appeared above the stadium.
However, Chen Luo had tried this method in his home world, and the result was a complete failure.
Every trace of Chen Luo's Qi and Blood power or mental power contained a unique power imprint belonging only to him.
Especially after comprehending the True Self and becoming a Deep One, these power auras were as strange as if they had gained life.
Never mind that the monster powerhouses of the Undead race, with just a slight overflow of aura, could create numerous monsters.
In reality, Chen Luo, as a Domain Master, was the most terrifying source of pollution.
When he was in his home world, he had once wanted to directly infuse Qi and Blood power to create new powerhouses.
But unfortunately, the stimulation brought by Qi and Blood power was tens of millions of times stronger than the life force of healing spells.
After injecting Qi and Blood power, in an instant, it could turn a first-order powerhouse into an idiot with pleasure.
Mental power was even worse; even a trace of Chen Luo's mental power, which was highly condensed, was enough to blow up an ordinary person's brain.
Chen Luo had also tried diluting both powers to a certain extent and injecting them more gently.
However, the result was both a success and a failure.
Beings with a panel would directly inject Chen Luo's power, considering it a high-level infestation. If forcibly infested, it would cause the player to lose their system identity and self, completely becoming a derivative of Chen Luo's power.
Beings without a panel were the same. When faced with high-level infestation, they only lacked the step of losing their player identity; the result was the same – losing themselves and becoming Chen Luo's absolute fanatical believers.
Perhaps it was the underlying rules of the entire void that restricted the weak from obtaining power.
After all, the level advancement of the game system was already an extremely rare shortcut in the myriad worlds of the void.
And the infestation by high-level powerhouses could instantly allow the weak to ascend to heaven.
For example, if Chen Luo wanted to, he could pay some price to directly elevate a weakling's power to the second order.
The price was that this weakling would completely lose their self and become a derivative of Chen Luo's power.
Perhaps the Great Lords would like such methods, but Chen Luo did not.
Chen Luo had terminated the human modification after only preliminary testing, and later used a large amount of purification methods to restore the tested humans to normal.
The path Chen Luo walked was to temper himself and pursue the True Self.
Chen Luo fundamentally disliked such methods of pursuing power at the cost of losing oneself.
Therefore, Chen Luo would rather spend more time helping the three new disciples of the protagonist group improve their strength slowly, rather than turning them into puppets of his power.
Looking at the three sisters, who were completely submerged in water, Chen Luo nodded with satisfaction:
"You are truly blessed for lifetimes to have a master like me!"
"Alright, work hard, get up and let's go wash up. The convoy has slowed down, we should be arriving at our destination soon!"
After speaking, Chen Luo casually closed the door and walked towards the driver's seat, leaving the three sisters sprawled on the ground, looking at each other with tears but no way to cry.
"Big Sister... I'm not clean anymore!"
"Yueyue... Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get up, or we won't be able to get off the car later. Help me hold Xin'er, this girl seems to have gone傻了."
"Ababa ababa ababa...."
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The convoy had been traveling for a full three days and three nights. Except for Fang Zheng, who was a Dragon Cavalry General and drove for three consecutive days, the other driver's seats had changed several shifts of drivers.
The result of this mad dash was that the Lin family's convoy had traveled thousands of kilometers northward from Dragon Heart City, near the eastern sea on the central continent.
Now, snow and wind were gradually appearing around the road, and the temperature had visibly dropped.
Exhaling a white mist casually, Chen Luo pulled over the passenger seat and sat down, looking at the nervous Fang Zheng and said,
"Old Fang, relax. I know you're feeling apprehensive as you approach home, but you're bringing them great news by bringing me back."
Fang Zheng looked at his boss, who had pulled him back from hell, with a wry smile.
Three days ago, on the verge of collapse, he had regained the confidence to live because of Chen Luo's words.
He truly lacked the courage and ability to fight against the Nine Dragons who controlled the world.
But this young man in front of him, he definitely could!
From the moment he followed Chen Luo, Fang Zheng inexplicably had such confidence. Just by looking at Chen Luo, he seemed to see a scarlet flag.
Fang Zheng believed that by following Chen Luo, he would definitely lead him to overthrow this damned world of the Nine Dragons.
However, when he thought about having to explain to the high-ranking officials of the resistance army that this young man was a savior-level powerhouse, Fang Zheng felt a bit exasperated.
After all, his boss looked too harmless, like he could be easily lured away by young ladies, and there was no sign of the dominance needed to overthrow the world.
No, his boss wouldn't be lured away!
Fang Zheng recalled the strange noises coming from the carriage just now, and his gaze towards Chen Luo became peculiar!
Chen Luo, who was casually tearing open a bag of potato chips and munching on them, felt Fang Zheng's strange gaze beside him and looked over in confusion:
"What's wrong? Want some?" He casually handed the potato chips over, looking at the strangely-eyed Fang Zheng in confusion.
Although he could read minds, Chen Luo would generally block this ability unless he was teasing Xin'er, that cunning little ghost.
After all, it was better to see less of people's hearts.
Well, he could read little girls' minds freely, as they were easy to bully. As for Fang Zheng, this middle-aged uncle, it was better not to.
Fang Zheng casually pushed away the potato chips Chen Luo offered. Under Chen Luo's confused gaze, Fang Zheng hesitated for a moment before looking at Chen Luo seriously and saying,
"Um, Boss, can you let my daughter go?"
"Pfft!!"