Daqin Zhentiansi

Ba Yue nodded, and led Zhang Yuan, striding towards the Han Yue Army's encampment, his bold back view exuding power.

Zhang Yuan was half-embraced by him, feeling the surging blood and indomitable fighting spirit of this "new boss," as well as the real streets, buildings, and pedestrians around him, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

He truly stepped into the historical currents of a million years ago.

Tianyuan City.

The camp of the Hanyue Army.

The military camp, built of massive stones, resembles a crouching behemoth, rugged and imposing, exuding a strong aura of iron and blood.

The salty smell of sweat, the metallic odor of newly forged metal after it has cooled, and the faint, lingering smell of blood left over from the training ground all combine to create a unique, battlefield-like scent that is deeply imprinted on every piece of bluestone and every inch of air.

Ba Yue Zhenjun, the commander of the Han Yue Army, was as tall and imposing as a mountain, and every step he took seemed to cause the ground to tremble slightly.

He strode confidently, leading Zhang Yuan across the training ground, ignoring the curious, awe-inspiring, or scrutinizing gazes directed at him.

He walked straight to the reviewing stand, his voice booming like a bell, making everyone's eardrums buzz:

"Come here, all of you! Look at yourselves carefully!"

Several imposing commanders, clad in heavy armor, quickly gathered together.

Their eyes, sharp as hawks, immediately locked onto the pale-faced but upright young man beside Ba Yue, dressed in a dark black robe.

Zhang Yuan.

Ba Yue's large, fan-like hand slammed heavily on Zhang Yuan's shoulder, making a dull thud, as if testing the hardness of a stubborn rock.

Zhang Yuan's body remained as steady as a rock, without even swaying, calmly enduring the blow that carried a sense of scrutiny and power.

"This kid, Zhang Yuan!" Ba Yue's voice echoed throughout the military camp. "My newly recruited personal guard! He's got real tough bones, I'm quite pleased with him!"

He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the commanders and the elite soldiers who were gradually gathering around him, his expression carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"None of you are allowed to bully him! But—" he changed his tone, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, "train him to death! If he can't even master the first level of the 'Mountain Moving and Mountain Shaking Technique' within three months..."

Ba Yue's gaze turned dangerous, and a bloodthirsty smile spread across his lips: "I'll punish you all too!"

Instantly, countless gazes, like tangible needles, pierced Zhang Yuan. Curiosity, scrutiny, disdain, and a surge of fighting spirit...

In the military, the strong are respected.

For a newcomer to receive such "special" treatment from the commander-in-chief, he must either have a powerful background or...

They really have real skills.

Judging from Zhang Yuan's pale complexion and seemingly ordinary Qi Refining aura, many people tended to favor the former, and their eyes naturally showed a hint of contempt.

Zhang Yuan's face remained as calm as a still well.

He clasped his hands in greeting and bowed slightly to the commanders and the soldiers watching. His movements were concise and powerful, neither obsequious nor timid, but exuding a calm confidence: "Zhang Yuan greets all commanders and comrades. I am new here, please give me your guidance."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a strange penetrating power.

The next day, a corner of the drill ground.

Ba Yue personally demonstrated the basic mental techniques and body-strengthening postures of the "Mountain Moving and Mountain Shaking Technique" to Zhang Yuan.

He stood there, without deliberately activating his power, yet he seemed to merge with the earth beneath his feet.

As he slowly and heavily practiced the starting stance, the surrounding air seemed to thicken, and a heavy, powerful force originating from the depths of the earth was subtly stirred, causing dust particles on the ground to move without wind and gather around him.

"Watch closely!" Ba Yue shouted, unleashing the "Earth Vein Sinking Stance" technique. His entire body seemed rooted to the earth, unmoving, exuding an aura of immovability and strength.

"Draw upon the power of the earth's veins to temper muscles and bones, integrating it into flesh and blood! Every move should possess the might to move mountains and shake peaks! This is the foundation upon which the Mountain-Shaking Army stands!"

Zhang Yuan watched intently, meticulously imitating the movements on the surface, his clumsiness revealing the earnestness of a beginner.

However, within his body, the "chaotic furnace," which was like a cosmic furnace, had already been quietly operating.

[Analysis of the Chaos Forge in progress...]

[Target: The cultivation technique "Mountain Moving and Mountain Shaking Technique"]

[Core Strategy: Drawing upon the earth's magnetic field to temper the physical body to its extreme, unleashing terrifying power.]

[Deep Structure: At the core of power lies an imprint of 'obedience,' deeply bound to the Heavenly Palace's Dao principles. As power increases, the soul is subtly influenced, developing a natural awe and inclination to obey the Heavenly Palace's will.]

As expected, the Heavenly Palace's methods are everywhere; even this domineering method for tempering the physical body contains hidden shackles.

With a slight thought, the immense power of the Chaos Furnace was silently activated.

That domineering and unparalleled chaotic power, like the most skilled weapon refiner, precisely peeled away and decomposed it!
The essence of the "Mountain Moving and Mountain Shaking Technique," which exquisitely tempers the physical body and draws upon the earth's magnetic field, was rapidly absorbed, like a pure stream being guided out.

The golden rune mark representing "obedience" imprinted deep within the core of power was mercilessly enveloped, refined, and annihilated by the chaotic vortex churning within the furnace!
The essence, stripped of its shackles, was seamlessly integrated into Zhang Yuan's own foundation.

He originally possessed an unparalleled foundation, a chaotic divine and demonic body!
That was the most primitive and powerful physical prototype at the beginning of creation.

At this moment, the pure earth vein tempering power merged in, like the best fuel thrown into the furnace of his divine body, causing his muscles, bones and flesh to roar silently.

At the same time, the profound meaning of the "Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique," which he had practiced in his early years and was also known for its power, was also activated, creating a wonderful resonance and fusion with this mountain-shaking power.

In just a few days.

On the training ground, in the arena for combat.

Zhang Yuan was shirtless, revealing well-defined muscles that weren't overly exaggerated.

He gripped a thick iron stake, as thick as a bowl, engraved with reinforcing runes, his arm muscles bulging like a dragon.

To everyone's disbelief, he pulled out the iron stake that had been driven several feet deep into the ground as easily as pulling out a radish!
"Snap—!"

The ground cracked open like a spider web.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings, followed by an uncontrollable gasp of surprise:
"Hiss... Is this new kid a monster?!"

"The record set by Xiong Kui, the Iron Tower, back then... has been broken just like that?!"

"He's only practiced the 'Mountain Moving and Mountain Shaking Technique' for a few days? His physical foundation... it's like that of a ferocious prehistoric beast cub!"

At the edge of the crowd, a giant man, nine feet tall with muscles as bulging as if cast in iron, stood with his arms crossed, his dark face expressionless.

Only those copper bell-like eyes were fixed on Zhang Yuan's slightly trembling yet rock-solid arm. His Adam's apple bobbed, and a muffled groan came from his nose.

Weight training area.

While the other soldiers were already struggling to walk with the heavy boulders weighing thousands of pounds on their backs, Zhang Yuan strolled around as if in a leisurely garden, carrying five equally heavy boulders on his back.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With each step, shallow indentations and footprints were left on the hard, iron-like granite ground, and gravel dust rolled down.

He remained expressionless, his breathing long and even, as if he were carrying not mountains, but five light, floating clouds on his shoulders.

The soldiers' expressions shifted from initial shock to horror; some swallowed hard and muttered:
"Where did General Ba Yue dig up this humanoid murder weapon from...?"

"Judging from this, the first level of the 'Mountain Moving and Mountain Shaking Technique' probably won't take more than three months..." Several veteran soldiers of the Mountain Shaking Army exchanged glances, putting away their last trace of contempt for the newcomers, and replacing it with deep solemnity.

His "cultivation speed" left several commanders dumbfounded.

Ba Yue came to watch every day, his eyes filled with increasing admiration and surprise. He patted Zhang Yuan on the shoulder and laughed, "Good lad! I knew I hadn't misjudged you! Your physique is born for the 'Mountain Moving and Mountain Shaking Technique'!"

Zhang Yuan's terrifying strength and incredible speed of progress quickly earned him the respect of the lower-ranking soldiers in the military camp.

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In one corner of the Hanyue Military Training Ground, the specially designated "wrestling zone" was filled with dust.

There are no fancy spells here, only the most primitive and savage clash of forces.

Two thick iron stakes, each as thick as a bowl, were driven deep into the ground and served as the tools for the struggle.

Whoever can push the iron stake that the opponent pulled out back into its original position, or force the opponent to retreat, is the winner.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan was standing in front of one of the iron stakes.

He had just easily completed a set of extreme weight training, and without changing his expression, he unloaded the five massive stones weighing thousands of pounds from his body, drawing a murmur of amazement from those around him.

However, this exclamation was quickly drowned out by a slightly provocative voice:

"Hey, newbie! You're pretty strong! How about you have a go at me, Tian Hu?"

The speaker was a young soldier with an extremely robust build and dark, towering skin; he was a new recruit who had joined the camp half a month earlier than Zhang Yuan.

His name was Tian Hu, and he was known as the "Wrestling King" in the recruit camp because of his superhuman strength.

Tian Hu had long been holding back his ambition, wanting to weigh this newcomer, who had been personally brought back by the general and was enjoying unparalleled fame.

He walked to another iron post, gripped the cold iron post with both hands, and the muscles on his arms bulged instantly, with veins protruding like earthworms.

Taking a deep breath, Tian Hu stomped his foot heavily and shouted, "Rise!"

He actually managed to pull up half a foot of the iron stake that was deeply embedded in the ground!
"Oh--"

This scene immediately drew loud cheers from several new recruits who knew him well: "Great! Tiger's strength is incredible!"

Tian Hu released his grip triumphantly, and the iron stake slammed back into place with a thud. He looked at Zhang Yuan defiantly and said in a deep voice, "Zhang Yuan, is that right? I, Tian Hu, only admire those with the strongest strength!"

"Come, let me see if the man the general has chosen is truly as tough as he seems!"

A cacophony of drumming immediately erupted around them:

"Let's see who's the best! Let's see who's the best!"

"Tiger, teach him a lesson!"

"Why are these green recruits arguing? It's fine to just watch the show!"

"Zhang Yuan, don't be a coward! Show everyone what you've got!"

Ba Yue Zhenjun had also strolled to the sidelines at some point, crossed his arms, and watched with great interest, a playful smile on his lips.

The commanders also stopped talking and turned their gazes over.

Zhang Yuan walked calmly to his assigned iron stake.

Unlike Tian Hu, he did not rush to exert force. Instead, he first lowered his waist and stood firmly, his feet firmly planted in the ground as if rooted to the ground. This was the basic stance training of the "Mountain Moving and Mountain Shaking Technique", the Earth Vein Sinking Stance.

He gripped the iron stake loosely with both hands, but did not exert force immediately. Instead, he felt the steady and heavy pulse of the earth beneath his feet, drawing in a trace of weak yet pure earth vein power to merge into himself.

"Playing tricks! Take this!" Seeing that Zhang Yuan didn't move, Tian Hu thought he was scared. He roared and ignored the iron stake. Instead, he took a step forward and his fist, as big as a sand pot, whistled through the air and went straight for Zhang Yuan's chest!

Although this is a fighting zone, the Hanyue Army values ​​practical combat, and as long as weapons are not used, some hand-to-hand combat is common.

A glint flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes. Without flinching or dodging, he also lowered his stance and thrust his left arm out horizontally, using the "Shaking Mountain Style" technique from the "Mountain Moving and Mountain Shaking Technique" to deflect force.

He did not use the terrifying power of the Chaos God-Demon Body, but only mobilized the power of the Mountain-Shaking Force that had just been integrated into his body and purified.

"boom!"

A muffled thud, like a heavy hammer striking a tough cowhide drum.

Tian Hu felt as if his fist had struck a mountain that was taking root!
The overwhelming force of the counterattack made his arms go numb, his blood surge, and he stumbled back three steps before regaining his footing, his face filled with astonishment.

Zhang Yuan, however, only swayed slightly, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground, not moving an inch!

The bluestone ground beneath his feet was without a single crack, demonstrating his exquisite control over power.

"hiss……"

A collective gasp of astonishment instantly filled the air.

The drumming stopped abruptly, replaced by an unbelievable silence.

Tian Hu's strength was well-known among the new recruits, and that punch he just threw was no joke at all. Yet Zhang Yuan blocked and knocked him back so easily.

"Excellent! What a fine earth vein foundation! Solid foundation!"

Ba Yue Zhenjun couldn't help but cheer, his eyes filled with even more admiration.

Tian Hu, feeling somewhat embarrassed, growled, "Again! Let's have a stake-pulling contest!"

He lunged at his iron stake again, gripping it tightly with both hands, his muscles taut like iron, veins bulging on his forehead, pulling upwards with all his might!

The iron stake creaked and groaned as it was slowly pulled up an inch, then two inches...

Zhang Yuan also moved.

He maintained the posture of sinking the earth's veins into the pile, gripping the iron pile with both hands, his movements steady and powerful.

He didn't roar with a ferocious expression like Tian Hu. Instead, he arched his back, rooted himself to the ground, and drew upon the power of the earth's veins. Like an invisible rope wrapped around an iron stake, he combined this power with the explosive force of his own muscles and bones to pull upwards!

His movements didn't seem fast, even somewhat "slow," but the iron stake was pulled out of the hard bluestone ground inch by inch at a steady and unstoppable speed!

It lacked any earth-shattering momentum, yet it exuded a calm and composed demeanor.

"Crack...knock..."

A faint cracking sound rang out, and the bluestone ground beneath Zhang Yuan's feet finally succumbed to the immense power that stirred the earth's veins, cracking open with spiderweb-like fissures.

When Tian Hu, his face flushed, barely managed to pull the iron stake out three inches, Zhang Yuan's iron stake had already been pulled out nearly halfway! The difference in skill was immediately apparent!

"boom!"

Zhang Yuan slammed the iron stake down and reinserted it into its original position with a clean and swift motion, his breathing remaining steady and long.

Tian Hu looked at the iron stake he had only managed to pull up three inches from the ground, then at the spiderweb-like cracks under Zhang Yuan's feet and his calm face. His face flushed red, and he finally let go in despair. The iron stake fell back with a "thud".

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Yuan, his voice slightly hoarse and filled with resignation: "I...I lost! Brother Zhang, what strength! What skill!" (End of Chapter)