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Chapter 105 A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire

Ji Beichuan didn't look at him, but turned around, his gaze sweeping over the silent audience below, and slowly spoke in a calm yet clear tone:
"Our Tianyan Sect cultivates the path of body refinement."

"I do not seek immortality, nor do I seek the Dao; I do not need spiritual roots, nor do I care about natural talent."

"Use your body as a furnace, your blood and qi as fuel, and your will as fire to forge an indestructible body!"

"Even mortals can rival celestial beings!"

His voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's mind.
No spiritual root required? Can mortals cultivate?
What is this concept?
Especially for those martial artists and ordinary people struggling at the bottom and with no hope of achieving immortality, these words are nothing short of a blessing!

"Today, my fellow disciple and I have descended the mountain on the orders of our sect leader, solely to tell the world..."

Zhang Xianghua stepped forward, his voice booming like a bell.

"In this world, besides seeking immortality and enlightenment, there is another path to take!"

"Our Tianyan Sect will open its gates to recruit disciples in the Yunmeng Great Marshland of Qingzhou three months from now!"

"At that time, the first three levels of the Body Tempering Chapter of our sect's supreme martial art, the 'Furnace Scripture,' will be made public. Anyone with a pure heart and firm will, regardless of background or social status, can cultivate it!"

boom!
If Ji Beichuan's punch just now was a physical shock...

Zhang Xianghua's words were a storm on the soul.

To make the sect's unique martial arts techniques public?
What a magnificent spirit!
The audience erupted in chaos!

"My God! Did I hear that right? A cultivation technique... taught for free?"

"Yunmeng Marsh! I must go there in three months!"

"Hahaha! I've practiced martial arts for thirty years and haven't even reached the threshold of internal strength! I never thought I'd have such an opportunity in my old age!"

At this moment, countless eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

That is the ray of hope!
Looking at the excited and enthusiastic faces below the stage, Wang Xiaotian felt a chill in his heart.

He knew it was over.

From this day forward, the prestige of Chiyang Sect in Tonghe County will plummet.

The name "Tianyan Sect" will spread like wildfire throughout Tonghe County and even further afield!
Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua didn't say another word.

The goal of gaining fame has been achieved.

The two men bowed respectfully to the audience, then, under the watchful and fervent gazes of thousands, they turned and gracefully descended the stage, disappearing into the crowd.

On the high platform, Wang Xiaotian stared intently at the spot where his son had fainted, then looked in the direction where the two men had disappeared. His face turned from red to purple, then from purple to white. His chest heaved violently, a surge of rage that almost consumed his reason raging within him.

kill!

Kill them!
The thought, like wildly growing weeds, instantly took hold of his mind. He, the dignified leader of the Chiyang Sect and the local tyrant of Tonghe County, had his son beaten to death in front of the entire county on his own turf.

If he doesn't avenge this grudge, how can Wang Xiaotian have the face to stand in this world?

The spiritual energy within his body had begun to circulate wildly, and the crimson flames flickered in his palms. He was about to rush off the stage at any moment.

But the moment he lifted his foot, Ji Beichuan's seemingly ordinary punch, and the terrifyingly pure power emanating from that punch that made his heart tremble, flashed through his mind once again.

He lifted his foot halfway up, then froze in mid-air.

A chilling coldness shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, instantly extinguishing most of his anger. Something's wrong!
Something is wrong!
That person... clearly had no spiritual energy fluctuations at all, yet why did that punch make even a Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator like him feel fear?
Wasn't the path of body tempering long ago cut off? When did it become so powerful?
And his companion beside him, who remained silent from beginning to end, possessed a commanding presence that was no ordinary person either!

These two even kept referring to themselves as "disciples"!
What about their sect leader? What about their senior masters?

This is a game!

Wang Xiaotian broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

These two are bait, deliberately using his son to provoke him! Once he acts impulsively, the even more terrifying being lurking in the shadows will not hesitate to kill him on the spot!

At that time, his Chiyang Sect's decades-long foundation will be reduced to ashes in an instant!
Having figured this out, Wang Xiaotian felt his back was soaked with sweat.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, the piercing pain keeping him conscious to the very end.

You can regain face if you lose it.

My son is injured, but he can be treated.

But if you lose your life, you lose everything!

"Someone!" Wang Xiaotian managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and unlike his own. "Quickly! Take the young master away, get the best physician, and the best medicine."

"Seal off the entire venue! Maintain order!"

He forced himself to turn away, no longer looking in the direction the two had left, but in his bloodshot eyes burned a flame even more venomous and cold than before.

Tianyan Sect...

Jibeichuan... Zhang Xianghua...

I'll remember you all!

This feud is now set in stone! We'll see!
Wang Xiaotian was still trembling with fear, secretly rejoicing that he had seen through the shocking trap of "luring the enemy into a trap".

Little did they know that while he had already mentally rehearsed eighteen rounds of life-or-death struggle, Ji Beichuan and his companion had only one thought from beginning to end.

The Chiyang Sect has a terrible reputation, an arrogant sect leader, and a stupid son. It's truly a perfect stepping stone. It would be a shame not to step on it, given the great gift that God has given us.

As for those so-called "traps," "backup plans," and "killer moves"...

It was all just a scene that Master Wang added for himself, and he acted it quite convincingly.

But the story of the "Tianyan Sect," the "Way of Body Refinement," and the legend that "even mortals can rival celestial beings" has only just begun.

The news, as if it had grown wings, spread wildly in all directions from Tonghe County as its center.

In teahouses, restaurants, fields, post stations...

Everyone and everywhere is talking about it.

A mysterious "Tianyan Sect", two powerful "Body Refiners", and a "Furnace Scripture" that can enable mortals to defy fate.

This news was nothing short of a cataclysmic earthquake for the countless mortals who were rejected by the immortal path and were struggling in the mortal world.

Countless hidden geniuses and countless souls unwilling to be ordinary were ignited at this moment!
Their gazes, as if by unspoken agreement, turned to the same place.

Qingzhou, the vast Yunmeng Marshland!
The battle in Tonghe County was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples it created are spreading to the entire Qingzhou region at an unimaginable speed.

(End of this chapter)