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Chapter 194 The two hall masters sparred to warm up the atmosphere!
"very good."

Meng Xihong nodded and asked as he walked out, "Has anything happened in the sect recently?"

"Reporting to the Sect Master, everything is well in the sect."

"Recently, the disciples patrolling the outer perimeter of the sect discovered unidentified people spying from a distance. The other party was very vigilant, and as soon as our people approached, they quickly fled, and we were unable to ascertain their origins."

Meng Xihong paused slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes.

The news that Tianyan Sect had subdued Pojun Camp and that Meng Xihong had defeated Qin Zhan, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, has probably already spread and is likely to attract the attention and even fear of some surrounding forces, which is quite normal.

"Strengthen vigilance, maintain a relaxed exterior but a tight interior. As long as they don't cross the line, there's no need to alert them."

Meng Xihong gave the order. Now that his cultivation has broken through, he needs time to allow the Divine Martial Hall to fully take shape and improve its overall strength. It is not advisable for him to take the initiative to cause trouble for the time being.

"Yes!" Qin Zhan replied sternly.

As the two were talking, they arrived at the training ground of the Divine Martial Hall.

The training ground was bustling with activity.

Nearly three thousand disciples of the Divine Martial Hall, having shed their heavy armor and now dressed in uniform, were divided into several formations, practicing the basic Qi and Blood circulation method of the "Furnace Scripture".

The shouts were deafening, and the powerful masculine energy gathered together, soaring into the sky like smoke, faintly dispersing the clouds above the training ground.

Upon seeing Meng Xihong arrive, all the disciples' eyes instantly became incredibly fervent, their movements became even more energetic, and their shouts grew louder, filled with reverence and high fighting spirit.

Meng Xihong stood on the reviewing stand, his gaze slowly sweeping across the crowd below.

He could clearly sense that, through the "Furnace Sutra" and the link with the Divine Martial Hall, these three thousand disciples had established a connection with him that was far closer than that between ordinary sects.

Their vital energy resonated, and their will coalesced.

Meng Xihong watched the disciples' practice quietly for a while, occasionally giving Qin Zhan a few pointers on the key points of cultivation for some disciples.

As the sun set and the drills ended, the disciples dispersed to rest and take medicinal baths. Only then did Meng Xihong and Qin Zhan return to the council hall.

"Qin Zhan, how do you feel about your current strength compared to before you started cultivating the Furnace Scripture?"

Meng Xihong sat down, picked up his teacup, and asked casually.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhan's eyes immediately shone with astonishing brilliance. He clasped his hands tightly and said in a booming voice, "Sect Master, this humble general feels better than ever before!"

There was a pause.

Following that, Qin Zhan elaborated: "I have learned some body-refining techniques before. After all, on the battlefield, one's own body is the best weapon. Once spiritual energy is exhausted, the remaining life-or-death battle will be a contest of will and physique."

But since he switched to practicing the "Furnace Sutra", not only has his strength steadily increased, but more importantly, his muscles, bones and skin have been re-tempered and become more resilient and transparent!
Previously, some areas where spiritual energy flowed were blocked were now unobstructed!
My qi and blood have become several times more vigorous, making my previous cultivation techniques much smoother!

As he spoke, he became more and more excited: "This humble general is confident that if I were to spar with you again now, although I dare not claim victory, I would certainly not suffer such a humiliating defeat as last time!"

At this point, even this tough man couldn't help but show a hint of shame on his face.

Upon hearing this, Meng Xihong burst into laughter: "Good! That's the spirit I've been looking for! In that case, tomorrow at dawn, I plan to arrange a sparring match between the disciples of the Body Refining Hall and the Divine Martial Hall on the training ground."
This will be a test of everyone's progress in their recent training.

Qin Zhan was taken aback at first, then his face lit up with wild joy and burning fighting spirit. He roared and replied, "This subordinate obeys! The Divine Martial Hall will certainly live up to the sect leader's expectations!"

He understood that this was not only a test of his strength by the sect leader, but also an opportunity to further establish his prestige in the Divine Martial Hall and demonstrate the power of the "Furnace Scripture" to all disciples.

That night, Meng Xihong stood outside the sect leader's hall, gazing south, roughly in the direction of Medicine King Mountain. The stars in the night sky were dim, just like the lingering concern he felt for his eldest son.

"Yanqing, no matter where you are or what you encounter, I hope you will remember your father's teachings, keep your heart as firm as a furnace, strengthen your body and mind, and temper your character."

My son, Meng Xihong's son, should have the ambition to support the heavens and the seas; how could he be stopped by mere hardships?

Meng Xihong muttered to himself, his eyes regaining their firmness and depth.

The sect needs to develop, it needs to become stronger, and the children need to grow up in the face of adversity.

All he can do is safeguard this foundation and become their strongest support.

The next day.

Tianyan Sect, Shenwu Hall Training Ground.

As the sun rises in the east, its golden rays illuminate the vast training ground, making it shine brilliantly.

Below the drill ground, the dense crowd was clearly divided into two major camps.

On the left are the disciples of the Body Refining Hall, each one brimming with vitality, sharp eyes, and the fearless spirit of a newborn calf.

On the right are the newly incorporated disciples of the Divine Martial Hall, composed of soldiers from the original Broken Army Camp. Although they are not wearing armor, their iron-blooded aura and murderous intent honed by the battlefield remain solid and unyielding, like sharp swords sheathed in their sheaths.

Today is a day for the disciples of the two schools to exchange skills, personally arranged by Sect Master Meng Xihong.

The aim is to encourage each other and improve together, and also to help the newly recruited soldiers of the Po Jun Camp integrate into the atmosphere of the Tianyan Sect more quickly.

Meng Xihong's gaze swept over the two disciples below, who were full of fighting spirit, and he spoke loudly, his voice clearly echoing throughout the entire training ground: "Today's sparring is for exchange and verification, and we will stop when we have reached our goal."

To kick off the event, Ji Beichuan, the head of the Body Refinement Hall, and Qin Zhan, the head of the Divine Martial Hall, personally gave a demonstration to warm up the atmosphere!

Upon hearing this, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers and shouts!
The two hall masters personally took to the field, especially Qin Zhan, the newly appointed head of the Divine Martial Hall and former commander of the Broken Army Camp. His strength had already spread throughout the sect, and his ability to fight against Ji Beichuan, the founding elder of the Body Refining Hall, was undoubtedly the biggest highlight of the day!

Under the watchful eyes of countless burning gazes, two figures strode out from the front of their respective camps and arrived at the center of the training ground.

Ji Beichuan was robust, with a simple yet resolute face. His body was full of energy, and his skin had a faint bronze luster, clearly indicating that he had mastered the "Furnace Classic" to a considerable degree.

Qin Zhan was tall and imposing, with a calm face and sharp, eagle-like eyes.

Although he had only recently switched to studying the "Furnace Sutra," his profound foundation in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, along with the fierce aura he exuded from countless battles and countless deaths, gave people an invisible sense of oppression simply by standing there.

The two stood facing each other, ten feet apart.

"Master Ji, please enlighten me!" Qin Zhan clasped his hands in greeting, his voice as strong as metal, showing how much he valued this contest with Ji Beichuan.

"Master Qin, let's learn from each other and improve together!"

Ji Beichuan returned the greeting with clasped hands, his eyes serious, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

He knew that his opponent's cultivation level far surpassed his own, and this battle would surely be a bitter one.

The audience fell silent instantly, all the disciples holding their breath, afraid of missing a single detail.

(End of this chapter)