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Chapter 196 Taking Meng Yanwei down the mountain for training?
The atmosphere on the training ground was incredibly intense.

At Meng Xihong's command, the disciples from both halls, who had been eager to get started, leaped onto the designated sparring area in the pre-arranged order and began to compete one after another.

Shouts, the sound of fists and feet cutting through the air, and the sounds of blood surging and colliding filled the air. Vigorous youthful energy and high fighting spirit permeated the entire training ground.

Most disciples practiced the basic fist techniques that accompany the "Furnace Classic," namely the Great Sun Furnace Fist.

However, most disciples are still only able to comprehend and master the first move, "Red Emperor Descends to Heaven."

In the arena, figures crisscrossed, crimson flame patterns appearing on their fists, and scorching air waves erupted with the force of their punches, forming three-foot-high walls of air that distorted the air around them.

Many disciples used this technique to launch powerful attacks, achieving unstoppable success.

Some disciples also use this move to solidify their defense, creating a wall of energy like a shield to withstand the opponent's fierce attacks.

Although it was only the first move, in the hands of these disciples who had cultivated the "Furnace Scripture" to the level of skin tempering and flesh refining, it was already powerful and formidable. The impactful collisions drew cheers from the audience.

"Bang!" A disciple of the Body Refining Hall used "Crimson Emperor Descending to the Sky" to clash head-on with his opponent. The scorching air burst out, forcing his opponent back several steps, winning cheers from the crowd.

"Look at me!"

Another Shenwu Hall disciple lowered his waist and stood firmly on his horse, using the same move "Red Emperor Descending to the Sky" to defend the center gate. No matter how fiercely the opponent attacked, the qi wall remained unmoved, demonstrating a solid foundation.

In this clash that is generally dominated by the first move, there are occasional bursts of even more dazzling brilliance.

Suddenly, the airflow in a section of the southeast corner of the training ground became intense and sharp!
A wiry and focused Shenwu Hall disciple, after exchanging several blows with his opponent using "Crimson Emperor Descending to the Sky," suddenly changed the nature of his fist technique with a glint in his eyes!

He retracted his right fist, and his blood and qi seemed to be drawn by something, spiraling and compressing along the meridians of his arm. His entire arm seemed to expand instantly, radiating a heart-palpitating penetrating power!
The second move of the Great Sun Furnace Fist: Golden Crow Burns the Sea!
The punches were delivered with lightning speed, no longer emitting scorching heat waves.

Instead, it was a spiraling fist force condensed to the extreme, seemingly capable of burning through everything!

The air ripped with a sharp, tearing sound as the fist struck!
His opponent, a disciple of the Body Refining Hall, was clearly not expected that his opponent could unleash the second move. In his haste, he could only use the "Crimson Emperor Descending to the Sky" qi barrier to withstand it.

"Bang!"

The spiraling fist force was like a drill, instantly tearing through the scorching qi barrier. Although most of the force had dissipated, it still accurately struck the protective qi and blood of the Shenwu Hall disciple, causing him to stagger backward, his qi and blood churning, and he was already at a disadvantage.

"Concession!"

The Shenwu Hall disciple stood with his fist withdrawn, slightly out of breath, a hint of pride on his face. To comprehend the second move at this stage was a testament to his talent and hard work.

Similar scenes occasionally played out in other parts of the training ground.

Both the Body Refining Hall and the Divine Martial Hall have a very small number of disciples with exceptional talent and comprehension who successfully unleashed the "Golden Crow Burning the Sea" technique during fierce battles.

The sudden burst of spiraling, penetrating fist force often had a decisive effect, drawing gasps and envy from the onlookers.

Those disciples who could perform the second move undoubtedly became the focus of attention, and also inspired the other disciples to cultivate even more diligently.

Just as the disciples were engaged in their intense sparring, more and more people gradually gathered at the training ground.

First, Yun Songzi led Meng Yanwei, walking slowly towards them.

The old Taoist priest still maintained his dignified and otherworldly appearance. After Meng Yanwei began cultivating the Way of Literature under Yun Songzi's guidance, his every word and action also carried a touch of the unique gentlemanly charm of the Way of Literature. His bright eyes curiously observed the fierce competition on the training ground.

"Senior, Yan Wei, please sit here."

Meng Xihong greeted him with a smile.

Yun Songzi nodded with a smile and led Meng Yanwei to sit down beside Meng Xihong. After Meng Yanwei performed the proper fatherly greeting to Meng Xihong, he sat quietly next to Yun Songzi, his eyes fixed on the powerful figures in the arena, his fists unconsciously cheering on his senior brothers who were displaying exquisite boxing techniques.

Before long, another fragrant breeze wafted over.

Bai Muyun arrived hand in hand with a beautiful and gentle woman. The two chatted and laughed, their expressions intimate, like best friends.

This woman was Li, the wife of Ji Beichuan, the leader of the Body Refining Hall.

"Husband."

"Brother Hong."

The two women approached and greeted Meng Xihong and Ji Beichuan respectively. Then, at Bai Muyun's invitation, they sat down in the empty seat next to her.

In a short time, Meng Xihong was surrounded by close friends and acquaintances.

Meng Yanning was inside playing with the boy from Ji Beichuan and the daughter from Zhang Xianghua's family, so she didn't come over to join in the fun.

Everyone sat together, sipping hot tea and watching the disciples' energetic sparring in the arena.

Looking at those young faces below the stage, they were giving their all for a single move, cheering sincerely for their fellow disciples' brilliant performances, and feeling their blood boil with excitement for the honor of their sect.

A relieved smile appeared on everyone's face.

For the Tianyan Sect, which was founded not long ago, experienced many twists and turns, and is now finally on the right track and showing great vitality, the current scene of "everything flourishing" is undoubtedly what they, who have long regarded the sect as a big family, are most willing to see.

Something called "hope" and "cohesion" is quietly growing and strengthening on this training ground, with every punch and kick.

Qin Zhan and Ji Beichuan also sat to the side, exchanging their insights from their earlier sparring session in hushed tones.

Just then, Yun Songzi stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then turned to Meng Xihong and said, "Sect Master, this old Daoist has something I would like to discuss with you."

Upon hearing this, Meng Xihong withdrew his gaze from the training ground and looked at Yun Songzi: "Please speak, senior."

Yun Songzi glanced at Meng Yanwei, who was quietly watching the battle beside him, and said slowly, "I think I should take Yanwei down the mountain for a trip to Yunzhou."

Meng Xihong's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he did not respond immediately.

Yun Songzi continued to explain, "Yan Wei has been cultivating the Way of Literature with me, nurturing a righteous spirit within his heart. Now he has reached the perfect state of enlightenment, and is only one step away from the third stage of the Way of Literature, the 'Qi Cultivation Stage.' The opportunity has arrived, and a breakthrough is just around the corner."

There was a pause.

Yun Songzi's tone suddenly became serious: "However, I suppressed his breakthrough."

The cultivation of the Way through literature differs from physical cultivation and Dharma cultivation; one cannot attain true understanding simply by engaging in solitary and arduous practice.

One must read ten thousand books, and even more so, travel ten thousand miles.

We must use our eyes to observe the myriad aspects of the world, our ears to listen to the suffering of humankind, and our hearts to perceive the righteousness of heaven and earth and the warmth of human life.

Only by experiencing life in the mundane world and gaining insight into one's true nature through what one sees, hears, and feels can one cultivate a truly magnificent and magnanimous literary spirit, naturally entering the realm of cultivating one's inner strength.

Forcing a breakthrough within the mountain gate is tantamount to building a cart behind closed doors; a weak foundation will ultimately hinder his future path in literature and Taoism.

(End of this chapter)