Martial Arts Sainthood Begins with the Tiger-Taming Fist

The siege of Black Tiger Hall took place five days later, faster than Chen Mo had imagined.

Xie Jinyou explained, "While Brother Chen was wreaking havoc in Heihe Town, Lord Shen figured out the terrain and troop deployment of the Black Tiger Hall."

"As the prefect of Chuzhou, Lord Shen should not have told us these secrets. However, this has always been his style: if he doubts someone, he will not use them; if he uses someone, he will not doubt them."

After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo said, "Since Senior Shen trusts me, I will definitely not be absent in five days."

Xie Jinyou nodded. "Since the message has been delivered, I won't disturb Brother Chen's rest any longer."

After speaking, Xie Jinyou left the room and gently closed the door.

Chen Mo pondered to himself.

Shen Qi had previously warned him that Anyang County was located in a remote corner, and the path of martial arts was short and narrow. Only by going to Chuzhou could he appreciate the true splendor of martial arts.

Moreover, cultivating one's skills in nature requires martial arts as a foundation, as well as the accumulation of resources, both of which are more abundant within sects.

If one wishes to join a sect, the only hope is to perform exceptionally well during the siege of the Black Tiger Hall and attract Shen Qi's attention.

Regardless of whether Shen Qi has another sect affiliation, the position of judge of Chuzhou alone is a peak that ordinary people cannot reach.

Therefore, Chen Mo absolutely cannot miss out on Shen Qi, this powerful figure!

After thinking it over, he sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

While adjusting his breathing, he used his superior comprehension to transform today's battle into the essence of his cultivation technique.

……

"Knock knock knock—"

A soft knock on the door "awakened" Chen Mo from his cultivation.

He opened his eyes, opened the door, and saw Wu Zhi'ai standing at the door, holding a gray cloth package in her hand.

She handed over the package. "Inside are some forging materials, including malachite and iron billets, as well as cicada shells and herbs I found in the forest a few days ago. We just need charcoal..."

Chen Mo felt a warmth in his heart.

He himself forgot these things when he ran away last night, but Wu Zhiai packed them up for him.

To meet such a kindred spirit is a blessing.

He immediately took the package and thanked him.

After delivering the items, Wu Zhiai did not intend to stay long. "I'll head back now so as not to disturb your practice."

After Wu Zhiai bowed her head and left, Chen Mo took out the cicada shells and herbs from the package.

Now that he can condense flames using the Fire Separation Technique, he can use those flames to bake the new cicada molting pills into shape.

Through repeated practice, one's comprehension of the Fire-Separating Mystery Technique will become increasingly higher.

……

It was evening.

The flame in Chen Mo's palm had gradually grown from the size of a fruit to the size of his palm, and its power had increased by nearly 30%.

We had a simple dinner.

Chen Mo couldn't wait a moment longer.

They went back into the room, alternating between walking on piles and forging.

With the Fire-Separating Mystic Art, forging can be performed even without a charcoal furnace.

Although the flames produced by the Fire Separation Technique were not as intense as those in a furnace, nor did they have a raging force, he vaguely sensed that their forging efficiency was in no way inferior to that of a blacksmith's shop.

Walk the stance ten times, and punch a hundred times.

And so it went until late at night.

Xie Jinnian happened to pass by Chen Mo's room and heard the sounds of people practicing boxing and stances coming from inside. The overflowing force of the punches made the candlelight flicker.

Xie Jinnian couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself, "He's so hardworking, he deserves to succeed..."

……

Two days later.

Xie Jinnian invited Chen Mo to his study, saying he had important business to discuss.

After a moment, a tall figure walked in. Chen Mo looked up and saw that it was Chang Hao from the Iron Palm Clan. Although the two were not familiar with each other, they had heard of each other's reputation, so they clasped their hands in greeting.

After the three sat down, they understood each other perfectly, knowing what they were going to discuss that day.

Xie Jinyou tapped his fingers lightly on the wooden table. "We still need Zimou. He's always late."

Bored, he turned to Chang Hao and joked, "Brother Chang, we were both in high spirits about this bandit suppression campaign, eager to make a great contribution. Who would have thought that Brother Chen has already killed almost all the bandits? Among the well-known masters of internal strength, only Tang Yi and Zhou Yue remain to be beheaded. Brother Chen, you can't steal the credit then!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo touched his nose and remained silent.

Chang Hao also sighed slightly. He was tall and strong, with a straightforward personality, but he didn't talk much.

When he first joined the Iron Palm Clan, he rose from an ordinary member to the chief disciple in just two years. His talent ranked among the top five in the entire Anyang County.

Normally, Xie Jinyou, Chang Hao, and Ye Zimou are the closest friends; in the future, Chen Mo may also be added to the list.

At this moment, the study door was pushed open, and Ye Zimou slowly stepped in.

Upon closer inspection, Chen Mo saw that this outstanding young man from Hefeng had a jade pendant hanging from his waist and a folding fan in his hand, looking every bit the scholar.

When the other party saw Chen Mo, they bowed formally, and Chen Mo immediately stood up to return the greeting.

Ye Zimou looked at Chen Mo, then at Xie Jinyou and Chang Hao, and said with a smile, "Breaking news: Tang Yi of the Black Tiger Hall and Zhou Yue of the Fierce Sand Gang died two days ago in the rain. The brave man who made the move was none other than Brother Chen Mo."

Xie Jinyou and Chang Hao were suddenly taken aback, their expressions turning strange.

The two looked at Chen Mo as if he were a monster.

Ye Zimou was able to know this news beforehand, which was related to He Fengdang behind the scenes.

He Fengdang's business acumen was top-notch, and his access to information was unparalleled in Anyang County.

Therefore, many major events and hidden secrets were first exposed by Hefengtang.

Xie Jinyou came to his senses, "So, the leader of the Fierce Sand Gang, Liu Sha, Tang Yi, and Zhou Yue all died at Brother Chen's hands..."

"That's exactly right."

Ye Zimou replied, "Right now, all they have left in terms of internal strength are the half-crippled Zhang Chong and a few from the Qi family. As for the three old thieves in the transformation stage, they will be dealt with by Lord Shen and several senior transformation stage experts."

At this point, Xie Jinyou took out a map from his bosom and slowly unfolded it on the wooden table.

"This map was drawn by Lord Shen. Although it is not detailed, it records the geographical environment of the various branches of the Black Tiger Hall."

Chen Mo stared intently at it.

I memorized every detail.

When we storm the Black Tiger Hall, we will need to use this map to determine our location.

He also had his own selfish motives. If he could occupy a prime position, kill more bandits, or make a great contribution to destroying the Black Tiger Hall's lair, or even injure Zhao Huayuan... all of these would be great achievements.

Ye Zimou and Chang Hao also carefully examined every detail of the map.

The two knew Shen Qi's background. If they could catch his eye, it wouldn't be a meteoric rise to power, but it would at least be a significant opportunity.

In the world of martial arts, which martial artist doesn't want to climb to a higher level?

However, very few people can enter major sects; most of them linger in small gangs and medium-sized families.

After the four of them studied the map for a full quarter of an hour, almost memorizing the entire map, Xie Jinyou finally put the map away.

He straightened his expression and said, "My three brothers, the operation the day after tomorrow is quite dangerous, so we need to prepare well. When the time is right, I will convey Lord Shen's message, and then we will attack the Black Tiger Hall's lair together!"

"good!"

Chen Mo and the other two answered almost simultaneously.