Huo Yuhao from The Peerless Tang Sect is incredibly talented.

In the message notification section that Huo Yuhao blocked, besides Long Aotian and Chen Yu's admiration and respect, there was also Vina's love.

Oh no, I need to get my teaching qualification.

Huo Yuhao was furious. How could you fall in love with me? All I did was give you a new martial soul, you little bean sprout.

She's so young, she has no breasts, no buttocks, and she hasn't even grown any pubic hair yet.

He cultivated diligently beyond the heavens for ten thousand years, and returned still a youth.

Huo Yuhao thought for a moment, "No, I have mental commands, I can completely avoid this! I'm such a genius."

Having figured this out, Huo Yuhao relaxed and then went to prepare the training equipment for tomorrow's exercise to improve everyone's control.

The next day at the training ground, several items were neatly arranged: seven chopping boards, seven ironwood trees, and a large stack of bricks. Next to them were pieces of pork belly, Xuan paper, and wooden sticks.

The iron tree was made by Huo Yuhao overnight. Its branches were forked and intricate, and its leaves were covered with silvery metallic leaves.

Chen Yu rubbed his eyes and yawned: "Young Sect Master, you woke us up so early this morning, and all the training equipment is here? How are we supposed to train our control?"

Huo Yuhao smiled, "Watch carefully, learn carefully, and practice carefully."

Vina glanced at the equipment, lost in thought. Chen Lu, on the other hand, swaggered over and picked up the piece of pork belly: "Is this breakfast?"

"First project." Huo Yuhao ignored him and began his performance: He laid the meat flat, covered it with rice paper, and picked up a cleaver. "Use the cleaver to chop the meat at the bottom without tearing the paper on top, until the meat becomes minced meat."

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

But no one dared to question it, because the young sect leader had already begun his performance. The knife fell swiftly, and in no time, Huo Yuhao stopped chopping meat, picked up a piece of Xuan paper, and handed it to everyone. Apart from some meat scraps on the back, the Xuan paper was intact and new, and there wasn't even a single crease on its surface.

Beneath the Xuan paper, the pork belly chunks became minced meat.

Chen Lu was the first to speak. He reached out and picked up the ball of minced meat, rubbed it between his fingertips, then picked up the piece of Xuan paper and held it up to the morning light. He moved his lips and found that the paper was just paper, without any trickery.

After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out only one sentence: "Young Sect Master... are you even human?"

Wang Yanfeng's voice was a little unsteady, "Is this something a ghost could do? Chopping meat without tearing the paper? And mincing the meat into minced meat? I could tolerate one or two cuts, but how many cuts did you make just now? Thirty cuts? Fifty cuts? Every cut landed in a different spot, and every cut just cut through the meat but stopped before the paper?"

Before Wang Yanfeng's martial soul was fully upgraded, he possessed a dual-wielding martial soul, but even so, he couldn't achieve this.

Gu Tong added, "Did you notice? Not only is his cutting precise, but each cut lands in a different spot, turning the entire piece of meat into a uniform filling—meaning he controls not only the force but also the precision. He knows exactly where to chop with each stroke."

Before Gu Tong's martial soul was completed, it was eyes, which allowed her to see more clearly than others.

Seeing everyone's surprise, Huo Yuhao did not hesitate at all. He walked to the iron tree to start the next project and began to introduce it.

"Kick the tree; the trunk shouldn't shake, but the leaves should fall in droves."

For the disciples of the Body Sect, breaking a tree is easy, but it is very difficult for Huo Yuhao to make the leaves fall while the tree trunk remains still.

With a raised leg, Huo Yuhao kicked the tree with a bang, but the trunk remained unmoved, while the withered leaves above him seemed to be brushed aside by an invisible hand, falling to the ground in a flurry.

The crowd was speechless, stunned into numbness, and instead began to question themselves: could they really do it?

The next project has begun.

Huo Yuhao then took a stick, a piece of paper, and a stack of bricks.

The bricks were stacked up, and paper was placed on top. The next moment, Huo Yuhao picked up a stick and started hitting them, explaining the situation.

"You can smash a brick with a stick, but the paper won't break."

With a snap, the brick shattered completely, while the Xuan paper remained intact.

Chen Lu was the first to rush forward, snatching the stick and examining it three times over. He then picked up the paper, stroking it repeatedly, and squatted down to pick up broken bricks, piecing them together piece by piece to examine the cross-section in the sunlight. After finishing, he threw the bricks aside, stared at Huo Yuhao's face, his lips trembling for a long time before he finally managed to stammer out, "Young Sect Master, tell the truth, did you secretly break through to the Soul Saint realm?"

Huo Yuhao spoke up: "This has nothing to do with soul power cultivation. As long as you control your power well, even a mortal can do it."

His tone was calm, as if he were talking about something extremely trivial, but his words sent chills down the spines of the young disciples in the main body.

No, I'm not the young sect leader. I'm not well-educated, so please don't try to fool me.

Huo Yuhao glanced at the young people of the Body Sect. Their eyes were full of disbelief, but Huo Yuhao was too lazy to explain. Instead, he urged everyone to start practicing quickly.

"Disperse, disperse, what are you all doing gathered around?" Huo Yuhao dusted off his hands, his tone still indifferent. "These are just three basic training exercises. From today onwards, this will be your daily routine."

The entire hall fell silent again, followed by another bout of wailing.

"Base?!"

"Young Sect Master, you call this the foundation?!"

"It's over, it's over, it's over. I feel like I'll never be able to train to use my body as a seed in this lifetime."

Although everyone said it was impossible, their actions betrayed them, and they began training.

The young sect leader had done them a great favor by completing their martial soul into their original martial soul. Let alone doing this, even if it meant going through fire and water, they would never have a single complaint.

loyalty.

Wang Yanfeng was in charge of the first project. He had the most solid basic skills among them, and his martial spirit was palm, so his hand skills were superb. He took a deep breath, laid out the meat, covered it with paper, raised the knife, and brought it down—with the first cut, a half-inch-long slit was chopped in the Xuan paper.

Wang Yanfeng was stunned.

"This isn't right..." He tried cutting again, and the paper tore, but the meat only got a shallow cut.

"You were afraid the paper would tear, so you stopped too early." Huo Yuhao appeared behind him at some point. "The power should stop at the last moment before it pierces the flesh, not the moment it touches the flesh. You should feel your blade as a needle piercing the flesh, and stop just as the needle tip is about to touch the paper."

Wang Yanfeng gritted his teeth and tried ten more cuts. The Xuan paper was full of wrinkles, but the pork belly was still pork belly—just with a few more knife marks. It was still a long way from being "filling".

Chen Lu was kicking a tree nearby, since before his martial soul was fully completed, his original martial soul was his calf.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

He kicked and kicked, but the tree trunk didn't budge—of course, he didn't dare use any force, afraid of breaking the tree. But if he didn't use force, how could he shake the leaves off? He kicked it thirty times, and only two leaves fell, the kind that were going to fall anyway.

Chen Lu's forehead veins bulged as he delivered a powerful kick to the iron tree—and with a crack, the tree snapped.

Everyone turned to look at them.

Huo Yuhao looked over as well, expressionless: "Go to the back mountain and dig one up yourself, and plant it before dark."

Gu Tong was the quietest one. He was removing bricks.

Before his martial soul was completed, it was eyes, with extremely strong dynamic vision, allowing him to see every subtle movement of Huo Yuhao when he exerted his strength. He thought he could replicate it—if he could see it clearly, he should be able to do it.

I can do it with my eyes, I can do it with my brain, but you can't do it with your hands.

Then, with a single blow, the brick shattered, and the paper shattered even more thoroughly than the brick.

Gu Tong fell silent, but gritted her teeth and continued practicing.

Vina kicked up a scattering of yellow leaves, but the tree trunk remained completely unmoved.

She was secretly pleased with herself, wanting Huo Yuhao to praise her, after all, she was number one.

Then Huo Yuhao's voice drifted from behind, his tone neither warm nor cold: "Using mental power to manipulate wind elements to blow the leaves down, that's quite creative. You didn't waste your time in class; you're surprisingly smart."

Vina's smile froze on her face.

"Practice again. No mental power, no external soul power, rely solely on physical force." Huo Yuhao didn't even turn his head, and casually threw a helmet on Vina's head to prevent her from using her mental power, and added weight to her legs.

"If I see any more fluctuations in wind element, the load will double."

Vina's face fell, and she obediently walked to the iron tree and lifted her leg again. Wang Yanfeng, who was standing next to her, was trying so hard not to laugh that his shoulders were shaking, but she glared at him and shut him up.

Long Aotian remained calm and silent, practicing quietly.

Just as everyone was practicing hard.

A sudden and significant change has occurred within the Body Sect!