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The next day, as dawn broke.

The morning air in Qianlongyuan is filled with the moist scent of grass and trees, which is refreshing and invigorating.

"Everyone assemble!"

Zhou Tong's loud voice broke the silence of the forest.

His right arm was still in a sling, but it did not diminish his authority as an instructor in the slightest.

Fifty soldiers, including Zhao Qianqian and Long Ce, had already lined up in the open space, their postures ramrod straight.

Opposite them, the dozens of Demon Suppression Division disciples brought by Amu stood somewhat casually.

They were used to casual morning exercises and were clearly not used to this military-style assembly.

"Stand up straight! Put your hands down! What are you looking at!" Zhou Tong shouted at a disciple who was looking around.

The disciple pursed his lips, looking unconvinced.

Amu stood to the side, his face serious, but he didn't say a word.

He also wanted to see what these new junior disciples from Qianlongyuan were capable of.

"Instructor Zhou, we are martial artists, not soldiers."

"No matter how straight you stand, can you defeat a ferocious beast?" A lively disciple couldn't help but retort.

Zhou Tonghua didn't say anything, but simply pointed to his right arm, which was in a sling, with his intact left hand.

"Yesterday, my senior brother Aping crippled my arm with just one hand and one move."

Do you think his fists are harder than mine?

The whole place fell silent.

"No."

Zhou Tong's voice deepened, "His focus and control are far superior to mine."

Discipline is the key to unifying this focus and control, and the strength of all of us, into a single force.

His gaze swept over all the black-robed disciples. "You possess great power, but if you are just a disorganized bunch, even if you wield divine weapons, you will not be able to cope with a real crisis."

The purpose of teaching you discipline is to make you understand that no matter how strong an individual is, there is always a limit.

Only by uniting as one can we unleash unimaginable fighting power and become true warriors.

A hint of approval flashed in Amu's eyes.

Although these martial artists cooperated, it was ultimately a small-scale operation.

Given the development of the Demon Suppression Division, they will eventually develop into a large-scale army.

If we remain as disorganized as we are now, how can we gather the strength of the masses?

The black-robed disciples seemed to be deep in thought, and the impatience on their faces gradually faded.

Half an hour later, all the disciples of the Demon Suppression Division stood in standard military posture, just like the soldiers.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating their sweaty faces.

After the morning's discipline training ended, the roles reversed in the afternoon.

On the training field, A-Ping stepped forward once again. He faced fifty soldiers, including Zhao Qianqian.

"Martial arts cultivation is based on body refinement, with internal energy as its application."

Ah Ping's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"You have already drawn energy into your bodies, but your meridians are still like country lanes, fragile and narrow."

Today, I will teach you a set of body-strengthening boxing techniques, called "Dragon Elephant Rock-Solid Kung Fu."

As he spoke, he began to demonstrate his boxing techniques.

His movements were expansive and unpretentious, each punch and kick carrying a heavy sense of power, as if capable of shaking mountains.

The soldiers watched intently. They were all skilled fighters and could immediately recognize the extraordinary nature of this set of boxing techniques.

"Note that the key to this boxing style is not in the moves, but in the flow of qi."

A-Ping slowly threw a punch. Under the skin of his arm, the pale golden internal energy was clearly visible like a stream, eventually converging at the tip of his fist.

"Use your mind to guide your energy, and use your energy to generate power. Try it out."

The soldiers began to imitate.

Zhou Tong fought with the most effort, throwing punches with one hand, the wind whistling through the air, but he always felt something was missing.

His strength was still just muscle strength.

"No." Aping walked to his side and shook his head.

"Your murderous intent is too strong, intended to harm others rather than to temper yourself."

Calm your mind, feel the energy in your lower abdomen, guide it, and let it flow throughout your limbs and body.

Zhou Tong was taken aback upon hearing this, closed his eyes, and tried to release his killing intent.

Zhao Qianqian stood in the queue; her movements were slow, but the most precise.

The silver thread at the center of her dantian vortex made her perception of internal energy far more acute than others.

She can clearly "see" the flow of internal energy in the meridians and make fine adjustments.

After finishing the punches, she felt warm all over, as if she were soaking in a hot spring. The hidden injuries left from yesterday's battle were being repaired without her even realizing it.

She looked at Long Ce beside her; he was sweating profusely and clearly hadn't grasped the point.

She then looked at the "senior brothers" of the Demon Suppression Division. They were also cultivating on the side, but not with this set of fist techniques. Instead, they used all sorts of martial arts techniques, some with sword energy crisscrossing and others with bodies as ghostly as ghosts.

A thought popped into her mind.

This place is like a sacred place of martial arts.

There are instructors, senior students, different training methods, strict discipline, and freedom of practice.

Lin Yuan's second brother is creating an unprecedented organization.

Night falls.

After a day of intense training, the soldiers returned to their cabins and almost immediately fell asleep.

They were exhausted, but each of them wore a look of fulfilled weariness and a longing for the future.

Zhao Qianqian lay in bed, but did not fall asleep immediately.

She closed her eyes, her consciousness sinking into her mind.

The manual, "Red Sun Cold Jade Boy Skill," given to him by Senior Brother Amu, automatically appeared with its mental cultivation method and incantation.

This technique is far more profound and complex than the basic technique they practiced before, "Dao Xin Gong".

Senior Brother Amu said that once you reach the Innate Realm, there will be even more profound techniques.

That will be the technique they use to break through the innate realm and enter the next level.

This ignited her passion, making her naturally comparable to a human missile.

What kind of world will emerge after the innate state?

Zhao Qianqian couldn't wait to circulate her energy. At this moment, she gained a new understanding of the limitless martial arts that she had deduced from her talent.

Before she knew it, weariness crept over her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Dreams are a blood-red wasteland.

She returned to Training Ground Zero at the Kunlun Base.

The monster that Li Tie had transformed into was grinning maliciously as it walked towards her step by step. One by one, her comrades fell before her, torn to shreds by the monster.

Are you afraid?

A chilling voice echoed in her heart.

Your power cannot save anyone.

Zhao Qianqian's pupils suddenly contracted.

No! This isn't an ordinary nightmare!

Damn it, wasn't that already resolved?!

Zhao Qianqian tried to mobilize her internal energy, but found her dantian completely still.

She wanted to resist, but her body was firmly pinned to the spot by invisible shackles of fear.

The monster walked up to her, its face—which belonged to Li Tie but was twisted and hideous—almost touching the tip of her nose.

"Zhao Qianqian...why...why didn't you save me...?"

Its voice was filled with resentment and malice.

The next moment, its sharp claws stabbed fiercely towards Zhao Qianqian's heart.

Zhao Qianqian's heart sank to the bottom.

Just then, the wisp of true energy that had transformed into yin attribute at the center of her dantian vortex moved without warning.

It's like a silver needle that has just awakened, bursting forth with extreme coldness in an instant.

That chilling will, like an insurmountable chasm, instantly severed the shackles of fear.

Zhao Qianqian regained her senses.

She stared at the hideous monster before her, her eyes now devoid of any emotion.

"You are not Li Tie."

She slowly raised her hand and grasped the monster's stabbing claws.

"You are just...my food."

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful suction force erupted from her palm.

The monster conjured from the inner demons let out a terrified scream. Its massive body was pulled by the suction force, turning into the purest gray-black energy, which continuously flowed into Zhao Qianqian's body.

The blood-red wasteland has faded.

Inside the wooden house, Zhao Qianqian suddenly opened her eyes.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.

She looked inward at her dantian and saw that the thread within her body, which had transformed into a yin attribute, was several times stronger than before, resembling a small silver snake coiled in the center of the golden vortex.

An unprecedented sense of power filled my entire body.

Not only was she not consumed by the inner demon, but she actually devoured it and broke through to the peak of the second-rate level. Keep in mind that they had only been practicing martial arts for a month!

No wonder! No wonder! Her second brother kept these inner demons.

With them, every time they wake up from an inner demon outburst, they will experience a leap forward in their breakthrough.

She turned her head and looked at her comrade in the next bed.

The female soldier was frowning, her face covered in cold sweat, clearly trapped in the same nightmare.

Zhao Qianqian reached out her hand, wanting to help, but then stopped.

She remembered Lin Yuan's cold gaze.

This is their own test.

She withdrew her hand, slowly closed her eyes, and entered a meditative state once again.

……

In the real world, near the edge of the lower city.

At this moment, Long Tianyou and his group were fleeing in panic, glancing back every now and then as if some great terror was behind them.

"Damn it! What is that?!"

Long Tianyou's voice trembled slightly at this moment.

"I don't know, but we have to get into the city immediately, or we'll all die here."

Xiao Qingwu's voice carried an unprecedented urgency.