Chapter Fifteen: Expedition and Training

  Although Wang Chang said so, Ning Chong, who was excited and joyful, had already made up his mind and only said: "Elder, I've decided, I'll choose this one, no change!"

  *sigh*...

  Wang Zhang sighed and shook his head. He had been in this martial arts hall for nearly a hundred years, and every time he met someone who practiced the Rolling Stone Fist, they were all drawn in by its great power.

  These young people are full of vigor and curiosity, with a strong desire for profit. No matter how he tried to persuade them with examples, they only listened to the words "The strongest power of Rolling Stone Fist is not under high-level martial arts".

  In the eyes of Wang Zong, Ning Chong was just another young man who had been dazzled by the theoretical power of "Rolling Stone Fist". As Wang Zong's duty was only to guard the lecture hall, if the youngsters did not listen to his advice, he would not have any other means and would not waste more time.

  Anyway, these youngsters will eventually give up the cultivation of "Rolling Stone Fist" with their heads hung low in defeat after tasting the bitter fruit. Although they wasted their time cultivating, it is also a case of gaining wisdom from failure, which is beneficial to the growth of the youngsters.

  So, Elder Wang saw that Ning Chong had made up his mind and stopped talking. He then registered the two secret books "Bao Bu" and "Gunshi Quan" for Ning Chong and reminded him: "The secret book must be kept properly and can only be held for a maximum of half a year. Once the time is up, it must be returned. In addition, it is strictly forbidden to privately teach others, if violated, will be severely punished."

  Ning Chongdao said: "I understand."

  Finally, Ning Chong bid farewell to Wang Changlao and left the Lecture Martial Hall with two secret books.

  After Ning Chong returned home, he did not choose to go to Hou Shan Xin Sui Valley for cultivation, but instead made the decision to venture out and practice.

  He is very clear that the practice of martial arts, actual combat capability is extremely important, without actual combat, even if you practice to perfection, it's not necessarily strong.

  Moreover, the family's outer disciple competition half a year later is a real battle, which makes Ning Chong even more eager to improve his strength through actual combat.

  To the west of Xuan Yuan City, dozens of miles away, is the edge of the vast Xuan Yuan mountain range. The Xuan Yuan mountain range runs north-south, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, with complex terrain and dense forest cover, where all sorts of powerful and weak demonic beasts live.

  Although this mountain range forest has a rich variety of natural resources, it is full of all kinds of dangers, and every day there are countless people who lose their lives in it.

  Strength is revered, and the weak are preyed upon in the Divine Martial Continent. Death is a normal occurrence here. Only through experiencing slaughter and bloodshed can a martial artist truly grow up.

  If you don't want to be a flower that can't stand the wind and rain in a greenhouse, then Xuan Yuan Mountain Range is a place with great trial value. Ning Chong's destination was decided to be Xuan Yuan Mountain Range.

  Ning Chong made only simple preparations, bringing some necessities of life, and then set off.

  Leaving Ning's large mansion, heading west through Xuanyuan City, leaving the city and continuing west. Half a time later, Ning Chong had already walked into a sparse forest, with few people in sight around him.

  His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and in this quiet and deserted environment, Ning Chong felt even more uneasy.

  Actually, from the time he left Ning's mansion, Ning Chong felt that something was off, as if someone was following him. Now that he had arrived in this forest, under the quiet and deserted surroundings, this feeling became even stronger.

  "Who's there?" Ning Chong shouted cautiously. "Which friend is hiding behind? If you've followed me, don't be shy, come out and let's meet!"

  The voice had just fallen when a flustered and exasperated voice said: "How detestable! To actually be discovered by this useless thing!"

  The bushes rustled, and Ning Chong saw two people walking out. The one in front was Ning Fanjing, and behind him was a handsome young man with brocade robes and a golden crown, his face bearing an air of arrogance.

  With her left hand grasping the bundle of zongzi, Ning Fan's face was filled with an uncontrollable vicious hatred as she sneered: "I originally wanted to drag it out a bit further before dealing with you, this piece of trash. But since you've already discovered me, that's even better! After all, I would have had to deal with you sooner or later!"

  "Haha! Ning Chong, aren't you being too arrogant? Now my brother is here, try continuing to be arrogant! Humph, it's not good to deal with you in the family mansion, and since you've left the mansion yourself, if my brothers and I don't break your arms and legs today and thoroughly cripple you, then I, Ning Fanjing, will no longer be surnamed Ning!"

  Listening to Ning Fan Jing's boastful words, Ning Chong's gaze had already focused on the brocade-robed young man behind Ning Fan Jing, his eyebrows furrowed and his face solemn.

  Is that Ning Fangyu, Ning Fangjing's younger brother? He indeed lives up to his reputation as one of the top geniuses among the outer sect disciples, with extremely strong abilities. Just the aura he exudes is already very oppressive! Indeed, just like what I've heard, at the very least, he has already reached the fifth stage of martial cultivation!

  Ning Fan's expression was endless, but Ning Yu couldn't help feeling a bit impatient and said: "Big brother, say less, hurry up and get rid of this trash, I still have to go back and cultivate!"

  "Yes! Yes! Younger brother, take action and cripple his four limbs for me to avenge!"

  Ning Fan retreated to one side, listening obediently. This clever younger brother of his had always been the one he looked up to as an ancestor, after all, he was able to swagger around outside thanks to this younger brother, so he had always listened to his younger brother's words.

  With his hands behind his back, he took a step forward with an arrogant expression. Ning Fan looked at Ning Chong with disdain and said, "You crippled my brother's left palm, this will be the most regrettable thing you've ever done in your life!"

  "Haha! Is that so? Then let me see how you're going to make me regret it!"

  For a martial artist, losing one's limbs and losing one's martial skills are almost the same. Ning Chong was already burning with anger in his heart, speaking with his mouth, and staring at Ning Fan Yu without showing any weakness in his eyes.

  "Dead duck's hard mouthed rubbish!"

  Ning Fan sneered and flew into the air, charging towards Ning Chong with a light palm strike.

  This palm seemed to have no power at all, but Ning Chong was shocked, because he had a feeling of being locked in and having nowhere to escape in an instant.

  Ning Chong found that he could only harden his defense, so he sank the Qi in his Dantian, let out a loud shout, and stabilized his body. He crossed his arms to form a stable seal in front of him - it was the basic martial technique "Cross Seal Block".

  Bang!

  With a clash of arms, Ning Fan's seemingly weak and gentle palm strike felt like it had been smashed by a massive hammer. A surge of incredible power flooded into his arms, causing his bones to ache as if they were about to shatter, the pain was excruciating. In an instant, he was forced back, his chest compressed by the overwhelming force.

  Hmph!

  With a single move, the gap in their powers became apparent. Ning Cheng was no match for his opponent and couldn't use any techniques to deflect the force. He retreated five or six steps before barely stabilizing himself.

  "Bastard..."

  A suffocating feeling in his chest, a faint sweetness in his throat, and a thread of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Ning Chong's heart was truly shocked and frightened by the terrifying power of this palm! With just one palm strike, he had already suffered a minor injury! Was this the strength of one of the most outstanding geniuses among the outer sect disciples?

  "Huh! He actually blocked my Eighty Percent Strength 'Sky Covering Palm' and only retreated six steps!"

  Ning Fan Yu did not take advantage of the opportunity to attack, but instead blurted out in surprise.

  Ning Fan originally only wanted to interrupt Ning Chong's movements to avenge Ning Fang Jing, although he didn't use his ultimate martial arts technique, but seeing Ning Chong actually block his palm with the strength of a first-stage martial artist, he was also very surprised.

  In shock, Ning Fan inwardly thought viciously: "This person seems to be of the same age as me, and can withstand eight-tenths of my strength in one palm. It looks like he has great potential. If I let him live, it's likely that he'll become a troublemaker. Why not make him disappear completely?"

  Thinking so, Ning Fan's face suddenly turned icy cold with a dense killing intent.

  Ning Chong carefully observed the expression and saw that Ning Fan's eyes were filled with an undisguised murderous intent. Although he was furious in his heart, he clearly understood that if he stayed, he would likely face a fatal disaster...