In the blink of an eye,
it was already Fang Chen's fifth month since joining the sect.
Recently, discussions about the dispute over the mineral vein had grown increasingly heated.
Ganyang Sect and Fenglan Sect each clung to their own claims, refusing to yield, both asserting sovereignty over it.
The higher-ups of both sides had been in frequent contact, presenting all kinds of distribution proposals.
In the end, however, everything came to nothing because they could not reach a consensus.
Although Fang Chen was immersed in martial cultivation, he had still heard a little about this,
and the Sect Master had also explained the deeper meaning behind the matter to him.
Simply put,
he... would soon no longer need to hide!
This dispute over the mineral vein was precisely the best stage prepared for him!
At this moment, atop Hammer Peak.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Dull sounds of something cleaving the air echoed continuously across the training ground.
Pang Yuan stood bare-chested, his bronze-colored skin covered in beads of sweat.
The heavy sledgehammer in his hands danced like the wind, dragging out streaks of afterimages. Every strike was immense and forceful, as if it would smash the air before him to pieces.
Gang Qi surged around Pang Yuan, and his aura grew even more condensed and profound!
"I absolutely cannot let Fang Chen catch up too easily!"
That thought drove him to practice martial arts without pause, never feeling tired!
Perhaps it was a genius's pride, or perhaps it was his last stubborn defiance!
During this period, he had poured nearly all his energy into cultivating the Hammer Peak Secret Manual. His hammer arts had grown increasingly proficient, and his cultivation had steadily advanced.
All this effort was simply because he did not want to be easily overtaken by that monster,