Ying Zheng: What evil technique are you cultivating?

Arriving at the camp, assuming the role of Vice General went quite smoothly. Zhao Cheng's prestige within the Blood-Clad Army was currently so immense that with his appointment, not a single soul dared to question it.

Consequently, Meng Tian, who had originally intended to demonstrate his prowess to prove his worth, found himself with nothing to do.

He simply decided to study the Blood-Clad Army Body Refining Technique once more; he had been pouring over it ever since he returned yesterday.

Although body refining techniques were far simpler than Qi-consuming methods, that was only a relative comparison.

The Blood-Clad Army Body Refining Technique involved breathing and respiration, stance training, and dynamic exercises. As one progressed, it required the manipulation of blood and Qi, meaning it would take some time to truly grasp.

Fortunately, Meng Tian had spent no small amount of time tempering his own physique, so he picked it up quite quickly.

By the afternoon, he had already figured out seven or eight parts of it.

He arrived at the military grounds, watched the group of Blood-Clad Army soldiers howling in agony, gave a faint smile, and joined them.

Breathing—deep, long, even, and fine—gently vibrating the physique, stirring the blood and Qi...

Hmph, it's nothing more than this.

There was only a slight soreness; it could hardly be called painful, and it was entirely acceptable.

These Elite Soldiers have simply seen too little of the world, he thought to himself, setting his Blood-Vibrating Stance. His legs, like the roots of an ancient tree, were planted firmly into the ground.

He then coordinated his breathing with specific vocalizations to vibrate the blood and Qi in key areas of his body, causing the energy within him to surge.

Gradually, his whole body grew hot. While he appeared to be standing still,