Celestial Ridge Immortal Stronghold, Chen Clan Martial Arts Training Ground.
The sun hung high, a scorching golden ray scattered down.
On the orderly blue stone training ground, rows of young men and women stood with upright postures, perfectly aligned, breathing in unison, their movements precisely synchronized.
The sound of their breathing and the wind from their punches rose and fell, making the surrounding air buzz.
Chen Hua mingled within the ranks, moving in harmony with the others, each move stable and practiced with finesse.
"Five Poison Immortal Palm, refines strength with poison, drives poison with inner strength, consists of three layers, advancing progressively."
Chen Hua subconsciously swept his gaze over his companions.
In the palms of his peers, faint greenish water-like poison light lingered, delicate green patterns spread and flowed along the palm lines, exuding a subtle aura of sinister poison.
