Chapter 1152: Who Is Meng Jingzhou, the Tiger Roar Sect's Sect Master, Another Great Power?

"Ever since I arrived in the Northern Lands, I've been concealing my cultivation and identity, teaching martial arts at a training hall. I live a very regular life, working from sunrise to sunset."

Meng Jingzhou's heart lifted. Hearing Old Lu's words, it seemed very safe here. "So, you haven't been in any battles since coming to the Northern Lands?"

"Uh, I wouldn't say no battles. There was just one."

"One battle isn't too bad. Who was your opponent?"

"A beast tide formed by four great demon kings and countless demon beasts."

"...Are you sure you came to the Northern Lands to experience the mortal world?"

"That's not important. Come on, I'll take you to our training hall. Encountering demon kings and beast tides was an accident; the training hall is where I truly live like a mortal."

"I heard you were at a training hall," Meng Jingzhou said. He recalled Senior Brother Dai saying Old Lu had sent a death message, stating he was at a training hall in Snowfall City, Northern Lands.

"Our training hall is called Tiger Roar Martial Arts Hall, and it's part of the Tiger Roar Sect."

Lu Yang led Meng Jingzhou to the training hall. The gatekeeper, Xiao Huo, was diligently guarding the entrance, preventing outsiders from entering.

"Old Meng, let me introduce you. This is Xiao Huo, our training hall's gatekeeper."

Last night, Huo Huashen had spent the entire night arranging the Tiger Roar Martial Arts Hall's defense layout, which had exhausted him, leaving him a bit listless now.

Hearing Lu Yang call out "Old Meng," he instantly perked up.

The only person Lu Yang would call "Old Meng" was Meng Jingzhou, the eldest son of the Meng family!

At that moment, Meng Jingzhou's cultivation fluctuated to the Body Integration stage, allowing him to see through Huo Huashen's cultivation, which surprised him.

A Spirit Transformation stage gatekeeper?

And upon opening the door, was that a ten-thousand-year-old Coiled Dragon Wood?

"This is Teacher Xue Shilu."

"Fellow Daoist Xue, this is Meng Jingzhou. You must have heard of him."

Xue Shilu paused, then clasped his hands and bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Meng."

Meng Jingzhou returned the bow, growing even more surprised. A teacher at the peak of the Spirit Transformation stage?

This small training hall certainly harbored hidden masters. Who could be the sect leader of this Tiger Roar Sect?

"This is Murong You, the sect leader of the Tiger Roar Sect."

Meng Jingzhou stared at Old Man Murong for a long time, dumbfounded. Golden Core stage?

"Your cultivation level... that can't be right?"

Murong You let out an "Oh," then stood up, a smile of interest on his face. With his hands behind his back, he circled Meng Jingzhou, examining him up and down.

"Young Lu, your friend isn't simple. He can tell I've hidden my cultivation."

Murong You stopped in front of them, a hint of arrogance mixed with his calm expression. "Indeed. Although I've always told others I'm at the perfected Foundation Establishment stage, I actually reached the early Golden Core stage long ago."

"I didn't think you'd be able to sense even that slightest wisp of Golden Core aura I let slip!"

Lu Yang and the other person both showed expressions of astonishment, which greatly pleased Old Man Murong.

"Young Meng, I see you're also at the early Foundation Establishment stage. Would you like to come here and be a teacher for a while?" Before Lu Yang could mention it, Murong You proactively brought it up.

Old Man Murong was wise with age; he could deduce most things without them being explicitly stated. He likely guessed that Young Meng, like Teacher Xue, was here to accompany amnesiac Young Lu and help him slowly recover his memories.

"Huh? Me, a teacher?"

Lu Yang immediately accepted on Meng Jingzhou's behalf. "Old Man Murong, you have great insight! I was just about to bring that up. The students are progressing very quickly with their martial arts, and it's hard for me to teach them all by myself. It would be perfect if Old Meng could help share the burden."

"My brother's martial arts skills are quite remarkable; he hasn't met an opponent since he began cultivating."

"Excellent. Then, Teacher Meng, your monthly payment will be the same as Teacher Xue's: five spirit stones a month. How does that sound?"

"...Alright."

After Lu Yang and the other person left, a gleam flashed in Murong You's eyes.

"Young Lu said he had profound good fortune, and it's certainly true. In less than two months since he arrived, the training hall has gained three Foundation Establishment cultivators, a Qi Condensation stage 3 gatekeeper, and even the main door has been replaced with a new one."

Meng Jingzhou thought about it and decided that five spirit stones a month was quite good. Previously, he had earned money by selling his blood, which sounded a bit unpleasant to mention. This time was different; he was earning money through his own abilities.

"Old Meng, I need to discuss something with you."

"What is it?"

"I have a student who performs well, but he suffers from a cold constitution. I was thinking, could you give him a drop of your blood to help him warm up and dispel the cold?"

So, this young master, with a monthly payment of five spirit stones, still has to sell his blood, huh?

As the two spoke in the courtyard, a snow-white figure leaped over the wall, shaking its head, its mane fluttering behind it.

"Senior Horse!"

Old Horse, completely white without a single stray hair, blended seamlessly with the snow. It glanced proudly at Lu Yang and the other person, but said nothing.

Just then, shouts and calls came from outside the wall, followed by Huo Huashen jogging over.

"Teachers, I heard a horse jumped into our training hall?" Huo Huashen had heard it from his subordinates patrolling the perimeter of the hall and quickly came to investigate.

He'd heard the white horse was remarkably agile; twenty Nascent Soul stage cultivators couldn't stop it from leaping over the wall.

"It's nothing. The horse came with Old Meng. It'll be staying at the training hall for a while."

Huo Huashen surveyed the courtyard and proactively said, "I see we don't have a stable here. How about I build one? Rest assured, teachers, it'll be very comfortable!"

"That would be a bother."

"No trouble at all, no trouble. It's my duty."

After Lu Yang and the other person left, Huo Huashen whistled, and a group of black-clad figures, carrying bricks and wood, scaled the wall, shouting "Boss!" in unison.

"You all know what to do, right?"

"Yes! Build the best stable in the shortest time possible!"

"Good. Remember, don't let anyone discover you!"

"Understood!"

Old Horse scraped its hoof on the ground, revealing wild grass frozen into ice crystals. It took a bite, wagging its tail.

The grass in the Northern Lands truly tasted different from anywhere else.

During class, Lu Yang grandly introduced the martial arts master, Teacher Meng. During the break, Meng Jingzhou pulled Lu Yang aside.

"Are you saying that student named Gong Che has internal cold and needs my blood to dispel it?"

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

"Damn it, while it's true he used to have internal cold, he's been practicing this Tiger Roar Fist every day. The cold has almost been dispelled, and it'll be completely gone in a few more days!"

"Well, isn't it better to dispel it a day sooner?"

"And what's with these students of yours? One has a human bloodline mixed with a bit of Flood Dragon blood, which is gradually awakening. Another is clearly a cultivator. And there's one whose spiritual power is terrifyingly high, and who always talks to himself."

"You don't understand, do you? Although we often talk about 'the common populace' to mean ordinary people, in reality, how could people be exactly alike? These students are just ordinary people with a bit of personality. Don't overthink it."

Meng Jingzhou paused, feeling that Old Lu's words made some sense. "Is this your enlightenment from experiencing the mortal world?"

"That was just something I made up on the spot to fool you."