Lu Yan's life had returned to a routine. Each day, he would cook Martial Food then consume it to harvest bone strength, and elevate his cultivation level.
He figured his Martial Arts were adequate for now, hence he did not use any additional Martial energy.
His primary focus was to raise his cultivation to the Martial Marquis Level Five. Only then would he divert his attention to enhancing his Martial Arts skills.
When he had free time, he would mentor the disciples in his Martial Arts Hall and Wang Lin.
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
A bitter, cold wind blew during the coldest season of the year.
One day, two distressed disciples from the Sanjue Martial Arts Hall arrived at the hall seeking Wen Yuan.
"Senior brother, there's trouble. Our platform at 'Wuxing Street' was dismantled by the folks from Martial School Alliance. And the brothers responsible for recruiting disciples were attacked as well," reported the two disciples to Wen Yuan.