"Brother Feng, can you drink? It's especially cold in the wilderness at night. Have some strong liquor to warm yourself up." Huang Xiaoqin handed Chen Feng a wine flask.

"Thank you, Sister Qin." Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Feng took the wine flask, tilted his head back, and gulped down several large mouthfuls like a cow drinking water.

The liquor slid down his throat, bringing a spicy and burning sensation.

He smacked his lips, a satisfied expression on his face.

Then, he reached out and tore a fragrant piece of beef from the grill.

The beef was grilled to perfection, with a golden-brown, crispy exterior and a tender, juicy interior.

Chen Feng put the beef into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and felt the rich aroma of the meat spreading in his mouth.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was savoring this moment of deliciousness.

Despite being in the wilderness, the campsite was surrounded by an atmosphere of tranquility and safety.

When Chen Feng returned, he had already carefully circled the area around the camp.

His steps were light and cautious, as if afraid of disturbing the peace of this land.

In the shadows, he cleverly set up some defensive and alert formations, which acted like an invisible barrier, protecting the safety of the camp.

However, Chen Feng did not publicize these arrangements; he chose to silently protect everyone.

His eyes revealed a firmness and confidence, as if telling himself that no matter what difficulties he encountered, he had the ability to protect the people around him.

In the middle of the camp, the roaring firelight illuminated the night as if it were daytime.

The beef bone broth in the large pot was bubbling, emitting a rich and fragrant aroma that seemed to penetrate one's soul, making one's mouth water.

The grilled meat sizzled nearby, its grease dripping onto the fire with a crackling sound, stimulating everyone's taste buds.

The firelight illuminated everyone's faces, making each person's expression clearly visible.

Chen Feng listened intently as Zhang Baiyun and his team recounted their experiences hunting in the wilderness, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.

During the narration, Zhang Baiyun's voice was sometimes low and sometimes passionate, as if taking everyone back to that fierce battlefield.

He described every detail of the battle in great detail, making people feel as if they could see the warriors fighting bravely and hear the sounds of swords clashing.

The team members gasped in amazement from time to time, completely captivated by the story.

In this warm atmosphere, everyone enjoyed delicious food while chatting and sharing their experiences and stories.

The firelight, laughter, and voices mingled together, creating a harmonious and beautiful scene.

Occasionally, Chen Feng would chime in with a few words, sharing stories about Tianlang Pass, especially the thrilling battle in which the human race established Zhenlang Pass, which attracted everyone's attention and shocked them.

"This is wonderful! The human race has actually established a second formidable pass within the territory of the werewolves. No wonder the Martial Arts Department lifted the ban before, allowing some mid-level third-grade martial artists to go to the Heavenly Wolf Pass."

"I must work hard to cultivate and strive to break through to the middle third rank as soon as possible. In the future, I must go to Zhenlang Pass to kill a few werewolves."

"Back then, werewolves and several other alien races invaded our human territory, slaughtering countless humans. Even the four islands of Japan were riddled with holes, and many areas of Southeast Asia sank into the sea. It was simply too tragic."

"Yes, we martial artists dream of killing alien races in this life. Now that we have the opportunity to kill werewolves, we should all strive to break through to the sixth rank as soon as possible."

Dinner lasted for two or three hours. Since all fifteen people were martial artists, they all had large appetites. Although the Wild Blood Bull was only an eighth-grade wild beast and its meat contained little energy, a single Wild Blood Bull weighed at least a thousand catties of meat, and almost half of it was eaten by the group.

The table was laden with a variety of dishes, including golden-brown and crispy roasted beef, fragrant meat broth, and fresh vegetables and fruits.

Everyone ate heartily, fully enjoying the satisfaction brought by the delicious food.

Some people grabbed the beef with their hands, chewed it heartily, and had oil stains on the corners of their mouths;

Some people scooped up the broth with spoons and drank it sip by sip, occasionally making "tsk tsk" sounds of admiration;

Others ate while chatting with those around them, their laughter echoing throughout the room.

The meat of the Wild Blood Bull is tender and juicy, and every bite is full of rich meaty aroma.

Everyone ate with great relish, seemingly forgetting all their troubles. Some even stood up, walked to the table, and put another piece of beef in their mouths.

The atmosphere at the dinner was very lively, with everyone immersed in the world of delicious food and enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

Nothing more was said that night, and everyone dragged their tired bodies back to their respective tents to rest.

Despite the distant roars of wild beasts, which were deafening and seemed to be a challenge to them, the camp was not attacked by the beasts.

Chen Feng sat quietly in the tent, adjusting his breathing, preparing to begin practicing stance training.

He bent his knees slightly and crossed his arms in front of his chest, standing firmly on the ground like a tall pine tree.

His gaze was focused and unwavering, as if he were one with his surroundings.

As time went on, Chen Feng's body began to tremble slightly, and sweat slid down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered. Every breath, every movement, seemed so natural and fluid, as if he had become one with the stance training.

After completing his stance training, Chen Feng rested briefly before beginning his cultivation of the Heavenly Saint Transformation Divine Skill.

He closed his eyes, formed a hand seal, and a powerful aura surged from his body.

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