I have the face of a great demon.

Pushing open the heavy doors of the main hall, the sight before them astonished everyone.

Ropes hung from the beam, with iron thorns covering them.

They intertwined and formed a formidable thicket of thorns.

Senior Brother Qin pointed to the iron thorns and said, "What you need to do is very simple: just walk through this iron thorn forest as fast as possible."

The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. Had someone walked through the iron thorns?

Need it even faster?

Wouldn't that be like offering yourself up to be pricked like a hedgehog?

For a moment, no one dared to step forward and try.

Senior Brother Qin comforted them, "You don't need to be afraid. Even if you get pricked by the iron thorns, it's just a superficial injury. If you train hard enough, you can be like me."

After saying that, Senior Brother Qin moved swiftly, like a light swallow, and plunged into the thorn forest. A large swath of iron thorns was stirred up by his movement.

Amidst the disciples' exclamations, Senior Brother Qin's figure darted left and right, the swaying iron thorns passing by him, yet unable to touch him in the slightest.

Soon, Senior Brother Qin crossed the Iron Thorn Forest and appeared at the other end.

"Watch closely, that's how it is. As long as you practice diligently, you can do it too."

The disciples looked at each other, and whispers rose and fell among them.

"This...how is this possible? Those iron thorns are incredibly sharp, how could Senior Brother Qin pass through them unscathed?" Junior Brother Zhang stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief.

"Yes, just looking at it makes my legs go weak, let alone going up there myself." Junior Brother Li's voice trembled, and his hands unconsciously gripped the hem of his clothes.

Junior Sister Zhao looked worried: "What if we really get hurt? Not only will we be left with scars, but what if we injure our bones and tendons? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

Finally, the bravest senior brother, Wang, gritted his teeth and decided to take this courageous step.

He cautiously ventured into the thicket of thorns, silently chanting "slow and steady wins the race," attempting to avoid any harm by moving at a snail's pace.

Indeed, as long as you walk slowly, you won't disturb any of the iron thorns.

But such cultivation is meaningless.

Seeing that he was slacking off, Senior Brother Qin didn't say anything. He flicked his finger, and a pebble shot out, hitting an iron thorn in front of the disciple and making the thorn swing.

"My God!" The disciple turned pale with fright and tried to dodge, but bumped into the iron thorns behind him.

This triggered a chain reaction; the entire thorn forest seemed to come alive, and the thorns all rushed towards him.

In an instant, he seemed to become the prey of this forest, being ruthlessly ravaged.

In the end, he returned by the same route, looking utterly disheveled. His face and body were covered in bloodstains, and his white clothes were torn into rags, making him look like a pitiful sight.

The disciples were terrified when they saw this; this was a death wish!

But Senior Brother Qin showed no sympathy whatsoever; he sternly rebuked:

"Quiet down, all of you! What's this little injury? Back when I was training for this, I was in way more miserable than you guys!"

"Remember, no pain, no gain. Next one, keep going!"

One by one, the disciples took turns fighting, but all of them were defeated in this thorny forest, and each of them was injured.

Soon, it was Liu Xingchen's turn to go on stage. All the disciples turned their attention to him, wanting to see how this genius disciple would pass the test.

Liu Xingchen had been observing from the sidelines. He noticed that each of his fellow disciples was extremely cautious when attempting the challenge, as if afraid of disturbing the sharp iron thorns.

The lightness skill and movement techniques are like a bird that has been bound, making it difficult to use them freely, and the steps become unsteady.

Senior Brother Qin, meanwhile, was using stones to strike the iron thorns, urging them to speed up. Liu Xingchen saw all of this and kept it in mind.

In this way, he understood the situation.

"Wow—" Amid everyone's exclamations, Liu Xingchen used his movement technique to rush in, his speed so fast that it seemed he was about to crash headfirst into the iron thorns.

However, at this critical moment, Liu Xingchen suddenly stopped, then quickly moved sideways, skillfully weaving through the gaps in the iron thorn forest.

He moved nimbly, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, not pursuing speed at all, but rather traversing the thorny thicket with a seemingly leisurely yet deliberate pace.

Although his speed wasn't particularly fast, and he hadn't fully unleashed the limits of his movement technique, in this dangerous thorny forest, he seemed surprisingly fast.

Just as Liu Xingchen had expected, Senior Brother Qin indeed showed a satisfied smile and stopped hitting the iron thorns with stones.

The purpose of using stones to strike the iron thorns is not to encourage disciples to have the courage and wisdom to challenge and use their agility, thereby training them in the application of agility.

Without Senior Brother Qin's interference, Liu Xingchen made his way smoothly through the Iron Thorn Forest, and the exit was just ahead.

Just as Liu Xingchen was about to cross the thorny forest and victory was in sight, an unexpected event occurred.

He felt his clothes being caught on a thorny branch, and realizing something was wrong, he immediately sped up and rushed forward.

But the movement of this iron thorn immediately triggered a chain reaction, and the surrounding iron thorns surged in like waves, attacking Liu Xingchen from all directions.

Liu Xingchen had no choice but to use all his skills and speed up his movements, dodging left and right through the iron thorns.

Nevertheless, he was inevitably pricked by the iron thorns.

Fortunately, the exit is within reach.

A moment later, Liu Xingchen finally broke out of the thorn forest. Although he looked a little disheveled, his condition was quite good compared to his fellow disciples.

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn in a few places, and she had one or two small cuts on her face, but overall she was not seriously injured.

Senior Brother Qin clapped his hands and said loudly, "Good! Everyone should practice like Junior Brother Liu. Don't be afraid, unleash your movement techniques, and carefully avoid the iron thorns. You can do it."

With the example of the first person who successfully passed the test, the disciples seemed to be injected with new energy, their confidence soared, and they gradually learned how to move freely through the Iron Thorn Forest by imitating his example.

A month has passed, and the disciples have gradually mastered the skills. They are not only able to successfully break through the thorn forest, but their wounds are also getting smaller and smaller, and their speed is constantly improving.

However, among these many disciples, one person's situation was rather awkward, and that was Tie Zhu.

His tall and robust figure meant that no matter how careful he was, he always seemed unable to avoid coming into contact with those sharp iron thorns.

Therefore, while the other disciples could pass through the thorn forest with only minor injuries, he was unable to pass and ended up covered in wounds every time.

In the end, even Senior Brother Qin was powerless to help, it seems that this thorny forest is an insurmountable obstacle for Tiezhu.

He could only advise Tie Zhu to give up challenging the thorn forest and instead focus on cultivating on the plum blossom stakes.

Seeing this, Yu Kun mocked Tie Zhu for several days. He was very pleased to see Tie Zhu's humiliation.

Tie Zhu was very upset about this, but little did he know that something even more frustrating was yet to come.