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"Old Man Bao, you can just call me Mr. Bao. May I ask what kind of Kung Fu you are looking for, young brother?" Upon hearing Mr. Bucktooth's name, Mo Wen nearly laughed.
"There's no need to worry, young brother. We only conduct business here and do not inquire about backgrounds." Seeing Mo Wen remain silent, Mr. Bao assumed the young man had some concerns and quickly added this remark. His eager demeanor suggested that it had been a long time since he had made a sale.
"I am in need of a Ning Shen Realm Kung Fu. As this is my first visit, I would appreciate any recommendations from you, senior." Maintaining a humble attitude when unsure of the other party's capabilities was something Old Lu had taught him. Moreover, based on his understanding of Divine Nerve Hall, he had only seen the Fat Man outside and Mr. Bao here, which indicated they were not to be underestimated.
"I see. Our Kung Fu is divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower. From what I can see, young brother has a solid foundation, so your previous training must have been of a high standard. In my opinion, you should choose an upper-level Kung Fu," Mr. Bao said while stroking his mustache as he looked at Mo Wen.
Upon hearing Mr. Bao's words, Mo Wen felt a tightness in his chest, as if he were completely exposed and wearing nothing at all. Mr. Bao's cultivation level was far above his own; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to see through him so easily. He then shook his head, thinking perhaps he was overthinking it—after all, merchants often liked to flatter their customers.
"Oh? Are you perhaps considering a middle or lower-level Kung Fu?" Every subtle reaction from Mo Wen did not escape Mr. Bao's notice, and he grew curious upon seeing Mo Wen shake his head.
"No, what I require is a type of Kung Fu related to Nerve from your esteemed establishment. May I ask if you can sell it to me?" Mo Wen looked at Mr. Bao, trying to gauge his reaction; however, to his disappointment, he saw no unusual response.
"Oh? You actually know about Nerve-level Kung Fu! We do have such levels of Kung Fu available; however..." Mr. Bao continued stroking his beard with a slight frown.
"Please enlighten me," Mo Wen urged. Although he hadn't gleaned much from Mr. Bao's expression, his words confirmed his initial suspicions.
"Forgive my bluntness, but since you are aware that Divine Nerve Hall possesses Nerve-level Kung Fu, you must also know some of the rules involved. Firstly, Divine Nerve Hall is divided into different halls and levels; this hall is merely at the level of a pavilion and does not store any Nerve-level Kung Fu. Secondly, not everyone can obtain Nerve-level Kung Fu; to be precise, Nerve-level Kung Fu cannot simply be exchanged for money," Mr. Bao adjusted his clothing as if preparing to send Mo Wen away. Upon hearing this, Mo Wen realized that the implication was that he did not qualify for such Kung Fu. No wonder Old Lu had given him that token; it turned out that what he wanted could not be obtained with money alone.
"Sir, please take a look at this item and see if it is sufficient for me to acquire the Kung Fu I seek." Mo Wen took out the token Old Lu had given him. He had been reluctant to use it initially but felt pressed for progress now; he also wanted to verify whether the token was indeed effective.
"This..." Upon seeing the token handed over by Mo Wen, Mr. Bao could no longer sit still and hurriedly accepted it with both hands. He examined it closely under the light; although he had only heard about this token before, he had never seen one in person—not only him but very few people within the entire Divine Nerve Hall system had encountered such an item.
"Ah! This is unmistakable!" Mr. Bao's hands trembled slightly as he held the token. Divine Nerve Hall had issued many types of tokens before—mostly given to major factions or long-term clients—and these tokens were categorized into various ranks. However, there were only three of this particular token within Divine Nerve Hall itself, and none were issued to outsiders.
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