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"If you are unwilling, then forget it. Sorry for the disturbance." Jin Qinghan's expression was slightly awkward. It is known that what martial artists learn is private; such a blatant inquiry about others is inappropriate. He was about to turn away.
"Alright." Wang Yi hesitated for a moment before agreeing to his request. Jin Qinghan was one of the four major disciples of the Outer Sect, and barring any accidents, he would soon become an Inner Sect Disciple. Making connections with him could be beneficial.
Jin Qinghan's foot landed as he turned around, "Really."
Wang Yi moved swiftly, his palms spread out as they descended, instantly forming a solidified airflow. A yellow leaf fell into this space and was instantly reduced to ashes, demonstrating the power of his palm.
At the same time, Jin Qinghan's heart sank into silence. His cold eyes slowly closed as he comprehended the mystery within.
After a while, Wang Yi retracted his palms and was about to say something when he heard Jin Qinghan say, "Thank you." With that, he left and disappeared into the sparse forest in just a few breaths.
Yellow leaves fluttered down, and the air was filled with the desolate scent of autumn wind.
"What a strange person," Wang Yi murmured with a bitter smile.
At that moment, Niu Meng rushed over, shouting loudly as he ran, "Big Brother, the competition has ended."
"That bastard Li Gang actually took first place," Niu Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead and cursed, clearly displeased with Li Gang's victory.
Wang Yi was still lost in thought about what had just happened when he heard Niu Meng's words and responded with an "Oh."
"By the way, I saw Jin Shixiong earlier. What was he doing here?" Niu Meng scratched his head and muttered.
Wang Yi shook his head and asked, "What place did he come in?"
"Second. Brother Chu came in third." Niu Meng said this and suddenly looked excited, "That bastard Zhao Shanyu only got fourth place."
Hearing this from Niu Meng, Wang Yi could imagine what kind of expression that proud fellow Zhao Shanyu must have right now.
The next day, morning!
Wang Yi and nine others followed Elder Zhou Deyu from the Outer Sect to the library.
Inside the library, there were tens of thousands of martial arts books, including palm techniques, sword styles, fist techniques, and spear methods. The variety of martial arts was overwhelming for Wang Yi, leaving him unsure of which martial arts book to choose.
These books were collected by the successive elders and sect leaders of Kaiyang Sect, representing the hard work of countless generations. It was precisely because of these martial arts that Kaiyang Sect gradually developed and grew stronger, becoming one of the two major powers in Xiangzhou Prefecture.
Zhou Deyu stood at one end of the bookshelf, stroking his white beard and smiling as he said, "All of these are Third-Rank Martial Arts. Each of you can only choose one technique. Once you have made your choice, go out separately. Remember, the martial arts you learn must not be shared outside. This is the sect's rule; anyone who shares them will face extermination!" His voice was cold, and Wang Yi and the others felt a chill run down their spines, as if pierced by ice needles, leaving no room for doubt.
"Yes," Wang Yi and the other ten replied in unison.
Zhou Deyu nodded. Anyone who dared to ignore the sect's rules would face severe punishment; within Xiangzhou Prefecture, Kaiyang Sect had that authority.
"Wang Yi, which type of martial arts should we choose?" Niu Meng asked. "Palm techniques, fist techniques, spear methods, or sword techniques?" He scratched his head, looking uncertain.
"None of those?" Wang Yi shook his head at each option, leaving Niu Meng at a loss for what to choose as he stood dumbfounded in front of the bookshelf.
"Choose the one that suits you best," Wang Yi advised.
"Ah! The one that suits me best." Niu Meng was taken aback but suddenly brightened up and said, "I got it!" He then waved his fist at Wang Yi.
Wang Yi glanced over and saw Jin Qinghan standing alone in front of a row of bookshelves, with several sets of exquisite sword techniques in front of him.
It seemed that Jin Qinghan sensed his gaze; he turned slightly to look at Wang Yi before continuing to search with his head down.
"Roaring Fist technique."
At that moment, Niu Meng took a book titled Fist Technique from the shelves and exclaimed those four words. After a quick glance, Niu Meng said excitedly, "Wang Yi, I've chosen this one."
"Good," Wang Yi replied.
"The disciples who have made their selections, please leave immediately," Zhou Deyu's voice reached Wang Yi and Niu Meng's ears, cold as ice.
"Yes." Niu Meng dared not hesitate and said softly, "Wang Yi, I'm leaving first."
Wang Yi observed for a long time and saw that Li Gang and the others had already left; even Jin Qinghan had chosen a sword technique and departed.
Seeing Wang Yi's troubled expression, Chu Yixuan put the selected Martial Arts into her Storage Bag and walked over to ask with a smile, "Wang Shidi, what's wrong?"
Wang Yi shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
"Wang Shidi, there's no need to rush. Take your time; there will surely be something suitable for you," Chu Yixuan reassured with a smile.
After that, the vast library was left with only Wang Yi, who was focused on searching.
"What's wrong? None of these catch your eye?" Zhou Deyu appeared at Wang Yi's side and asked with a smile.
Wang Yi was startled and thought to himself about Zhou Deyu's realm; with his extraordinary perception at the same level, he hadn't sensed Zhou Deyu's presence at all.
"I've met Elder Zhou," Wang Yi respectfully bowed slightly before saying slowly, "It's just that I haven't found anything suitable for my disciples."
"There are thousands of Martial Arts here, and you can't find something suitable for yourself?" Zhou Deyu laughed heartily and said, "At your current level, these Martial Arts are just right for you. Don't be too ambitious."
"You're right, Elder," Wang Yi replied with an expression of being taught a lesson. "But why haven't I found the subsequent techniques for the Crimson Sun Blade Technique?"
"Well, how did you know there was a continuation of the Crimson Sun Blade Technique?" Zhou Deyu paused slightly, his deep-set eyes fixed on Wang Yi without moving, making Wang Yi dare not even breathe, as if two sharp swords were pressed against his neck.
Seeing this expression, Zhou Deyu's demeanor softened, and Wang Yi let out a long sigh of relief, his expression becoming more respectful. "Elder, please don't be angry; I was just guessing!" However, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased; it seemed his speculation was correct—there indeed was a continuation of the Crimson Sun Blade Technique!
"How did you deduce that there was a continuation of the blade technique?" Zhou Deyu asked.
"I inferred it from the Pushing Cloud Palm and Transforming Cloud Palm," Wang Yi replied respectfully.
"You are correct; there is indeed a continuation of the blade technique. However, this is not something an Outer Sect Disciple like you can obtain," Zhou Deyu said slowly. "I advise you not to think about it unless you can become an Inner Sect Elite Disciple; otherwise, you will not gain access to the continuation of the Crimson Sun Blade Technique."
"Ah, why?" Wang Yi couldn't help but ask.
"Because the continuation of the Crimson Sun Blade Technique is a Fifth-Rank Martial Technique," Zhou Deyu replied.
Zhou Deyu's words struck Wang Yi like a bombshell, causing him to involuntarily take two steps back, staring at Zhou Deyu in astonishment.
"What's wrong? Don't believe me? Do you think I would lie to you for no reason?" Zhou Deyu said calmly.
"I wouldn't dare; I just didn't expect the rank of the continuation of the blade technique to be so high," Wang Yi quickly bowed his head in respect. He genuinely did not want to anger this elder because standing before him, Zhou Deyu felt as if he didn't exist at all; there wasn't a trace of Vital Energy emanating from him.
"Go take a look over there," Zhou Deyu pointed to a remote corner.
Wang Yi was overjoyed. When he lifted his head again, Zhou Deyu had already vanished without a trace and appeared outside the door.
Wang Yi immediately walked in the direction Zhou Deyu indicated and picked up a book on Martial Arts: Binding Dragon Hand.
Third-Rank Martial Arts: Binding Dragon Hand.
Wang Yi flipped through the pages and gradually revealed a look of joy on his face. The Binding Dragon Hand was clearly a follow-up technique to the Winding Hand. When mastered, it could transform energy into a dragon, combining offense and defense with tremendous power.
"Thank you, Elder." Wang Yi placed the Binding Dragon Hand into his Storage Bag and walked out of the library.
Zhou Deyu stood at the door with his hands behind his back, waved his hand, and a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes. "Kid, do you want the subsequent Crimson Sun Blade Technique?"
Wang Yi felt that this old man was like a fox trying to tempt him, but he couldn't resist such temptation and asked, "What do you mean by that, Elder?"
"If you really want it, then become an Inner Sect Elite Disciple," Zhou Deyu stroked his White Beard and said.
"Yes." Wang Yi was taken aback; wasn't this just making fun of him? But he still respectfully bowed.
Wang Yi had barely returned to his residence for a moment when Niu Meng burst in, laughing loudly. "Big Brother, the competition has ended. What are your plans?"
"Um, what is it? Do you have something to say?" Wang Yi asked in surprise. He knew that the Kaiyang Sect had rules prohibiting returning home before becoming an Inner Sect Disciple; otherwise, severe punishment would follow.
Niu Meng didn't think much of it and excitedly said, "Brother Chu is going to lead us to the Cloud Mist Mountain Range for some training. What do you think, Big Brother?"
"Tell Brother Chu I appreciate his kindness," Wang Yi replied.
"Huh? Why not?" Niu Meng asked with a puzzled expression.
"I want to make a trip to Deer City. You know my Chiyang Blade can no longer be used, so I want to see if I can buy a good weapon in Deer City," Wang Yi explained, spreading his hands. The Chiyang Blade was a yellow-grade divine weapon but had been severed by Jin Qinghan's sword, so he wanted to purchase a higher-grade weapon.
"Bastard! How could I forget?" Niu Meng cursed and said, "Alright then, I'll tell Brother Chu I'm not going either. We'll go to Deer City together."
"You can't go..." Wang Yi firmly stated.
"Why? We are good brothers, and I have never been to Deer City before," Niu Meng asked in confusion.
"I just want to go buy a suitable weapon, and this experience is quite rare," Wang Yi replied.
He also understood why Chu Yixuan asked Niu Meng to invite him; it was to get him on his side. However, Wang Yi had no intention of getting involved in the struggle between Li Gang and the others. Moreover, the competition in the Inner Sect was definitely more brutal than in the Outer Sect. His purpose for staying in Kaiyang Sect was simple: to cultivate, become stronger, and then uncover his origins.
"Alright then," Niu Meng said, seeing that Wang Yi had made up his mind, so he did not press further.
Deer City!
Deer City was only about ten miles from Kaiyang Sect. It was a small town in Xiangzhou Prefecture with a population of around one hundred thousand. However, it was densely packed with shops, and the streets were bustling with crowds, extremely lively.
Wang Yi wandered through the crowd, his eyes darting around. The dazzling array of goods made him feel overwhelmed and unable to take it all in.
"This Deer City is so lively; how much more bustling must Xiangcheng be?" Wang Yi exclaimed in amazement, murmuring to himself.
Suddenly, a somewhat hurried voice came from behind him.
"Is this young master perhaps visiting Deer City for the first time?"
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