Chapter 40: Martial Arts Foundation, Tai Xuan Seven Veins!
Entering the Hidden Martial Pavilion, a strong scent of books immediately enveloped Meng Changqing.
There was also a sense of profound history, causing even the most restless heart to calm down involuntarily.
The Hidden Martial Pavilion consisted of three levels.
The first level housed low-level martial techniques and skills, the second level contained human-level, and the third level profound-level ones.
As for earth-level techniques, they wouldn’t be found here. They were the core of each peak and couldn’t be learned with just enough contribution points.
The Hidden Martial Pavilion held martial techniques from seven veins, including some miscellaneous studies.
Meng Changqing felt quite lacking in this regard, especially since he was new here.
Each martial technique was stored in a black box, and only a portion of its content could be browsed.
To see more, one had to find the elder guarding the pavilion and exchange contribution points.
But for Meng Changqing, this was already sufficient.
Besides exchanging for two martial techniques, his main goal here was to understand these martial techniques.
This way, he wouldn’t be clueless when looking at others’ panels in the future, not knowing which vein the techniques belonged to, their level, or their effects.
“‘Gentle Breeze Entwining Sword’? What a strange name.”
“‘Limitless Shocking Heaven Palm,’ the name sounds quite imposing, but it’s only at the low level of the profound level, belonging to the Purple Origin Peak.”
“‘Human Array Technique,’ using the physical body as the base, setting up various formations within the body, accelerating formation, enhancing power formation…”
“‘Furious Wind Blade Technique’…”
“‘Extreme Yang Cloud-Annihilating Finger’…”
The collection in the Hidden Martial Pavilion was not as vast as an ocean, but it was still substantial. Meng Changqing didn’t miss any of it and browsed through them one by one, gradually moving from the first level to the second, and finally to the third.
Time flew by swiftly.
When Meng Changqing finished browsing the last manual, the sun had already set, and dusk had arrived.
The evening breeze carried a refreshing chill.
“As expected of a major power, the martial arts heritage far exceeds imagination. There are also many miscellaneous books on geography, history, puppets, formations, and so on,” Meng Changqing said to himself, feeling enlightened after a day of rich gains.
However, because he could only read a part of each manual, some aspects felt lacking in satisfaction.
But in the future, when encountering fellow disciples, he would be able to recognize their martial techniques at a glance, without guessing.
“That’s it for today, I’ll come back later.”
With “Sword Steps” and “Imperial Fire Sun Incineration Technique” in hand, Meng Changqing headed downstairs.
The exchange price for “Sword Steps” was one thousand, which was quite cheap.
Just as Qin Fang had said before, completing a few simple sect missions would be enough.
As for “Imperial Fire Sun Incineration Technique,” being an high-level Profound technique, it was naturally more expensive, costing as much as twelve thousand.
The contribution points Meng Changqing had on him were just enough to exchange for these two books.
In the third level of the Hidden Martial Pavilion, Meng Changqing saw more high-level profound martial techniques, among which there were some that caught his eye.
However, with the system in place, it was actually the most disadvantageous to spend one’s own resources to learn them.
So after some thought, Meng Changqing decided to give up.
Besides, he already had one in the high-level Profound level – the “Linglong Cold Moon Sword Art” obtained from his aunt!
It could be used as a trump card in the secret realm.
As for the future, he would rely on his future close friends!
“Elder, I want to exchange for these two,” Meng Changqing said as he approached the door, placing the two black boxes on the wooden table.
“You’re quite a studious junior, actually spending a whole day in the Hidden Martial Pavilion,” the elder guarding the pavilion said, sitting up from his rocking chair and stretching lazily.
Few disciples nowadays had such patience to learn more martial techniques, thereby enhancing their martial arts foundation.
He picked up the wine jug next to him, intending to take a sip, only to find it empty.
A hint of regret appeared on his face.
“It seems that the elder is very interested in wine.” Meng Changqing, intentionally or unintentionally, remarked, “Indeed. Although I am not addicted to alcohol, I am almost there. At my age, only this wine can give me a bit of the feeling of the past.”
Then, he glanced at the two black boxes with raised eyebrows. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel⚑fire.net
He could understand “Sword Steps.” After all, the disciple was wearing the robes of the Spirit Peak.
But “The Imperial Fire Sun Incineration Technique”?
That was a technique from the Medicine King Peak, specifically used for controlling fire.
What’s the use for a martial cultivator who primarily practiced swordsmanship?
Moreover, “Imperial Fire Sun Incineration Technique” was a high-level profound technique, and it was not cheap.
However, he wasn’t one to meddle in others’ affairs.
Perhaps over the years, he had seen all sorts of strange things and oddities, and he was too lazy to bother anymore.
So he immediately registered Meng Changqing.
“It will cost a total of 13,000 contribution points, with a half-year borrowing period. Remember to return it on time.”
At the same time, he opened the black boxes.
“Alright,” Meng Changqing handed over all his contribution iron tokens, then turned and descended the mountain with the two manuals.
“Interesting disciple, is he planning to dabble in alchemy as well?” The elder guarding the pavilion had no doubts.
After all, most of those who entered the inner gate were geniuses, and for geniuses, nothing was impossible.
“But, am I mistaken?” The elder guarding the pavilion frowned slightly.
He seemed to detect a sense of ‘aura’ from this disciple.
“Never mind, I can’t sense anything now,” the elder shook his head, covering his face with the book again, “Let’s go back to sleep.”
Returning to his residence, Meng Changqing tossed the two manuals into the drawer and locked it securely. He definitely wouldn’t touch them within half a year.
“Next, continue cultivation.”
There wasn’t much time left before the secret realm opened.
He had to make good use of his time to advance his cultivation.
Although he had slain Bei Qianke and verified his strength, he had only interacted with a few people in the inner gate so far.
This place was where heroes gathered.
He couldn’t afford to be careless.
The Shi brothers in the task hall were a prime example.
“The Seven Veins of the Tai Xuan Sect.”
Taking a deep breath, Meng Changqing sat cross-legged and took out a Spirit Fusion Pill, tossing it into his mouth.