Chapter Fifteen: Refining Blood and Stepping on Clouds

  Yu Wei let out a sigh in her heart and once again realized that the things she had relied on and been proud of in the past were indeed insufficient here.

  He believed that his innate talent in martial arts was unmatched, whether in the past or present. However, there were also many extraordinary skills and techniques in this world. Someone like Lin Zhuo, who could take the martial arts left behind by others to the extreme, was even more terrifying to a certain extent.

  In addition, in this world, there are probably not a few people with more talent than Lin Zhuo. The Yue family is the master of this 500-mile radius, but in this vast area of over 1 million miles north and south, and 240,000 miles east and west, known as the Northern Wilderness, it can only be considered a small and insignificant tribe. And to their south, there are said to be the Central Plains' thirty-three states, the Southern Wilderness, the Western Regions, and many other areas of thousands or even tens of millions of miles. The Northern Wilderness where he is located is just a small part of this so-called Eastern Victory Continent.

  Even in this small area, he can barely be considered a genius. But once his vision is broadened to the whole world and truly compared, Lin Zhuo or even those with mediocre talent cannot compare.

  At this thought, Yue Yu felt the pressure on him suddenly increased several times. If he didn't want to be that captured and killed wind hawk, then whether it was knife skills or sword skills, they must be improved at a faster speed.

  At this time, the farce below was nearing its end. Since Lin Zhuo used the sword style of Chong Xiao Bi Xie Sword, everyone knew that Yue Lin's defeat was only a matter of time. Sure enough, after just two more swords, the cold boy's sword tip had already reached Yue Lin's throat.

  Lin Zhuo turned around again, sweeping his gaze over the crowd that had previously been coldly ridiculing him. For a moment, except for Yue Feng, everyone else was silent as cicadas in winter. Being able to cultivate the Chong Xiao Bi Xie sword technique, which is such a high-level martial skill, means that regardless of whether Lin Zhuo's future achievements progress or not, he already has at least the qualifications of a second-grade martial artist.

  Yuè Yǔ saw the situation and shook his head, pulling Rǎn Lì to turn around and leave. From then on, he had no interest in staying to continue watching, even more unwilling to have any dealings with these people when his foundation was not yet stable.

  However, things didn't go as planned. Although Yue Yu's true energy recovered extremely quickly, limited by his age and internal breath level, the speed was really not worthy of praise. Just as they were approaching the city gate, they were caught up by the group of young men behind them. The one in front, Lin Zhuo, although he practiced martial arts with them in the same training hall, didn't exchange a single word with them and ignored the two, passing directly through their side. However, when he brushed past them, the dust kicked up from his footsteps covered the two of them head to toe, provoking Ran Li into furious anger, who was just about to lash out, but was held back by Yue Yu's grip on his arm.

  Actually, at this moment, Yue Yu's heart also had some anger. It was just that she felt it wasn't worth arguing with someone who wouldn't live past twenty-five, and secondly, looking at Lin Zhuo's appearance, he didn't seem to be doing it on purpose.

  Right behind them was the group of clan juniors led by Yue Lin and Yue Feng. Those dozen or so young men, when they saw Ruan Li, were fine, but when their eyes swept over Yue Yu, they all showed the same disdain and contempt as everyone else.

  Just as Yue Yu thought that these people would ignore them like Lin Zhuo, Yue Feng suddenly turned around with a smile and greeted them as he brushed past.

  "Isn't this Young Master Yu? It's been a long time since we last met, have your injuries healed?"

  Yue Lin, who was walking in front, also stopped in his tracks. Yue Yu had no choice but to stop and turn his head sideways.

  "My younger brother's body is still quite good recently, no need for Brother Feng to worry." After finishing speaking, Yue Yu slightly bowed to Yue Lin: "Greetings, Nineteenth Brother!"

  He is the nineteenth in the direct line of descent, and according to the rules, Yue Yu must call him brother. It was possible to ignore him by pretending not to see him before, but now that Yue Feng has already greeted him, he can no longer be ignored.

  Yue Lin and Yue Yu didn't have any grudges, they were just a bit dissatisfied with Yue Yu's lack of progress, feeling that it was a loss for the eldest branch. Adding to their current bad mood, they only hummed in response and didn't bother to argue further. However, at this moment, Yue Feng smiled again and spoke up once more.

  "Right! Just now when Lin Ge and Lin Zhuo were competing with swords, you guys were there too, weren't you?"

  Yue Yu's eyebrows rose, and he looked at Yue Lin again. As expected, his elder cousin's face had already changed color. At this moment, even if Yue Yu only used the soles of his feet to think, he could roughly guess Yue Lin's mood.

  It's not just that he lost the sword fight, but what's worse is that although Yue Lin also has the cultivation of an 8th-level warrior, in front of Lin Zhuo, he only managed to exchange three moves from start to finish. At this age, Yue Lin should be at the height of his pride and arrogance, and such an embarrassing thing will likely be a memory that he won't dare to recall for a long time. And as for those two who witnessed this scene, they will probably become a thorn in his heart.

  Yue Yu shook his head and lost his smile, but in his heart, he didn't have much regret. His gaze turned to Yue Feng, who was smiling ambiguously, thinking that this guy was quite not simple. However, it can now be confirmed that the Jin family father and son did not have good intentions towards him.

  Next was a bunch of boring brothers saying hello, that's how troublesome it is to have a big family with a bunch of older and younger brothers. Fortunately, among the true elders of the family, there was only one, Yue Lin; otherwise, Yue Yu would be worried to death. Later, Yue Lin chatted with Ruan Li for a few more sentences, he looked down on his own brother but attached great importance to Ruan Li.

  Until Yue Yu saw off the group of young men before they entered the city, it was a moment later, the moment when the last ray of light on the horizon disappeared. And following these people who had just entered the city, Yue Yu turned around and looked in the direction of the Yue family's hidden book pavilion.

  "Xiao Li Ge, do you know what kind of conditions are required to see those advanced martial arts secret manuals in our clan?"

  Witnessing Lin Zhuo's Chong Xiao Bi Xie Sword, Yue Yu was indeed delighted. However, his purpose was not to learn these martial skills, but only to study and draw inspiration from them. His left-handed knife, as well as his right-handed body structure that differed from ordinary people, made it unlikely that he would find a suitable martial skill even if he searched the entire Yue Family City. Therefore, what Yue Yu truly cared about was the underlying principles and intentions behind these martial skills. With these, his future path would undoubtedly become much smoother.

  However, the books in the library are open to anyone for viewing. Only the third and top floors of the library, which house the foundation-level martial arts secret manuals, are off-limits. Only when the clan's younger generation reaches the age where they can be taught techniques do they have the opportunity to ascend to the third floor, where they can choose two middle-to-low-grade martial arts secret manuals to practice according to their aptitude. This is both a measure to prevent the leakage of family heirloom techniques and to avoid those disciples who are easily distracted from choosing too many options and becoming arrogant.

  It's also because of this rule that Yue Yu has never had the chance to see those high-level secret manuals. To say, he currently only sees one quarter of the Dahyunyuan Gong. The rest, including the general outline, are on the third floor, which is due to the fact that this method is really biased, so it's left a level of martial arts training methods for those below the first floor. The rest, like Rong Li's Huichen Dahzhēn Lì, only go up to the seventh layer of Wushi on the second floor.

  "Little master, what are you asking this for? That high-level secret manual is not allowed to be touched by anyone with a cultivation level below second-grade warrior."

  Ran Li scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, and turned around. "There's another way, which is to enter the Bu Yun Tang and Lian Xue Tang. As long as you get the unanimous permission of those instructors, you can also have the opportunity to learn those advanced martial skills ahead of time. Lin Zhuo's Chong Xiao Bi Xie Sword should be learned at that time——"

  Yue Yu first rolled her eyes, thinking that the rule that only martial artists could touch high-level secret books was of course clear to her, and she wanted other methods. But when she heard what came next, she furrowed her brow.

  Corresponding to Lianxuetang, Bucyuntang is a place where the elite children of the clan learn. It's just that in terms of quality, it's slightly lower than the former. With his conditions, if not for what happened two months ago, with good luck, he might have barely squeezed in. But now, even if he had this opportunity, he didn't have the guts. It seems that he and those high-level secret books are temporarily destined to be out of reach.

  "Ah, young master!" Ruan Li suddenly remembered something. "Speaking of which, Miss has been training with Bu Yun Tang for almost half a year now. In four months' time, she should be returning soon, right?

  Yue Yu couldn't help but rub his temples with his hands, this was another extremely headache-inducing problem.