Zhu Ping’an picked up the business card and glanced at it, unable to stop himself from drawing in a sharp breath.
Because on the first line of the card, there was a shocking number clearly written: 36, followed by a large letter “e”!
On such a small card, the proud three measurements were briefly and vividly displayed, leaving Zhu Ping’an dazzled and distracted.
Actually writing this kind of thing on a business card was simply corrupting public morals. Zhu Ping’an decided that sooner or later, on a dark and windy night, he would properly condemn it.
After finishing the card, Zhu Ping’an took out his Martial Artist Identity Token.
The token was polished from chalcedony, with the three characters “Zhu Ping’an” engraved on it. With a Martial Artist Identity Token, he could go to the Martial Artist Association mission hall to accept missions and earn generous rewards.
Beyond the tall city walls, Ferocious Beasts and Demons were everywhere. The dangers were immense, but at the same time, their arrival had also brought humans considerable wealth. Hunting monsters could bring enormous profits.
For example, there was a creature called the Goat Demon. By nature, it was lustful and could mate with various species. As a result, the kidneys of a Goat Demon had extremely strong aphrodisiac effects and were highly favored by many wealthy merchants.
A fresh Goat Demon kidney could easily sell for 100,000 yuan, and a single Goat Demon had six kidneys.
In other words, killing one Goat Demon was equivalent to earning 600,000 yuan.
However, the strength of a Goat Demon was comparable to a peak 1st stage Martial Artist. Moreover, they usually moved in groups of several. This was not something Zhu Ping’an could afford to provoke at the moment.
After all, Goat Demons went for both men and women. Zhu Ping’an did not want to change from * to o.
He first arrived at the Martial Technique Pavilion. The martial techniques stored inside were the crystallization of countless human Martial Artists’ knowledge and could be considered one of the most important places in Qingcheng.
As long as one became a Martial Artist, they could freely browse the martial techniques inside the Martial Technique Pavilion and choose one to take away.
When Zhu Ping’an arrived at the Martial Technique Pavilion, the surrounding noise noticeably lowered. Even when people spoke, they did so in whispers close to each other’s ears, forming a sharp contrast with the lively scene outside.
Two elderly men in security uniforms were dozing at the entrance, one on each side of the main door. They slept so soundly that drool was even dripping from their mouths.
Between the two of them, they had fewer than four teeth combined. However, Zhu Ping’an did not dare to underestimate them. Anyone guarding the Martial Technique Pavilion might very well be some returning Dragon King in disguise. He respectfully performed a student’s salute and spoke loudly, “Seniors, this student Zhu Ping’an has fortunately become a 1st stage Martial Artist and wishes to select a martial technique from the Martial Technique Pavilion.”
After he spoke, neither of the two old men responded. They continued snoring loudly. Seeing this, Zhu Ping’an bowed again and said, “Thank you, Seniors.” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Only then did he step into the Martial Technique Pavilion.
After he passed through the gate, the old man on the left opened his eyes and said in a gloomy tone, “That kid just now was quite polite. His Qi and Blood Value is almost 200, isn’t it?”
The old man on the right nodded and replied, “About that. He probably took quite a few Qi and Blood Pills, and his innate talent is fairly good as well.”
Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed through the murky eyes of the old man on the left. Then he turned over and went back to sleep.
After entering the Martial Technique Pavilion, Zhu Ping’an headed straight to the martial technique shelves. Ancient manuals were neatly arranged in rows for browsing.
“Leg techniques… Fist techniques… Palm techniques… Saber techniques… Sword techniques… Spear techniques…”
There were countless martial techniques on display, dazzling Zhu Ping’an’s eyes. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
The choice of his first martial technique was directly related to his results in the College Entrance Examination. He had to consider it carefully. Quieting his mind, he began browsing through the various techniques.
“Roaming Dragon Sword Technique. When executed, the body moves like a roaming dragon, elusive and traceless. Once the sword strikes, the enemy dies.”
“Lightning Five Consecutive Whips. It is said to be a martial technique passed down by a Martial God. One whip shocks ghosts and gods, two whips shatter mountains and rivers, three whips annihilate living beings, four whips break the firmament, five whips open heaven and earth!”
“Iron Mountain Shoulder Strike. Practice leaning against a wall 36,000 times every day. After training for two and a half years, one can reach the great mastery stage. At great mastery, the shoulder becomes like gold and jade, impervious to blades and spears, unaffected by water and fire. With a single strike, mountains collapse and the earth splits.”
“Carefree Three Swords…”
Just as Zhu Ping’an was carefully selecting a martial technique, a long sword suddenly descended from the sky, piercing straight through the roof of the Martial Technique Pavilion and heading directly toward him.
“Who dares to act recklessly here!” the two old men shouted almost simultaneously.
They attacked together. A Yin-Yang Taiji pattern appeared in their palms, blocking the sword as firmly as an impregnable fortress.
Looking at the two old men hovering in midair, Zhu Ping’an secretly felt relieved. Fortunately, he had not truly regarded these sickly-looking elders as mere security guards. Being able to float in midair was something only at least a 5th stage Martial Artist could achieve.
A 5th stage Martial Artist would be considered a prominent figure in any city.
“Misunderstanding, Teachers, it’s a misunderstanding! This sword ran out by itself again!” A white-haired old man hurried over.
Zhu Ping’an recognized him at a glance. He was the one who had stuffed him with Qi and Blood Pills that day. This man was the Qingcheng City Lord.
“What’s wrong with you, Xiao Lin? You’re already so old. How can you not even control a sword?” one of the security elders scolded, spraying saliva onto Lin Zhao’s face. Yet Lin Zhao forced a smile and did not dare to say a word in protest.
“Elder Yang is right to reprimand me, but I truly have no choice. This sword has already developed a sword spirit and simply refuses to submit to me,” Lin Zhao said with a bitter smile.
“Oh?”
The other elder, who had remained silent until now, seemed intrigued. He reached out and grabbed the sword directly into his hand. After examining it, he lowered his gaze and looked at Zhu Ping’an.
“This sword already has a favored master. Xiao Lin, kill that kid. Otherwise, this sword will never submit to you.”
That single glance made Zhu Ping’an’s heart tighten. For someone who could call the Qingcheng City Lord “Xiao Lin,” what kind of existence must he be? And such a person actually wanted to kill him?
However, Zhu Ping’an quickly calmed down. The existence of the plot was like the will of the Heavenly Dao itself. Not to mention these two elders, he believed that even if a legendary 9th stage Martial Artist appeared, they would not be able to kill him.
“Elder Yin, stop joking. For the sake of a sword, if I were to strangle a human genius, would I still be worthy of sitting in the position of Qingcheng City Lord?” Lin Zhao said with a wry smile.
“No matter. I’ll do it for you!”
Elder Yin moved like a ghost. In almost an instant, he appeared before Zhu Ping’an. Zhu Ping’an could clearly see the wrinkles on Elder Yin’s face, like the skin of an orange. Yet his own expression did not change in the slightest.
Seeing Zhu Ping’an remain calm and composed, Elder Yin let out a soft sound of surprise, seemingly unable to understand why Zhu Ping’an was so steady.
“Kid, aren’t you afraid of death?”