Although Wang Teng told himself to keep a low profile, he was still itching to show off.
Wu Longfei had a 5th-Rank Martial Artist for a father and was already addressed as Young Master Wu.
In that case, couldn’t he also be called Young Master Wang?
The thought made Wang Teng grin foolishly again.
On the bus, a little girl saw Wang Teng baring his teeth in a silly grin and immediately shrank into her mother’s arms.
Her mother glanced at Wang Teng and sighed. “See? High school puts students under so much pressure that the poor boy has gone silly.”
Meanwhile, Wang Huai’an arrived at the Martial Artist Alliance with practiced ease. With his Martial Artist badge pinned to his chest, he walked straight through the entrance.
Quite a few people noticed the badge and moved aside one after another to let him pass.
However, Wang Huai’an found the Martial Artist Alliance unusually lively today.
Many Martial Artists were gathered around the large screen in the lobby, seemingly discussing something.
Wang Huai’an glanced over. The large screen in the Martial Artist Alliance lobby was also where missions were posted.
People could post missions through the Martial Artist Alliance, and Martial Artists could accept them to earn money. It was essentially a form of employment.
For example, some missions involved leaving Jinghai City to hunt Demonic Beasts, while others involved handling miscellaneous matters. Many Martial Artists came here specifically to accept such missions.
Wang Huai’an had learned about this yesterday. After all, he also needed to earn money to buy cultivation resources for Wang Teng.
However, there had not been nearly this many people yesterday.
Had something happened today?
Wang Huai’an walked closer to take a look and quickly understood.
There really was a special mission.
Wanted Mission: Fu Daqiang, male, 45 years old, Mid-Stage 4th-Rank Martial Artist. Murdered 7 people outside Jinghai City…
Mission Reward: 100 Contribution Points.
Requirement: Mid-Rank Martial Artist or above!
A Low-Rank Martial Artist nearby sighed. “100 Contribution Points is equivalent to 1 million yuan. You could exchange that for a lot of resources!”
Another person replied, “Yeah, the reward is great, but the guy is too strong. Besides, you can’t even accept the mission unless you’re a Mid-Rank Martial Artist!”
“I heard he killed people to steal their treasures. Apparently, he got his hands on something valuable, which is why the reward is so high.”
Someone else laughed. “If anyone kills him, they can just keep the treasure for themselves. At that point, who would still care about those 100 Contribution Points?”
Listening to their discussion, Wang Huai’an nodded in agreement.
However, he had never cultivated any combat techniques, nor did he have any intention of searching throughout Jinghai City for this man.
Improving his own strength and raising his son’s cultivation were more important than anything else!
There was another problem as well.
Fu Daqiang was a Mid-Stage 4th-Rank Martial Artist. Although Wang Huai’an’s cultivation surpassed his by a considerable margin, Wang Huai’an had no combat experience and had never practiced a combat technique.
If he recklessly fought Fu Daqiang, then even if he ultimately won, he might still have to pay a price.
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Only by being as cautious as an old dog could he survive long enough to go further.
With that thought, Wang Huai’an turned around and left without the slightest hesitation.
Inside a room to the side, Song Ningfeng calmly withdrew his gaze.
Naturally, he had noticed Wang Huai’an’s arrival.
He had originally thought Wang Huai’an might accept the mission, but unexpectedly, the man had barely given it a second glance.
For a 5th-Rank Martial Artist, accepting such a mission should ordinarily pose little difficulty.
Yet Wang Huai’an still seemed completely uninterested in the money.
This man really was rather strange.
Still, Song Ningfeng did not dwell on it.
Plenty of people had already accepted the mission. It made no difference whether Wang Huai’an joined them, and the mission itself was not particularly important to Song Ningfeng.
Wang Huai’an headed directly into the electronic reading room and began studying for the day.
He had already decided yesterday that his main focus today would be learning about the pills used by ordinary people before they became Martial Artists, as well as the various cultivation plans available to them.
There were still plenty of people online sharing cultivation plans for final-year high school students.
As for cultivation resources, the only real difference was how much money one was willing to spend.
Everything ultimately came down to budget.
Wang Huai’an browsed through the information.
For ordinary people at the stage of progressing toward becoming Quasi-Martial Artists, the main objective was to temper and strengthen their Qi and Blood, thereby laying a solid foundation for their future path of martial arts.
The most important thing at this stage was naturally building a proper foundation.
Ordinary people primarily cultivated their Qi and Blood through the Basic Breathing Technique and stance training. The 2 had to be practiced together rather than separately.
Combining the Basic Breathing Technique with stance training allowed cultivation to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Beyond that, cultivation resources also had to be consumed.
The most ordinary resource was naturally Qi and Blood Powder.
Qi and Blood Powder was not even a true Qi and Blood Pill.
Qi and Blood Pills were intended for official Martial Artists. Yet even Qi and Blood Powder cost 2,000 yuan per portion.
Children from wealthy families would generally begin consuming a portion of Qi and Blood Powder every 2 to 3 days once they entered their final year of high school.
That meant consuming at least 10 or more portions every month, costing tens of thousands of yuan.
Wang Huai’an secretly clicked his tongue.
As expected, this was not something an ordinary family could afford.
Even if he sold their home, the money would not have been enough to provide Wang Teng with Qi and Blood Powder for long.
Therefore, he still needed to find a way to make money.
Besides Qi and Blood Powder, there were many other pills.
For example, there was the Clear Mind Pill. Its main purpose was to help Martial Artists maintain their concentration and quickly enter a cultivation state.
There were also medicines used alongside stance training to treat physical injuries. Stance training inevitably placed a certain amount of strain on the body, and excessive practice could cause even greater damage. Therefore, certain medicines also needed to be taken internally to help the body recover.
Wang Huai’an silently memorized everything. He planned to purchase some of them when he left that afternoon.
Afterward, he briefly looked into the Essence Stabilizing Pill.
The Essence Stabilizing Pill was a special pill produced in Jinghai City. Other cities also had their own specially produced pills, though most were not widely distributed outside their respective cities.
In truth, the fundamental effects of these pills were largely the same.
The medicinal effectiveness of Jinghai City’s Essence Stabilizing Pill differed from the special pills of other cities by only a small margin. Therefore, there was little reason to transport and resell such pills between different cities.
When a Martial Artist consumed their first Essence Stabilizing Pill, it could indeed stabilize their foundation and nourish their body.
However, there was a limit to how many could be taken. Consuming too many would eventually produce no further effect.
Therefore, Song Ningfeng giving him exactly 2 Essence Stabilizing Pills yesterday had actually been quite reasonable.
After Wang Teng finished absorbing them, he could simply continue consuming Qi and Blood Powder according to a normal cultivation schedule.
That was how ordinary people cultivated.
However, those with sufficient wealth and ability could obtain certain rare and gentle spirit medicines, Spirit Plants, medicinal flesh and blood from Demonic Beasts, and other precious materials.
Such things could also be prepared as medicine for their children.
However, those resources were relatively expensive and nowhere near as affordable as pills.
Wang Huai’an silently committed this information to memory as well.
After all, he might have a use for it someday.
By the time he finished researching pills, he discovered that only 1 or 2 hours had passed.
For the remaining time, he planned to choose a technique to cultivate.
At the very least, he needed a proper technique to rely on.
He had never tested his martial arts talent before, so he had no idea whether it was good or bad.
It seemed that Wang Teng could only transfer improvements in cultivation to him. Wang Teng could not transfer his comprehension and experience from cultivating techniques.
Therefore, Wang Huai’an would still have to cultivate techniques by himself.
If only comprehension of techniques could also be transferred to him.
Then he could simply have Wang Teng learn any technique he wanted, and Wang Huai’an might instantly attain Perfection in it.
It was worth mentioning that mastery of a technique was divided into 4 stages.
Beginner, Minor Achievement, Major Achievement, and Perfection.
Wang Huai’an briefly browsed through the available techniques.
Cultivation techniques were broadly divided into combat techniques and auxiliary techniques.
Auxiliary techniques included things such as movement techniques, methods for concealing one’s aura, techniques for altering one’s appearance, and other similar abilities.
Combat techniques, meanwhile, involved weapons such as sabers, spears, staffs, and other forms of martial combat.
And just like that, Wang Huai’an found himself facing yet another choice.
He needed to choose a weapon.