The Unspoken Rules of Martial Arts Heavenly Capital: No Money, No Martial Arts

Martial Arts Heavenly Capital, Prosperity Martial Tower, the plaza outside the tower

Splash!

Water from the plaza fountain splashed onto the bluestone pavement, wetting the tips of Chen Kong's shoes.

He stared at the Prosperity Martial Tower before him, his eyes nearly bulging out.

"Liu Ma, are you sure anyone can pass this Martial Arts Emblem challenge in this martial arts tower?"

The vermilion gates studded with brass nails, the stone lions on either side holding glowing crystal balls in their mouths, and the welcoming attendants by the entrance dressed in gold-trimmed suits, carrying silver trays laden with chilled fruit juice.

Looking at the resplendent martial arts tower before him, Chen Kong suspected he had come to the wrong place.

What martial arts tower was this? It was clearly a nightclub glowing with gold!

After all, the martial arts towers in his mind should have been like the Rock Shattering Tower.

Cracked bluestone slabs, rusted swords hanging from old weapon racks, the scent of stone dust drifting through the air.

Not like this, where even the wind carried the scent of champagne and money.

Liu Ma smiled, patting him on the shoulder as he said confidently, "Look at you, acting like you've never seen the world. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Poor in literature, rich in martial arts'?"

"Did you think practicing martial arts only required throwing punches? Don't be naive. Body Tempering Fluid, Star Energy Stimulants—every last one of them costs money!"

"Wealth is also part of martial potential."

"Huh?!"

Chen Kong looked at Liu Ma in astonishment, as if he had never imagined that something as pure as "martial arts" could contain such an impure "view of money."

Could martial arts reeking so strongly of copper coins truly still count as martial arts?

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