Jiang Ping, finding no one paying attention, found an empty table, sat down, and savored the local delicacies and wines.
However, not long after, Chen Qingyan sat down.
Unlike Jiang Ping, this woman was highly talented and came from a family that almost surpassed everyone else's. Too many people wanted to befriend her, which annoyed her, so she left the bustling center and went to a secluded spot.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Chen An is here!"
The crowd erupted in an uproar, utterly excited.
This gathering was specifically for getting to know Chen An and another person who ranked in the top ten of the Martial Examination Ranking; these two were the true protagonists of the banquet.
Jiang Ping looked over and saw several people entering through the door.
The leader was extremely tall and imposing, definitely over two meters tall.
The man was dressed in fine silks and satins, walked with a powerful gait, and possessed an extraordinary air, causing Jiang Ping to raise an eyebrow. "Chen An is very tall."
"The one in black next to him is Chen An; that's Jin Ze."
"..." Jiang Ping.
He glanced at the girl beside him, then looked at the person who had just arrived.
This was also the first time I had met Chen An.
The other person was not as tall as him, not as handsome, had eyes as bright, and possessed a less refined demeanor.
That's not a good idea.
Well, in fact, Chen An was quite outstanding, standing with his hands behind his back, exuding confidence.
Besides the two, there were several other experts traveling with them, one of whom was Jin Ze's younger brother, ranked eleventh on the Martial Examination Ranking. Many people sighed that two outstanding individuals from the same family were truly worthy of their noble lineage.
Then, as soon as these people took their seats at the head of the table, Zhao Ming Fang Yong couldn't wait to get to know them.
"I am Fang Yong."
My name is Zhao Ming.
Not only these two, but the other geniuses had also squeezed to the front row, completely surrounding Chen An and Jin Ze.
Chen An laughed and said, "Brother Jin and I are both quite hospitable and enjoy making friends with heroes from all over the world. You don't need to rush, come one by one."
Subsequently, as if on a pilgrimage, one after another, gifted young people came to "pay homage" to the two.
After all, this is Martial Examination Ranking ten martial arts expert, and everyone wants to get to know him and expand their high-level network!
Jiang Ping had no past; this pilgrimage-like way of befriending someone didn't suit him.
Moreover, Chen Qingyan seemed unmoved.
Jiang Ping could understand; this person came from a good family and was not lacking in resources, so there was no need for him to "pay homage" to others.
"Jin Ze, may I ask how I can exchange that Innate Blood Technique with you, and what are the requirements?"
In the distance, a boy mustered his courage and asked Jin Ze a question.
Such Blood Art are generally controlled by aristocratic families, and it is quite difficult for people in small places to obtain them, as there are few channels available.
And Jin Ze is the most likely candidate at present.
The boy is very forward-thinking; he is preparing for the future.
Jin Ze smiled upon hearing this and said, "I cherish talent. If your talent is high enough, I can give it to you for free."
"What level of talent is considered high?" The crowd asked, somewhat excitedly.
"Super First-rate."
"..." Everyone.
"Jin Ze, aren't you making things difficult for us?" the person who asked said with a wry smile.
Let alone the Super First-rate geniuses, these First-rate Genius already encompass 90% of the geniuses aged sixteen to twenty-six or twenty-seven in the entire Changping Prefecture, excluding the prefectural Prefecture City.
Even so, the number was only forty or fifty.
As for those with Super First-rate talent, they are prodigies who are rare, appearing only once in a hundred or even a thousand First-rate Genius.
Such a person would normally go to the Da Li National Academy, so how could he appear in this small manor?
"How about this?"
Jin Ze pondered for a moment and said, "I have a very simple Blade Art here, with only one-tenth of its Saber Qi. If any of you can comprehend the Blade Light from it in a short time, I can give you a Blood Art worth five thousand taels of silver, called Blood Buddha's Hand."
Upon hearing this, not only the young people, but even many "older brothers" were somewhat tempted.
Jin Ze admitted that this was an opportunity for young people. "Older people" who wanted to participate needed to comprehend Saber Qi and obtain Blood Art, which made many "older people" back down, saying that it was difficult to do.
"How long?" a boy asked expectantly.
"Half an hour, I guess," Jin Ze added. "I'll be leaving in half an hour; I have other things to do."
After a short while, Jin Ze verbally explained the secrets of Blade Art to everyone, and the young men and women, including some elderly people, began to practice diligently.
Fang Yong also excitedly participated; he was still relatively young, belonging to the junior group.
"It's too difficult. Half an hour is too short. I can't do it."
The girl who wanted to expand Jiang Ping's network of connections came to Jiang Ping's side, dejected, and said she wanted to give up.
She practiced for a while, but it wasn't smooth enough, let alone grasping the Blade Light.
"Not difficult." Chen Qingyan said, two Saber Qi emanating from her fingertips. Then she stood up, already intending to leave.
"It's not difficult." Three Saber Qi also emerged from Jiang Ping's fingertips, though he had already concealed the other seven.
He also got up and followed Qing Yan to the door.
As for the Blood Buddha's Hand, it was one of the offensive Blood Art that the Chief had given him that day.
Moreover, the purpose of this trip has been achieved; having met Chen An, they will not mistake him for someone else in the future.
"Saber Qi!"
The girl seemed to be a beat slow to react, only letting out a scream at this moment.
Keep in mind, only a quarter of an hour has passed.
"What's wrong?" someone asked, looking over.
"Someone has mastered Saber Qi!" the girl exclaimed in surprise.
"So fast? I haven't even mastered it yet." Song Yuanshan had also tried, but unfortunately, he hadn't succeeded.
Chen An tucked his right hand back into his sleeve and looked into the distance. "Who has mastered Saber Qi?"
"I saw them, it was Chen Qingyan and Jiang Ping," a young man said.
"Jiang Ping?" Chen An raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Where are they?" Jin Ze asked, only to be told that they had already left.
"And she comprehended more than one," the girl added, leaving everyone somewhat taken aback.
It should be noted that none of these "old men" who tried have yet mastered the Saber Qi.
Chen Qingyan comprehended two principles.
"Very quick to grasp the concepts," Chen An commented, then asked Jiang Ping how many moves he had mastered.
"Three."
Chen An was instantly moved.
"Your comprehension is quite good, far surpassing Brother Chen's," Jin Ze said with a smile, looking at his astonished friend.
Two weeks later.
Sulfuric acid!
In Jiang Ping Courtyard, a somewhat heroic woman wielded a long sword, and dozens of Saber Qi roared.
Before long, she stopped her exquisite pose, a look of satisfaction on her pretty face.
"As expected of a man whose comprehension is far superior to Chen An's, I have improved twice in the past half month."
Wei Rou smiled sweetly as she looked at the young man in front of her.
Jiang Ping took a deep breath of the beauty's fragrance and said, "I have an even greater talent for another skill; would you like to give it a try?"
"What skill?" Wei Rou asked instinctively.
After a moment, she realized what was happening and her ears turned bright red. She lightly kicked Jiang Ping and said reproachfully, "The more I know you, the less reserved you seem."
Then, the two began to share their experiences and insights from practicing swordsmanship.
A short while later, Wei Rou looked at the other person with a complicated expression:
You have a really high level of comprehension!
She was inspired by Jiang Ping's insights and was able to continue making rapid progress.
Then, Wei Rou felt a pang of regret.
Such a genius, yet burdened by time, cannot see a brighter future.
"Oh, right."
Wei Rou remembered something and said, "Chen An is holding a birthday banquet this time, and he wants you to go."