Cultivation Manual Pavilion

Cultivation Manual Pavilion

After breakfast, Ye Yun parted ways with Wang Chen and headed alone toward the Cultivation Manual Pavilion.

Purple Extreme Sect managed its martial arts very strictly. Disciples were not allowed to teach them to one another in private, except for those they had obtained outside the sect. When outer disciples first joined, they could receive two low-grade martial arts manuals. Each time they advanced by one realm, they could receive another. This was also for the disciples' own good: first, to keep them from spreading themselves too thin; second, only after cultivating a martial art for some time could one tell whether it truly suited them.

The Cultivation Manual Pavilion stood at the foot of Purple Extreme Peak. From afar, one could see a three-story pavilion of dark red rising there.

The Cultivation Manual Pavilion was usually quite crowded, but because of the grand competition, it was somewhat deserted today. After stepping through its doors, Ye Yun turned and bowed to an old man lying in a small room to the left of the entrance. "Elder, this disciple has advanced in cultivation, so I have come to receive a martial arts manual."

The old man slightly opened his cloudy eyes and glanced at Ye Yun. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Go in. Remember, you may only choose one martial art." With that, he closed his eyes again.

After bowing once more to the old man, Ye Yun turned and entered the first floor of the Cultivation Manual Pavilion.

Purple Extreme Sect's Cultivation Manual Pavilion had three floors. The first held low-grade martial arts, the second held mid-grade martial arts, and the third held high-grade martial arts. As for whether Purple Extreme Sect possessed any top-grade martial arts, Ye Yun was not too sure.

Outer disciples could only enter the first floor. More than six hundred low-grade martial arts manuals were stored there, the accumulation of Purple Extreme Sect's more than three hundred years since its founding. Trying to pick out a martial art suited to oneself from so many was undoubtedly like fishing for a needle in the sea.

To determine whether a martial art suited someone, there was only one way: cultivate it. If the results were good after some time, it suited them; if the results were terrible, it did not.

If he had to try each manual one by one, and it took an average of half a year to cultivate one martial art, then it would take more than three hundred years in total. Thus, finding a martial art could only depend on one's luck.

Ye Yun walked straight to the bookshelf on the far left, intending to begin his search there. Finding a martial art required intuition—whichever one felt right, he would take.

"Essence Cultivation Technique, unsuitable."

"Black Eagle Claw, also unsuitable."

Ye Yun picked up martial arts manuals one after another and opened them one by one. He did not know why, but every time he picked up a manual and read its opening, a thought would arise in his mind, telling him whether that martial art suited him.

He flipped through more than thirty manuals in succession, yet his intuition told him that none of them were suitable. Ye Yun did not lose heart. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and continued selecting martial arts.

At that moment, Ye Yun picked up another manual and opened it, only to discover that it was the martial art he had already cultivated: "Fierce Tiger Fist." Just as he was about to put it down—

"Fierce Tiger Fist, compatibility three points."

What is going on? Why did the words 'compatibility' suddenly appear in my mind? Ye Yun was deeply puzzled.

He remembered that when he was young, his grandfather had explained some common knowledge of the martial path to him. Every person had different talent, so when cultivating the same martial art, their speed and results would differ as well. There was a degree of compatibility between a martial art and a martial artist. The higher the compatibility, the more one could achieve twice the result with half the effort. Once compatibility reached a certain level, each additional point would greatly raise cultivation efficiency. In the end, it might even rival the cultivation speed of the legendary spirit bodies.

However, if a martial artist wished to find a martial art with high compatibility, he could only rely entirely on luck. Unless it was a martial art he had created himself—in that case, the compatibility could reach one hundred percent.

Could the compatibility that appeared in my mind just now be the compatibility Grandfather spoke of back then? With doubt in his mind, Ye Yun picked up another martial arts manual.

"Clear Wind Sword Technique, compatibility one point."

He picked up several more manuals in succession. Each time he opened one, the compatibility between himself and that martial art would appear in his mind.

Ye Yun forcibly suppressed his wild joy and screamed inwardly, Heavens, is all of this real? I can quickly determine the compatibility between every martial art and myself.

Generally speaking, to determine whether a martial art was compatible with oneself, one could only cultivate it and wait until one had entered its threshold. Those with better talent might take a month, while those with poorer talent might take three months. Even then, they could only make a rough judgment. It was nothing like Ye Yun, who could know so clearly.

Which martial arts suited him and which did not were as plain as day.

That's not right. I never had this ability before, so why did I suddenly gain it now? Could it be... As Ye Yun was startled, a flash of understanding also came to him. Three days ago, the back of his head had been struck during a match, opening an unknown acupoint. That had greatly enhanced his eyesight and hearing. Now it seemed that the improved sight and hearing were merely incidental effects. The true function of that acupoint was to let him see the compatibility between martial arts and himself.

Once he understood the cause and effect of the matter, the doubts in Ye Yun's heart scattered like smoke. In their place rose an excitement he could not suppress.

After all, the acupoints in the human head were extraordinarily complex. Even experts of the martial path did not dare to meddle with them lightly. This time, Ye Yun had truly stepped in dog shit luck.

The ability to examine martial art compatibility was simply heaven-defying. Back then, it had taken Ye Yun a full five months to cultivate Fierce Tiger Fist to minor accomplishment, and his compatibility with it was only three points.

At that thought, Ye Yun could no longer contain his excitement. If he could find a martial art with compatibility of eight or nine points, then combined with his not-too-bad talent, his cultivation would truly soar by leaps and bounds this time.

Once compatibility reached seven points, every additional point would greatly increase cultivation efficiency.

Ye Yun calmed himself and continued searching among the remaining manuals. He refused to believe that among so many martial arts, he could not find one with high compatibility.

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