Layered Waves Fist, Compatibility Score of Eleven

Layered Waves Fist, Compatibility Score of Eleven

"Compatibility score, four."

"Compatibility score, five."

"Compatibility score, four."

After continuing through dozens more martial arts manuals, Ye Yun found only three with compatibility scores above three. The rest hovered around one or two, and one manual did not even have a score. Ye Yun deemed all of them unsuitable for cultivation.

"Hm? Six Harmonies Fist, six points." After searching the Cultivation Manual Pavilion for over an hour and leafing through more than a hundred martial arts manuals, he finally found one with a compatibility score of six.

Ye Yun memorized the manual's location, then continued searching through the rest. There were still nearly five hundred manuals left to inspect. Perhaps he might find one with an even higher compatibility score. Even if he did not, he could always come back for this one later.

Another hour passed. It was nearly noon, but Ye Yun could not even spare the time for lunch. He continued flipping through manuals in the Cultivation Manual Pavilion, no different from searching for buried treasure.

Time slipped away second by second. Evening was approaching, and the final day of the outer sect disciples' grand competition had officially come to an end.

Some rejoiced, while others grieved. Those with high rankings rose to fame, winning praise and honor. Those ranked poorly could only silently wipe away the tears at the corners of their eyes, placing their hopes on achieving a better result next year.

Meanwhile, after spending another three hours and examining more than four hundred manuals, Ye Yun found two more with compatibility scores of six and one with a score of seven.

A compatibility score of seven already satisfied Ye Yun greatly. He glanced out the window and saw that it was already evening, but he was in no hurry to leave. There were still two hours before the Cultivation Manual Pavilion closed, just enough time to finish looking through the remaining dozens of manuals.

With a martial art of seven-point compatibility as a foundation, Ye Yun felt very relaxed as he browsed the remaining manuals. He no longer held much hope for them. He was already content with what he had found.

Who would have thought that, just after finishing several more manuals, Ye Yun casually picked up the next one, a martial art called Yin Baleful Fist, and received a pleasant surprise.

"Yin Baleful Fist, compatibility score, ten."

Ye Yun was a little dazed. He had gone straight from a seven-point martial art, skipping over eight and nine, to find one with a compatibility score of ten. The surprise was almost intoxicating.

What did a compatibility score of ten mean? It could be said that this was a martial art tailored specifically for Ye Yun. Under normal circumstances, a score of ten was nearly impossible. Usually, only self-created martial arts could achieve perfect compatibility. Yet those were martial arts created by experts who had cultivated the martial path for many years and possessed profound insight into it. Ye Yun, meanwhile, was merely a green youngster who had just stepped onto the path of martial arts.

Ye Yun's excitement became impossible to suppress. His heartbeat accelerated, and even his blood seemed to boil.

With this martial art boasting a compatibility score of ten, Ye Yun, who had originally needed at least a year to break through to High-Stage Body Tempering, now needed only six months. Moreover, he was confident that while raising his cultivation, he could also cultivate the martial art to perfection.

This trip to the Cultivation Manual Pavilion had truly not been in vain. It could even be said that he had returned laden with rewards.

Ye Yun could no longer contain his excitement. He had only one thought now: return and cultivate the Yin Baleful Fist.

But after thinking it over, he decided against it. Haste made waste; one could not eat hot tofu in a hurry. There were not many manuals left anyway, so it would not be too late to finish them before going back.

Half an hour later, Ye Yun finally finished examining the remaining manuals. As expected, they were all martial arts with compatibility scores of one or two.

Ye Yun stretched his stiff limbs. After flipping through martial arts manuals all day and sitting for an entire day, his whole body ached. After returning every manual to its original place, he was about to head back.

"Hm? Why is there still one here?"

Ye Yun discovered a martial arts manual that had fallen to the floor, wedged between two bookshelves. He casually picked it up and flipped through it twice. Just as he was about to put it back on the shelf, a piece of information surfaced in his mind, leaving Ye Yun frozen.

"Layered Waves Fist, compatibility score, eleven."

After standing there blankly for a while, Ye Yun came back to his senses. At that moment, he had only one thought in his heart: My ability is broken!

A compatibility score of eleven? How was that possible? Ten was already perfect compatibility. How could there be an eleven that surpassed perfection?

Filled with doubt, Ye Yun carefully and meticulously read through the martial art called Layered Waves Fist once more. The result was still a compatibility score of eleven. He then picked up several martial arts manuals he had already inspected and checked them again. The results were the same as before. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with his ability.

"Could there really be a martial art with a compatibility score of eleven?" At that thought, Ye Yun's hands holding the manual began to tremble uncontrollably.

A compatibility score of ten was already terrifying enough. Would a score of eleven not defy the heavens?

If a martial art with a compatibility score of ten increased cultivation efficiency by half, then this martial art with a score of eleven should be even more effective. Ye Yun guessed that, if this was real, he might break through to High-Stage Body Tempering in just three months.

After pondering for a while, Ye Yun decided to take a gamble. If all this was true, then his future path in martial arts would stretch much farther.

Having made up his mind, Ye Yun no longer hesitated. Carrying the booklet containing the Layered Waves Fist, he walked toward the elder.

"Elder, this disciple has chosen a martial art. Please inspect it." Ye Yun placed the booklet on the table before the elder and spoke.

"You brat sure took your time. They're all low-grade martial arts anyway, so what were you picking for so long? What a waste of time. Remember, return the copy of the martial art within three months. You are not allowed to lend it out. If you are discovered, bear the consequences yourself." The elder looked at Ye Yun with displeasure.

"This disciple understands." Ye Yun did not think much of it. After bowing to the elder, he took the martial art manual and left.

Ye Yun first went to the dining hall. After hurriedly wolfing down several bowls of rice, he could not wait to rush toward the back mountain of Sunrise Peak.

(End of chapter)