Several days later, at the Wei residence.
Wei Yi sat alone in a pavilion.
Two days had passed since he emerged from the clan's ancestral grounds. News that he had awakened a Silver Bloodline had spread throughout the entire clan, and many factions within Jinling City had also received word.
It was not that the Wei Clan did not want to conceal it, but the phenomenon in heaven and earth had been far too obvious. The news simply could not be suppressed, so Wei Yi's father, Wei Tianyang, personally made the decision: there was no need to hide it; they would announce it openly.
For a time, Wei Yi's name enjoyed unrivaled prominence throughout the Wei Clan and even all of Jinling City.
Shedding his former reputation as trash, Wei Yi had become the most talked-about genius powerhouse of the younger generation.
Having awakened a silver-grade bloodline, his eventual advancement to Great Martial Master was beyond question, and a breakthrough to the Martial Spirit realm was within sight. He even had hope of reaching the still higher realm of Martial King. With such talent and potential, he naturally deserved to be called a genius powerhouse.
The spread of this news brought both benefits and drawbacks for Wei Yi.
The drawback was that those who held grudges against him, as well as hostile factions, would pay even closer attention to him. Given an opportunity, they would certainly strike without hesitation. In other words, he would face greater danger.
The benefits were equally obvious. For example, those within the clan who refused to accept him and felt he was unworthy of being the Wei Clan Young Master fell completely silent as soon as the news spread. Even Wei Wu and Wei Hong publicly declared that they no longer hoped to lay their hands on the young master's position.
Only Wei Yuan, that one-track-minded fellow, had not abandoned his challenge. Instead, he became even more eager. After three days of secluded cultivation in the clan's ancestral grounds, he already had almost half a foot in the Great Martial Master realm. As he told Wei Yi, once he broke through to Great Martial Master, he would come to settle the score and wash away his humiliation.
In truth, Wei Yi paid little attention to any of these benefits or drawbacks.
He thought little of the benefits because his heart was not in the Wei Clan at all, and he had no intention of succeeding as its clan head.
As for the drawbacks, he took them even less to heart. Whoever dared come after him would give him the perfect excuse to retaliate and reap a batch of experience. He would lose nothing at all.
Having completed the [Wei Clan Young Master] quest, along with the experience from three days of secluded cultivation, Wei Yi had advanced another step. He was now an Eighth-Stage Martial Master.
He had, however, left the reward of 10,000 skill experience and a profound-grade martial technique untouched.
Profound-grade martial techniques were extremely precious. If cultivated to major accomplishment, they could even turn the tide of battle.
Wei Yi also attached great importance to this.
However, he could not freely choose the profound-grade martial technique awarded to him. Instead, the game system provided five options, from which he would draw one. It still came down to luck.
Low-tier profound-grade martial technique, Primordial Palm.
Low-tier profound-grade martial technique, Tiger-Subduing Fist.
Mid-tier profound-grade martial technique, Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords.
Mid-tier profound-grade martial technique, Poison Dragon Whip Technique.
High-tier profound-grade martial technique, Air-Splitting Palm.
All five were profound-grade martial techniques. Aside from the Poison Dragon Whip Technique, which held little appeal, Wei Yi was interested in all of them.
Still, the ones that interested him most were the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords and the Air-Splitting Palm.
Although the Storm Sword Technique was good, it was ultimately only a mortal-grade martial technique with limited potential. More precisely, its potential had already been developed to its limit. It was barely serviceable at the Martial Apprentice and Martial Master levels, but as Wei Yi grew stronger and faced stronger opponents, the Storm Sword Technique was gradually falling short.
The Air-Splitting Palm was even more appealing. A high-tier profound-grade martial technique, it was the highest-grade martial technique Wei Yi had seen since coming to this world. It could replace the Azure Ape Fist Art perfectly and suited him very well.
"Too bad I still have to draw for it."
"Hopefully my luck won't be too awful this time."
A wheel appeared before his eyes. Wei Yi gritted his teeth and spun it, and the pointer immediately began whirling.
Only after several revolutions did it slowly begin to stop. The Poison Dragon Whip Technique-Wei Yi's eyes widened.
Fortunately, that was not it. The pointer barely passed beyond the Poison Dragon Whip Technique's section and entered the next one. It was the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords!
Wei Yi finally let out a breath of relief.
"Although I didn't draw the best one, the Air-Splitting Palm, getting the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords isn't bad either."
The Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords was a mid-tier profound-grade martial technique. Its moves were simple, yet ruthless and cunning. There were thirteen moves in total, each representing a different variation. It was a true sword technique for killing.
Reading the introduction to the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords, Wei Yi nodded slightly.
He clicked to learn it immediately.
"Ding, player Wei Yi has learned the mid-tier profound-grade martial technique Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords. Current level: LV1."
The system panel also displayed: Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords (LV1/LV20).
Unlike mortal-grade martial techniques, profound-grade martial techniques had a higher level cap. It was no longer LV10, but LV20.
Wei Yi put all 10,000 martial technique experience awarded by the quest into it, and it soon became: Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords (LV4/LV20).
The 10,000 experience points had only raised the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords by four levels, leaving Wei Yi somewhat helpless. The higher a martial technique's grade, the harder it was to level up. There was nothing he could do about that.
At the same time, however, its power had also become more astonishing.
Numerous memories concerning the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords flooded his mind, as though he had practiced this sword technique for years and knew it inside out.
Without further hesitation, Wei Yi took out the Qinggang Sword and began wielding it.
For a time, dense Sword Qi surged through the pavilion, bringing an intensely chilling sense of oppression.
"Oh?"
Wei Tianyang approached from a distance. Seeing the sword technique Wei Yi was performing, he naturally recognized its extraordinary qualities at a glance.
Unable to restrain his curiosity, he instantly flew over and thrust out a finger, sending a streak of force tearing through the air toward Wei Yi's chest.
Immersed in the Thirteen Life-Seizing Swords, Wei Yi sensed danger approaching. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, and he immediately flicked his wrist. The Qinggang Sword in his hand moved with it, piercing straight through that streak of force. Then, without losing momentum, it became a streak of light and stabbed swiftly toward Wei Tianyang.
Because he was immersed in the technique, he held nothing back with this thrust. Even Wei Tianyang's expression shifted slightly. After all, he could not hurt his precious son, so he could only withdraw and retreat swiftly.
At the same time, he thrust both palms out, releasing a surge of force that not only stopped Wei Yi but also brought him back to his senses.
"Father, why is it you?"
Wei Yi came to his senses.
"Hehe, who else would it be..."
Wei Tianyang did not blame Wei Yi. Instead, his heart filled with gratification. Wei Yi had not become complacent or arrogant because of his newfound fame, and continued to practice his swordsmanship diligently. That was precisely the attitude he admired.
"Where did you learn this sword technique? It seems quite powerful."
"I obtained it through a chance encounter. As for where I got it, I can't tell you, Father," Wei Yi said with a smile.
"You brat, keeping secrets even from me. Are you afraid your father will snatch it from you?"
Hearing this, Wei Tianyang could not help scolding him with a laugh.
"Father, did you come to see me about something?" Wei Yi asked.
"Yes, here's the thing," Wei Tianyang explained. "I just came from your mother's place. She asked me to tell you to go see her."
"Mother wants to see me? What is it about?"
Wei Yi was taken aback.
"You'll know when you get there." Wei Tianyang pondered for a moment before saying, "But if you aren't interested in what your mother brings up, there's no need to let it distract you. If she asks, just tell her I said so."
Having finished speaking, Wei Tianyang left with his hands behind his back, paying no heed to Wei Yi, who was still confused.