Wei Yi did not immediately go looking for trouble with Sun Wenzong, because Sun Wenzong was much stronger than his good-for-nothing younger brother. He was also one of the most renowned martial geniuses at True Martial Academy.
Wei Yi, meanwhile, was only a Second-Rank Martial Disciple. Although his LV10 Azure Ape Fist Art could greatly enhance his combat strength, it could not yet let him defy the heavens.
The most important thing for me now is to improve my strength and stay at the academy.
Revenge and all that can wait.
With strength, it's revenge. Without strength, it's just throwing meat buns to a dog. Once I've grown stronger, I'll teach those bastards a lesson one by one!
Wei Yi thought to himself.
Following his memories, he soon arrived at the academy's Martial Technique Pavilion.
The Martial Technique Pavilion was where the academy collected and preserved martial techniques. Any official student of the academy could come here to learn.
Of course, they had to pay to purchase the techniques they wanted to learn.
Wei Yi already had a complete plan for improving his strength, but before that, he needed a powerful martial technique that suited him.
The Azure Ape Fist Art still fell a little short, which was why he had come to the Martial Technique Pavilion.
He entered the pavilion.
Quite a few people were coming and going inside.
All the martial techniques were locked in display cases, but labels describing them were posted outside.
Sweeping Leg, a low-grade mortal-rank martial technique. Focused on legwork and attacking the lower body, it was a highly practical martial technique. Price: 300 taels of silver.
Stone-Splitting Fist, a mid-grade mortal-rank martial technique. Somewhat difficult to cultivate, it possessed considerable power and could split stone when cultivated to greater mastery. Price: 1,000 taels of silver.
Black Wind Palm, a mid-grade mortal-rank martial technique. Its unusual cultivation method required the assistance of Black Baleful Qi. Once mastered, its palm strikes carried Sha Qi and possessed formidable power. Price: 1,500 taels of silver.
Manual after manual of martial techniques lay on display, and Wei Yi quickly swept his gaze over them.
He discovered that the vast majority were low-grade and mid-grade mortal-rank martial techniques.
He frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with techniques of this caliber.
"Well, if it isn't Young Master Wei Yi. What brings you to the Martial Technique Pavilion today? But aren't you unable to cultivate? Don't tell me you're just here for a stroll..."
A grating voice suddenly rang out.
Wei Yi looked up, and a young face with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks appeared before him.
"Who are you?"
Wei Yi asked with a frown.
At Wei Yi's words, the mocking smile on Wang Zitao's face instantly froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently several times.
Nothing in the world was more crushing than going to every possible length to cause trouble for an opponent, only for that opponent not to remember who you were at all...
"I'm Wang Zitao."
Wang Zitao spoke through gritted teeth.
"Oh, I remember now. You're that Little Wang next door who nearly got beaten to death for sneaking around with a widow, right? You're still alive?"
As though he had suddenly remembered, Wei Yi immediately clapped his hands and spoke loudly.
Sneaking around with a widow?
Little Wang next door?
Those two key phrases immediately attracted a large crowd's attention, and quite a few people began pointing at Wang Zitao.
Wang Zitao's face instantly flushed scarlet, then turned a dark purple. Glaring at Wei Yi, he immediately roared, unable to contain himself, "Wei Yi, stop spouting nonsense! When did I ever sneak around with a widow? I'm a proud member of the Jinling Wang Clan, and I'm already betrothed. Why would I do something so immoral?"
"Oh, then perhaps I mistook you for someone else."
Wei Yi shrugged and tossed out the remark lightly.
Then he turned around and continued looking for martial techniques.
He had actually seen long ago that this fellow harbored ill intentions and wanted to pick a fight, so he had deliberately humiliated him.
Trying to play games with me?
You're still too green...
Wei Yi sneered inwardly. He was no longer the honest boy he had once been.
After their exchange, the crowd that had been watching with such interest dispersed. Wang Zitao was finally freed and let out a great sigh of relief. But when he saw Wei Yi, he gritted his teeth and clung to him again like a dog-skin plaster.
"Wei Yi, are you buying a martial technique?"
"I'm a student sales assistant on the first floor of the Martial Technique Pavilion now. We're both from Jinling, after all. Whatever martial technique you want to buy, I can recommend something."
"But as far as I know, your Lineage has already cut off your monthly allowance, hasn't it? Do you still have any silver on you? Can you afford a martial technique? I'm afraid you can't even afford the worst low-grade mortal-rank technique."
Wang Zitao followed close behind Wei Yi, incessantly yammering and mocking him.
Thoroughly annoyed, Wei Yi turned to look at him.
"All right. Since you're being so kind, I won't refuse."
"But these martial techniques of yours are all too poor. Don't you have anything of a higher caliber?"
Wei Yi shook his head, his face full of disdain.
At his words, Wang Zitao's expression immediately darkened.
"If you want good martial techniques, I'll take you to them. I'm just afraid you won't be able to pay!"
As he spoke, Wang Zitao led Wei Yi farther ahead.
Without waiting for Wei Yi to speak, he clapped his hands and called out, "Make way, everyone, make way! The Wei Clan Young Master is here. He wants to buy these finest martial techniques."
"The Wei Clan Young Master? Isn't that Wei Yi? I heard his Severed Meridians mean he can't cultivate. He's a cripple, isn't he?"
"What does a cripple want with martial techniques? Besides, these techniques cost at least several thousand taels of silver. Can he afford them?"
"Looks like we're in for a good show."
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
Wei Yi walked over as though nothing had happened.
A glance told him that these techniques were indeed much better than the ones outside.
But their prices were much higher, too.
They cost at least four or five thousand taels of silver, and some of the finer ones even cost seven or eight thousand.
Although most students at True Martial Academy were either wealthy or noble, those who could produce so much silver in one go were still in the minority.
Wang Zitao was certain that Wei Yi could not produce it either, which was why he had deliberately brought him here to embarrass him. He even asked with a smile, "Young Master Wei, what do you think? Anything to your liking? You're the Wei Clan Young Master. Don't tell me they're too expensive for you..."
"I hear you receive a commission for selling martial techniques?"
Wei Yi suddenly asked.
"Yes. Why?"
Wang Zitao answered blankly.
Wei Yi nodded, then pointed at another student sales assistant beside them, a girl with delicate features. "You, then. I want to buy that Storm Sword Technique."
"You mean that High Mortal Grade martial technique priced at eight thousand taels of silver?"
The female student was stunned by this windfall.
The Storm Sword Technique was a High Mortal Grade martial technique. It was extremely difficult to cultivate, but its power was also astonishing, comparable to a Mortal Grade, Supreme Rank martial technique. Priced at eight thousand taels of silver, it was one of the most expensive techniques here.
"That's right."
As he spoke, Wei Yi withdrew eight thousand taels from the ten thousand taels of silver in his system. He slapped a thick stack of banknotes onto the table, dispelling every doubt outright.
The female student's face filled with delighted surprise.
She immediately came to her senses and hurriedly said, "Please wait a moment. You'll need to sign an agreement. You may only study it yourself and cannot privately teach it to anyone else. Otherwise, the academy will hold you accountable."
"No problem."
Wei Yi smiled.
A short while later, all the formalities were complete, and Wei Yi left with the Storm Sword Technique. Before leaving, he even patted Wang Zitao on the shoulder with a broad smile.
Wang Zitao stood rooted to the spot, his face filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible..."
"Hasn't his Lineage cut off his monthly allowance? How does he still have so much silver..."
But no one paid any attention to his thoughts.
Not long after leaving the Martial Technique Pavilion, Wei Yi found a deserted corner and opened the Storm Sword Technique.
Soon, a system notification sounded.
"Ding! Player Wei Yi has discovered a High Mortal Grade martial technique manual, Storm Sword Technique. Learn it?"
"Yes."
Obviously. I spent eight thousand taels of silver. Of course I'm learning it.
"Ding! Player Wei Yi has learned the High Mortal Grade martial technique Storm Sword Technique. Current level: LV1."
The system notification sounded again.
Wei Yi could not help smiling.
With the game system's help, who else in this world could learn martial techniques faster than him?