Chapter 126: Choosing a New Scripture (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Zhang Cheng rubbed his scruffy chin and organized his thoughts.

He took down a white training spear from the wall covered in swords, spears, daggers, and staves.

"Lin Qi, you've now mastered all three Iron-grade spear techniques—understood their essence thoroughly."

"Practicing them further won't significantly raise your spear realm."

"You need to learn a new spear scripture."

"Scriptures are ranked by refinement, from lowest to highest: Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold."

"The subtlety of techniques and power application in each rank increases progressively."

"For example, a Bronze-grade scripture doesn't just offer more refined moves—it teaches how to harness bodily force, something every martial artist must master."

Lin Qi nodded; indeed, it involved harnessing bodily force.

During yesterday's fight with Lone Wolf, he'd sensed something strange in the opponent's blade technique—a peculiar force accompanied the sickle blade on impact.

It numbed his arm and instantly slowed his speed.

"Shshh~"

The spear tip quivered as Zhang Cheng swung the spear through the air, speaking as he moved:

"At the breakthrough to the Second Realm, your major tendons are refined, and when combined with powerful muscles, force is generated through tendon-muscle coordination."

"This force emerges the instant you exert power."

"The stronger your physical condition, the clearer you can perceive this internal force."

"Once generated, the force disperses like water—uncontrolled and scattered."

"You must learn to control it, which is why fist techniques gain greater importance."

"Fist techniques let you grasp this force, but only Bronze-grade scriptures can teach you to channel it through weapons."

"Using force to amplify the power of your techniques."

"Iron-grade scriptures handle force too crudely—only three killing moves touch on it slightly."

"Shshh!!"

Zhang Cheng swung the spear; its shaft trembled violently, emitting a deep "hum."

The spear tip shook wildly, producing a piercing whistle.

"Chii~"

A low, tearing sound could even be heard.

Standing a short distance away, Lin Qi's acute perception sensed a force radiating from the spear.

It exploded into the air—that was the force Zhang Cheng described.

He could imagine how, if the spear struck a human body, the force would penetrate flesh and destroy internal organs.

"At advanced levels, force can be released through contact, tearing muscles and rupturing internal organs in a single strike."

Zhang Cheng concluded.

Lin Qi watched, eyes gleaming; if he knew this spear technique, yesterday's fight against Lone Wolf might not have been so grueling.

"Huu~"

Zhang Cheng halted, returned the spear to the wall, and continued:

"There are far more Bronze-grade scriptures than Iron-grade ones, and their styles are far more diverse."

"I know you've trained all three spear techniques, but your first Bronze scripture must suit your style."

"Since you excel in powerful, aggressive styles like 'Crush Mountain Spear,' choose a Bronze scripture of the same style."

"Be cautious—scriptures aren't cheap, and they can't be returned."

"I understand!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Lin Qi sincerely thanked him; after Zhang Cheng's explanation, he now roughly knew how to select a spear scripture.

A few minutes later, watching Lin Qi's retreating figure,

Zhang Cheng grew curious: which spear scripture would Lin Qi choose?

Several five-star-rated spear scriptures flashed in his mind—all aggressive, powerful styles.

…

That night, Chi Qiong Martial Hall, Room B126, pitch dark.

"Taozi, happy birthday!"

In the martial hall, a table held a milky-white birthday cake, candles lit.

Lin Qi smiled and offered his wishes to Jiang Tao.

"Big brother, happy birthday!"

"Bang!!"

Nearby, the beautiful Jiang Jiang Miaoyin triggered a red confetti cannon; colorful paper shards burst into the air as the room lights snapped on.

Jiang Tao's eyes welled with emotion, tears nearly falling.

"Big Brother Lin, Jiang Miaoyin—thank you both!"

"Your eighteenth birthday deserves a proper celebration," Lin Qi chuckled.

Jiang Tao made a wish, blew out the candles, and began cutting the cake.

The twenty-inch milky-white cake was quickly devoured by the three. Before leaving, Lin Qi presented his gift: a large white box.

Soon, only Jiang Tao and Jiang Jiang Miaoyin remained in the hall; after cleaning up, they began cultivation.

Jiang Tao opened the gift box—inside were two pairs of black hollow rings.

"Ten-pound gravity rings!" he recognized instantly.

He took them out and strapped them onto his arms and legs—they fit perfectly.

"Not bad!"

He moved lightly; the added weight had little immediate effect.

He then picked up his purchased battle blade and began practicing sword forms.

Half an hour later,

"Huu~"

Jiang Tao stopped, gasping heavily, sweat drenching his martial uniform, face exhausted.

!

His legs and arms trembled uncontrollably; aching numbness surged into his skull.

"So tired!"

He grabbed a sports drink and gulped it down.

Looking at the gravity rings on his arms, he was stunned—he'd felt nothing at first, full of energy.

But now, exhausted, his arms and legs felt heavy, aching, trembling uncontrollably.

He could barely hold the blade steady.

More exhausting than his usual training.

He wasn't sure he could even finish this session.

Even if he lasted a few days, he doubted he could keep it up.

"Big Brother Lin wears these all the time—he endures it, so can I."

"I won't hold him back. I'll catch up to him."

Jiang Tao gritted his teeth and rose again to train.

Two hours later, he lay in the recovery pod, relaxing his muscles, restoring his fatigue—too drained to move a finger.

"I can't fathom how Big Brother Lin endures this," Jiang Tao thought wearily.

…

Room B123

After returning from Jiang Tao's martial hall, Lin Qi murmured: "In a while, I'll turn eighteen too—officially an adult."

He thought of Jiang Tao—he'd given him his own gravity rings as a birthday gift.

Their builds were similar; the rings were passable for Jiang Tao.

But he needed heavier ones.

"Xiao Chan, open Chi Qiong Home!"

"Yes, Master!"

Light and shadow reformed; the blue-clad Xiao Chan projected forth, raising her jade hand.

A green screen materialized.

"Boom!!"

Familiar red flames erupted, accompanied by melodious music—Chi Qiong Home opened.

A flood of items and resources appeared before him.

Lin Qi's goal today was clear: purchase a new spear scripture and movement scripture.

With his panel, he could swiftly filter for the most suitable spear technique.

He first entered the 【Scriptures】 module.

He opened the search filter: 【Scriptures】 → 【Bronze-grade】 → 【Spear】

He clicked confirm; the page refreshed rapidly, listing row after row of spear scriptures.

【Flaming Prairie Spear Technique, Category: Spear Manual, Rating: ★★★★★, Price: 3 million Xia Guo currency, Note: Red Sky】

……

【Meteor Spear Technique, Category: Spear Manual, Rating: ★★★★★, Price: 3 million Xia Guo currency, Note: Black Glitter ×1.5】

……

【Diamond Spear Technique, Category: Spear Manual, Rating: ★★★★★, Price: 3 million Xia Guo currency, Note: Deep Abyss ×1.5】

……

【Vast Sky Spear Technique, Category: Manual, Rating: ★★★★, Price: 2 million Xia Guo currency, Note: Red Sky】

……

【Iron Blood Spear Technique, Category: Manual, Rating: ★★★, Price: 1 million Xia Guo currency, Note: Red Sky】

……

(End of Chapter)