59: Chapter 59 Incomplete Profound-Level Martial Skill

"What trouble!" Zhao Hu laughed heartily, waving his large hand.

"Since we are roommates, we are brothers. When a brother has business, it's only right that I accompany him. Besides, I've long wanted to hang around the Scripture Pavilion; I just don't have the qualifications to enter. It's perfect that I can walk you there."

Seeing his enthusiasm, Ye Yun stopped refusing and nodded. "Then I shall trouble Senior Brother."

After bidding farewell to Zhou Wen and the others, the two walked side by side. Before long, they arrived in front of a simple yet grand pavilion.

The Luoxue Sect Outer Sect Scripture Pavilion.

The pavilion was constructed entirely of dark ancient wood, standing five stories high with upturned eaves and corners. Ancient patterns were carved into the walls, exuding a faint aura of passing ages.

At this moment, a short queue had already formed outside the pavilion, consisting entirely of Disciples who had newly joined the Sect this term.

Each face was filled with anticipation as they waited in an orderly fashion.

Zhao Hu stopped at the bottom of the stone steps outside the pavilion and smiled at Ye Yun.

"I won't be going in. Only new Outer Sect Disciples can receive a free Cultivation Technique and Martial Skill once. I don't have that qualification, so I'll wait for you here."

"Alright." Ye Yun nodded, turned, and stepped into the Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as he entered, a faint scent of ink and old scrolls greeted him.

Beside a low table on the inner side of the gate sat a white-haired, one-armed old man.

The old man wore simple clothes; his left eye was slightly squinted, his right eye was cloudy, and his right sleeve hung empty. He looked plain and unremarkable, as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

But the moment Ye Yun saw him, his heart skipped a beat. Countless classic tropes from Xuanhuan novels instantly flashed through his mind.

This kind of seemingly inconspicuous, disabled old man guarding a Scripture Pavilion was, nine times out of ten, a hidden powerhouse of the Sect, a character on the level of a 'Sweeping Monk'!

He didn't dare to be the least bit disrespectful. He quickly stepped forward, bowed, and spoke with utmost reverence.

"Junior Ye Yun greets the Elder."

The old man's originally closed eyes slowly opened. His cloudy gaze fell upon Ye Yun, and he was clearly stunned for a moment.

He seemed somewhat surprised that this new Disciple was so respectful toward him.

A faint smile slowly appeared on his withered face, and his voice was raspy.

"No need for such formality. A new Disciple? Take out your identity token and let me see."

"Yes." Ye Yun hurriedly took out the Dark Iron Waist Token from his robe and presented it with both hands.

The old man took the token, his fingertip brushing it lightly. After confirming it was correct, he handed it back to Ye Yun and spoke calmly.

"Newcomers have only one hour to choose. You may only select one Cultivation Technique and one Martial Skill. Those who take more will be dealt with according to Sect rules. Furthermore, you can only choose Yellow Grade techniques and skills on the first floor. You must not set foot on the second floor or above."

"Junior has noted it. Thank you for the reminder, Elder."

Ye Yun bowed again and responded respectfully.

As Ye Yun turned to walk into the first-floor book area, the one-armed old man watched his back, his withered fingers lightly tapping the tabletop.

He murmured to himself, his voice so soft only he could hear:

"Strange kid... The Yang Qi on him is ridiculously heavy, yet he's so respectful to a wretched old man like me. Interesting."

...

The first floor of the Scripture Pavilion was incredibly spacious. Rows of bookshelves were neatly arranged, filled with yellowed ancient texts that stretched as far as the eye could see.

At this time, many new Disciples were already standing on the first floor, most of them at the 8th or 9th stage of the Martial Master Realm.

Occasionally, one or two at the 10th Stage of Martial Master Realm could be seen, all buried in selecting techniques and skills.

Ye Yun's gaze swept across the rows of bookshelves; he already had a plan in mind.

He didn't need a Cultivation Technique.

The Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture bestowed by the System was already the top-tier technique that best suited his Physique, far beyond what any Yellow Grade technique could compare to.

On this trip, he would only choose a Martial Skill.

Ye Yun walked slowly along the shelves, his eyes scanning the names on the spines one by one.

"Wind Splitting Fist," "Falling Snow Palm," "Light Shadow Steps," "Ice Blade Formula."

They were all Mid-grade or High-grade Yellow Grade Martial Skills.

Ye Yun picked up a copy of "Three Styles of Fierce Wind," flipped through a few pages, then put it down, murmuring to himself.

"The Moves are too crude, the power is insufficient, and there are too many flaws."

He then picked up "Cold River Sword" and shook his head.

"The sword technique is clever, but I have no sword, and I'm not skilled in using one."

He went through three or four Martial Skills in a row; they were either mediocre in power or didn't fit his style. None were to his liking.

Ye Yun continued forward somewhat helplessly when his gaze inadvertently caught something.

In a corner, under a dilapidated small table, he saw a tattered ancient book being used to prop up a table leg.

The book's cover was in ruins, and its pages were yellowed and curled; it looked like trash someone had discarded.

Ye Yun's heart stirred. He bent down, reached out, and pulled the tattered book out.

He gently brushed away the dust and opened the first page.

With just one look, his pupils suddenly constricted!

[Setting Sun Fist—Profound Grade Mid-grade Martial Skill, incomplete, only first three styles remain.]

Profound Grade Mid-grade!

Even if it was incomplete, it was more than ten times stronger than a Yellow Grade Martial Skill!

Ye Yun's heart pounded. Suppressing the wild joy in his chest, he murmured.

"This is the one! Even if it's incomplete, it far surpasses Yellow Grade Martial Skills!"

He immediately gripped the ancient Setting Sun Fist manual and turned to go register it.

But right then, a cold shout suddenly rang out from behind him:

"Stop! That Martial Skill in your hand, I want it!"

Ye Yun turned around to see a tall, thin Disciple standing behind him.

His expression was arrogant, and his cultivation was impressively Great Martial Artist First Level. Judging by his clothing and aura, he was clearly not a newcomer from this term.

Instead, he was an Outer Sect Disciple from a previous term.

"I got this first." Ye Yun frowned, his tone calm.

"So what if you got it first?"

The Disciple stepped forward, looking down at Ye Yun with utter disdain.

"A brat who just joined the Sect doesn't deserve to possess a Profound Grade Martial Skill. Be sensible and hand the book over, and I might let you off once. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Seeing that Ye Yun was young and had a tender face, he decided he was an easy-to-bully newcomer. His tone was aggressive, and he didn't bother to hide the greed and arrogance in his eyes.

Ye Yun's eyes instantly turned cold, and his voice carried no warmth:

"Sect rules state: first come, first served. If you want it, go find it yourself. Don't bother me."

"You dare talk back?!"

The Disciple was furious. Mystic Power surged slightly around him as he prepared to snatch it by force. "I think you're looking for death!"

He raised his hand and lunged to grab the Setting Sun Fist from Ye Yun's hand!

Right at this critical moment—

An old and majestic voice suddenly came from the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion, echoing throughout the first floor:

"Sect rules forbid private fighting inside the pavilion. Have you two forgotten?"

It was that one-armed old man!

The tall, thin Disciple froze, his outstretched hand stopping abruptly in mid-air.

The arrogance on his face instantly turned into terror. He quickly withdrew his hand and bowed his head.

"El-Elder, this Disciple wouldn't dare!"

Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to make a Move inside the Scripture Pavilion.

Ye Yun gave a cold laugh, his expression indifferent. Gripping the ancient book, he turned and walked away, not giving the man another glance.

Watching Ye Yun's back, the Disciple was both angry and resentful, but he didn't dare to lash out. He could only lower his voice and growl through gritted teeth:

"Kid, you've got guts! Do you dare come with me to the Life-and-Death Arena, sign a life-and-death waiver, and settle this once and for all!"