190: Chapter 190 Diligent Martial Arts, Returning to Qingfeng Inn!

"Hurry up, Qingzi, what is your talent?"

Seeing this, Fang Qing didn't delay any further. He pushed aside the speech he had originally planned and honestly introduced his blue-tier talent.

[Talent: Diligent Martial Arts (Blue)]

Description: Every time the player cultivates martial arts and enters a state of diligence, the longer it lasts, the more the cultivation efficiency increases, up to a maximum of four times the normal rate.

"Hehe, how about it? This talent is pretty good, right?"

"It only takes ten minutes to enter the diligent state, hehe... Fan-zi, are you jealous?" Fang Qing grinned, glancing smugly at Zhang Fan.

Diligent Martial Arts.

This blue-tier talent was indeed quite good, even approaching the level of a purple-tier talent.

But... Chen Yichuan and the other two just listened. After a few brief compliments, they turned and left, showing no intention of flattery at all.

This immediately left Fang Qing feeling a bit dejected.

"Wait, what? Not a single person is going to praise me? Even if it's against your conscience, just say something!" Fang Qing muttered to himself.

Just then.

"Qingzi, don't forget to deal with the corpses. If it's not cleaned up properly... we won't be taking you along next time."

Hearing this.

Fang Qing fell silent.

Afterward, the group divided the labor clearly: Head Escort Qian studied the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique, Zhang Fan went to gather everyone, and as for Fang Qing, he was naturally responsible for disposing of the bodies.

...

Qingfeng Inn.

Chen Yichuan glanced at the plaque above; the calligraphy was as vigorous and flowing as ever.

"Lord Yichuan?"

"Oh my, you've finally arrived! Master Bao has been looking forward to this for so many days. Please, come in, come in!"

The waiter recognized him at a glance and came jogging out.

Seeing this scene.

"Lead the way," Chen Yichuan said calmly.

A short while later.

After passing through several hidden small doors, they arrived at the familiar small room.

Inside the room, Uncle Bao, dressed in a deep blue robe, was currently dozing off with his head propped in his hands.

"Master Bao, Master Bao!"

"Lord Yichuan is here," the waiter walked over and said in a low voice.

Hmm?

"Lord Yichuan?"

Hearing that name, Uncle Bao snapped his head up, and his gaze met Chen Yichuan's.

"Haha!"

"Young Master Chen, you've finally come! You certainly made this old man wait. Haha, it's good that you're here, good that you're here. Xiao Liu, you head out first."

After Uncle Bao dismissed the waiter, he greeted him with a beaming smile.

Seeing this.

Chen Yichuan cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Bao!"

Chen Yichuan held a great deal of respect for the man before him who had 'sponsored' him.

"Haha, Young Master Chen, you're being too formal."

"Just call me Old Bao."

Uncle Bao then engaged in some pleasantries before finally saying with a look of 'indignation', "Young Master Chen, the mission was completed so long ago."

"Why haven't you come to collect your reward? By the way, you completed this mission exceptionally well!"

"In addition to a Third-Grade Sword Technique and a moon essence pill, Officer Xu has also specially rewarded you with a Third-Grade Spear Technique and a blue-grade long spear!"

"I'll go get them for you now." Saying this, Uncle Bao walked toward the storehouse with a chuckle.

It was obvious that he was very enthusiastic about such matters.

At that moment.

Chen Yichuan, hearing these words, was stunned for quite a while.

He hadn't expected such a surprise—a Third-Grade Spear Technique and a long spear.

"Blessings falling from the sky while I'm just sitting at home."

"Thank you, Officer Xu." Chen Yichuan smiled and cupped his hands toward the empty air for the officer he had never met.

In no time at all.

Uncle Bao brought the items out and placed them on the table.

Chen Yichuan swept his gaze over them, and rows of information instantly appeared on his panel.

Mountain Peak Sword Technique (Third-Grade Martial Art)

Hanying Spear Technique (Third-Grade Martial Art)

[hanying spear (Blue), Durability: 99/100, Effect: Attack +70; when used with the exclusive Hanying Spear Technique, it adds an extra 30 points of attack.]

Whoa.

Seeing the spear before him, Chen Yichuan's expression changed.

He saw it.

Laid out before him was a spear with a razor-sharp tip that glinted with a cold silver light. The shaft was a light blue color, and a cluster of snow-white tassels was tied where the head met the shaft.

With just one look, Chen Yichuan fell in love with this hanying spear.

He took the hanying spear.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

"A fine spear!!"

Chen Yichuan swung it somewhat stiffly, his face filled with excitement, clearly showing how much he liked the long spear.

"Uncle Bao, wait for me for a minute."

Without giving Uncle Bao a chance to speak.

Putting down the hanying spear, Chen Yichuan sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate the matching martial art, the Hanying Spear Technique, on the spot.

The combination of the two could increase his attack by 100 points.

How could Chen Yichuan miss out on this martial art?

"Uh." Uncle Bao was taken aback. Although he was a bit puzzled, he nodded and didn't disturb him.

Instead, he turned to go into the inner room, intending to brew a pot of tea.

But... as Uncle Bao was pouring the tea leaves into the cup.

Thud!

Seeing the scene before him, he was instantly dumbfounded. His grip slipped, and the teacup fell to the floor.

With a look of utter disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost, he stared blankly at Chen Yichuan.

"This... this, Young Master Chen?"

"A Third-Grade Martial Art? In less than a minute? You've reached the Entry Level? This..." Uncle Bao rubbed his eyes, still unable to believe it.

If he hadn't seen the martial arts manual turn into light blue data and merge into Chen Yichuan's body...

He wouldn't have believed even if he were beaten to death that someone could reach the Entry Level of a Third-Grade Martial Art in just one minute.

Looking at Uncle Bao's jaw-dropping expression.

Chen Yichuan brushed the dust off his pants and smiled faintly: "It was just luck!"

Thump.

Just luck.

Those four words left Uncle Bao stunned for a full half-minute before he finally had to accept this 'terrifying' fact.

"Haha, Young Master Chen, there's no need to be humble."

"Comprehension is also a part of one's strength. This old man had originally planned to give you some pointers on this spear technique, but it seems... haha, never mind."

Uncle Bao shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Seeing this.

Chen Yichuan didn't dwell on the topic. Instead, he cupped his hands and changed the subject: "Uncle Bao, I wonder if there is any information here regarding the Beggar Sect forces in Dongshan Prefecture? Specifically, the Clean Clothes Faction."

Hmm?

As soon as those words were spoken.

The dejected Uncle Bao's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked at Chen Yichuan with a face full of disbelief.

"Young Master Chen, do you intend to take down the Beggar Sect?"

With just one sentence, the sharp Uncle Bao instantly perceived Chen Yichuan's intentions.

Without denying it, Chen Yichuan just smiled faintly: "Uncle Bao, I'll have to trouble you to compile the information. I can pay!"

Hearing this.

How could Uncle Bao not understand? He sighed softly: "Very well, there's no sense in guarding against a thief forever. This is what I have compiled recently regarding the Clean Clothes Faction's sphere of influence."

"It includes Dongshan Prefecture."

Saying this, Uncle Bao took out a fresh intelligence report from a nearby shelf and handed it to Chen Yichuan.

Taking a look.

Chen Yichuan was instantly greatly surprised. He took a few more looks at Uncle Bao.

This report didn't just contain the Beggar Sect forces in the entire Dongshan Prefecture; it even included other prefectures and provinces, listing out the Beggar Sect's forces across the entire Jiuzhou Nation.

Among them, the Clean Clothes Faction's forces were even thoughtfully marked out one by one.

One couldn't tell if Uncle Bao had done this intentionally or very intentionally. Regardless, the information was very fresh; in some places, the ink could even still be slightly smudged.