The Prince Of The World

The Cla.s.sic Pavilion, storing the inheritance, was the most vital part of the school.

　 It was heavily guarded and warded off by a Senior in Mi realm, as people said.

　　Yan entered the Pavilion after his ident.i.ty badge was checked by a guard.

　　Twelve floors in total, floor of single-digit number accommodated the guidance for techniques to build the foundation, and the double-digit floors for skills of martial arts.

　　The newly joined out-door disciples were allowed to select two books free of charge, one for foundation building, one for skills training. If they wanted to come here again, they had to pay certain credits.

　　In his previous life, Yan had entered the Pavilion for many times. In stepping into the Pavilion, he suddenly remembered that an out-door disciple had no qualification to the third and fourth floor.

　　The school had express provisions that the out-door disciples were only allowed to enter the first and second floor.

　　Thinking of this, he intended to leave, but since he had come, there was no reason to return without getting something back.

　　Sha…Sha…Sha!

　　Yan looked far away, and saw a stooped old man in gray in the courtyard, slowly cleaning the fallen leaves with a broom.

　　In a trance, he had a strange feeling about the messy and lawless way of sweeping of the old man. It seemed that the old man was moving to a kind of special rhythm. But Yan found nothing regular while he concentrated on his movements.

　　Just in time the old man looked up. Having smiled and nodded, Yan stepped into the building.

　　On the first floor of the Pavilion, there were hundreds of iron-wood bookshelves, where tens of thousands of works were stored in great density.

　　This showed the profound foundation of the Dahung Palace.

　　Some of these works were written by the great predecessors in the Palace, and the rest were collected by the disciples who went out to practice.

　　Upholding the principle of learning widely from others" strengths, the Palace encouraged its disciples to collect various kinds of works. Meanwhile, credit points were awarded according to the level of the books.

Due to the encouragement, there were an astronomical amount of low-level practice guidance. Facing with so many choices, the inexperienced disciples were asked to leave when the time was out before they could seek out a certain guidance.

　　As a warrior in Yuan realm, Yan didn"t have to take this low-level guidance, so he went straight to the second floor, not spending a minute in the first floor.

　　Different from the first floor, there was a variety of the skills of martial arts.

　　With martial arts as the core and pillar of the Yunhuang Empire, everyone here practiced martial arts. Therefore, martial arts were emerging in an endless stream over tens of thousands of years.

　　Warriors with some accomplishments preferred creating their own skills.

　　Although the second floor was abundant with the guidance of martial arts, up to tens of thousands of species, Yan Li held them in contempt, because they were only categorized as yellow-cla.s.s.

　　He went straight to a dilapidated bookshelf on the inside of the second floor, which, unlike other bookshelves, was placed with some broken paperback books.

　　Although these martial arts were incomplete, they couldn"t be underestimated.

　　In his previous life, Yan had heard that several core disciples had read the dilapidated books on the second floor, thus creating their own powerful martial arts.

　　Of course, the authenticity of the story was to be tested. Without any great expectation, Yan Li only came here to try his luck.

　　He glanced at the names of the books, such as Skills of the Sword Without Shadows, Killing Fist, Skills of the Cloudy Sky Sword, Skills of the Messy Sword, Skills of the Sword Destroying the Spirit. The total number was up to one thousand.

　　Finally, Yan"s eyes fell on the bottom of the bookshelf, on the book at the optimal edge. Somehow, he had a little interest in it.

He bent over and took it out.

　　It was called Skills of the Sky Decay Sword. It recorded only three skills on the old paper.

　　First trick: Shadow Stab

　　Second trick: Sky Stab

　　Third trick: Soul Stab

　　Slightly frowning his sword-shaped eyebrows, Yan Li concentrated himself on understanding the three tricks, but only to find an extremely strange rule lying in these skills, including their speed and angles.

　　If a word was used to describe the essence of this broken book, that was “sly”.

　　Without a sword, trying a few tricks with his finger, Yan Li felt extremely sick.

　　He was horrified: what exactly were these skills, so weird!

　　After a short break, the disgusting feeling disappeared.

　　Gazing at the three tricks for a moment, Yan Li suddenly realized that there must be a guide for building foundation which matched these skills. In this way could the warrior perform the power of the skills.

　　Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh. Although the three tricks were quite bizarre and unharmonious, they must be in high quality.

　　Unluckily, however superb the sword skill was, it was an abandoned kind of martial arts, if a warrior could not cultivate it. No wonder it was placed on the second floor.

　　Putting this book back in its original position, Yan Li was about to leave the Pavilion. He planned to go to the third floor to choose the appropriate guidance after he was promoted as an in-door disciple.

　　Out of the building, Yan Li looked around unconsciously to find the old man in gray, but he saw no one, and then left the Pavilion for the Test Hall.

　　The magnificent hall was almost empty, except for a Senior and two deacons.

"Yan Li, an out-door disciple, my honor to meet you. "

　　Stepping into the hall, walking to the two deacons, he greeted them as the school"s etiquette requested.

　　“Yan Li, do you come here for the promotion test?” Their eye sights fell on Yan Li.

　　Yan nodded.

　　"Come on, endeavor yourself to transfer your vigor." One of the deacons took out a one-foot-long stick with nine gems of different colors on it and handed it to Yan Li.

　　Yan Li knew that it was called a vigor stick, specially used to test the level of the practice of a disciple.

　　After taking the stick, Yan Li started to stir the Qi sea inside him. Cycling rapidly, a strong stream of vigor went along the meridians converging into his palm, and finally reached the stick.

　　In an instant, the stick was lit up with all nine gems s.h.i.+ning brilliantly.

　　The two deacons who at first paid little attention to Yan Li suddenly widened their eyes, staring at the stick in his hand. After a while they said to themselves, “G.o.d, all nine stars become bright. Does his Qi sea have nine whirling circles?”

　　As above mentioned, the stronger the Qi sea was, the more talented the warrior would be. An average warrior in Yuan realm would create the Qi sea with three whirling circles, but Yan Li used nine, six more than the ordinary.

　　That is to say, he was equivalent to three Yuan realm warriors. However, generally speaking, the power of the man like Yan Li was stronger than the power of those three warriors added.

　　“I am going to tell Senior Xuan!”

　　As a deacon recovered from the shock, he hurried to the side palace.

　　Not waiting long, Yan Li had his wrist suddenly clutched as he blinked.

　　He struggled, but felt a powerful energy running into him, freezing his body to move even a little. He then calmed down, because he suddenly saw the one clutching his wrist was a white-haired old man with a ruddy complexion.

　　Yan Li recognized the old man–he was exactly the Senior Yin Changkong of the Test Hall.

　　“Hahaha! Sure enough, nine Qi circles!”

　　Then a loud burst of laughter broke out near him, which made his eardrum itchy.