Chapter 1057: Chapter 170: A Proper Discussion
The old man neither affird nor denied Wang Anfeng’s statent, allowing him to feel his pulse. Wang Anfeng’s dical skills were outstanding, rarely surpassed by peers. As his Inner Strength circulated several tis within the ridians, he detected several blockages within The Eight Extraordinary ridians. However, it wasn’t due to strange Inner Strength but poison.
The poison was quite formidable. Upon sensing Inner Strength approaching, it sward around like a pack of wolves, attempting to gnaw at it.
However, Wang Anfeng’s own Inner Strength was imbued with the traits of the dicine King Valley’s Mixed Yuan Body. As the surrounding toxins approached, they were devoured by his Inner Strength, and as it flowed within his body, his Inner Strength actually increased quite a bit.
As the toxins in his body were slightly reduced, the old man imdiately noticed that he could move his leg a little. He realized that this cold and indifferent-looking man from the Central Plains truly had so skills. He pondered for a mont, slightly surprised, and said:
“Are you a Doctor who has practiced Inner Strength?”
Wang Anfeng, maintaining his Blade Madman persona, replied indifferently:
“I practiced a bit.”
The old man seed to understand a little and said, “Indeed, the Central Plains has vast lands with plenty of resources, with many renowned families and experts. It’s much easier to learn authentic Inner Strength from the Mysterious Sect compared to our Parthian Empire.”
His words carried a sense of sigh.
Wang Anfeng seemingly asked casually:
“Do the sects of the Parthian Empire not accept disciples?”
The old man shook his head and said, “How could they not? Which sect can survive in the world without accepting disciples? However, unlike the sects of the Central Plains, in your Central Plains, having talent, perseverance, or fate would allow one to learn Martial Arts. Although it’s not easy, everyone has the opportunity and the thod.”
“In our Parthian Empire, there are three major sects, but each one is associated with a Great Nobility. Either they are recomnded by a Great Nobility to enter the sect. Such people, once they enter the sect, can learn the top Martial Arts and various Inner Strength Visualization Techniques.”
“Alternatively, they could give gold, have status, and such disciples also have the chance to learn advanced Martial Arts, but forget about Visualization Techniques, they can cultivate at most to the Sixth Rank.”
“As for those from ordinary backgrounds who cannot offer gold as tribute, they can only learn the most basic things throughout their lives, focusing more on techniques like saber skills. However, relying on these basic Martial Arts, they can still survive against wolf packs and beco experts guarding villages.”
Wang Anfeng’s expression remained unchanged, and he said coolly:
“So the sects of Parthia are just the household servants of the Nobles.”
The old man was stunned, seemingly unable to believe that this Great Qin man would speak so frankly before him. After being taken aback, he laughed heartily, unconcerned, and said:
“You’re not wrong. In our Parthian Empire, sects survive by depending on the Great Nobility. This is sothing everyone knows and we’re not afraid of you saying it.”
“Every Great Nobility has vast oases and water resources. No matter how strong a sect’s Martial Artists are, they need these resources, let alone most are of the Lower Third Rank and still at the stage of Developing Essence into Qi, with huge appetites. Without a stable oasis, it’s hard to sustain.”
“As for those Great Nobility, of course, they can’t compare with the major feudal lords of your Central Plains in the past.”
“The Central Plains, with its vast lands and abundant resources, had wars almost every decade a century ago, often involving hundreds of thousands or millions of troops. Parthia, however, is remote, small, and sparsely populated, yet those magnates often wield military power. Even the weakest one commands thirty thousand elites, with fifty thousand auxiliary troops, and one hundred fifty thousand soldiers transporting provisions.”
“Even the most ordinary Curved Saber soldiers are the bravest young n in each village, skilled with the saber, swift on horseback, and capable of archery that rivals your Central Plains military.”
“The largest of those Great Nobility is the King of Parthia’s own brother, commanding a hundred thousand elites, one hundred thousand troops, camped outside the city in a place called the Military City. Which sect would dare confront such terrifying power directly? Not to ntion that besides the army, those Royal Mansions also recruit extrely skilled experts.”
“With such resources needed by the sects held in their hands and difficult to oppose head-on, what other choice do the major sects have but to submit?”
The old man noticed that this indifferent Doctor was extrely interested in Jianghu affairs within the Parthian Empire, so he continued casually, knowing these were not secrets and almost everyone in Parthian Jianghu knew these facts—only the outsiders freshly arrived in Parthia didn’t. He was pleased to use this to slightly bridge their relationship and continued smiling:
“Being from the Central Plains, sir, you naturally don’t understand our Parthian Jianghu. But do you know that even if you want to depend on those Great Nobility, not every sect is qualified? Periodically, there’s a contest to rank the sects in our world.”
“Sects chosen for ‘dependence’ receive ample cows, sheep, Elixirs, and even fiscal fiefs, in exchange for letting their disciples serve as guards or join the military as Colonels in the Nobility’s hos.”
“Those sects unqualified for dependence can only depend on the major sects above them, and weaker ones depend on them, continuously offering gifted disciples and newly improved Martial Arts Manuals over the past one or two hundred years.”
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