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Gongsun Jing was in the midst of a fierce struggle.
He had exchanged all the martial arts manuals and lost treasures he had collected for sect contribution within the organization. Then, at this monunt engraved with various benefits, one could exchange these sect contributions for martial arts manuals and guidance from a master.
He had previously witnessed an extrely formidable spear technique and had been longing for it ever since; he could hardly wait. Matching the hieroglyphs on the stone, he indeed found that type of exchange. His heart initially leapt with joy, then he discovered that his month of hard work, combined with the lost treasures he had co across by chance, could only afford him two opportunities.
He felt an uncontrollable blockage in his heart.
But he ultimately realized that this itself was already a trendous opportunity. He then exhaled a breath of turbid air, calming his emotions, and pointed out normally at the inscription on the stone monunt, cupped his hands in salute, and said,
"Hall Master, this subordinate then..."
But no sooner had his finger touched the surface of the monunt than the characters thereon began to ripple. Before he could react, the scene before his eyes had completely disintegrated, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself in a long, narrow corridor.
Red candles on either side ignited, illuminating the darkness. The yet unscattered shadows were filled with the sounds of heavy and steady footsteps.
The intense air of military campaigning made Gongsun Jing’s breathing sowhat labored.
Looking at the old general stepping forward and seeing the sowhat tattered war armor, the man endured the trendous pressure, cupped his hands in a standard Great Qin military salute, his face pale but his expression solemn and ticulous.
He then drew the short spear from behind his back, grabbed both ends with his hands, and pulled forcefully, transforming it into a sharp spear.
In the next instant, amidst the old general’s roar, the spear transford into an angry dragon, instantly engulfing Gongsun Jing.
............
Wang Anfeng watched as Gongsun Jing disappeared.
Because Mr. Ying had ntioned so things to him before, he knew that the Gang Leader might now be headed to Copper Man Lane to refine his martial arts and would not likely return soon. He thus relaxed a bit inwardly.
The right hand held behind his back was put down and shook out, he lazily stretched, having just mimicked Mr. Ying’s posture, his entire body had been tensed, and now with his fists clenched, hands reaching upward, his spine pushing upward segnt by segnt, he stretched towards the sky, his eyes slightly squinted as he exhaled a long breath.
He felt extrely comfortable all over.
Just then, as shadows shifted before Wang Anfeng’s eyes, Gongsun Jing, who had disappeared not long ago, suddenly reappeared, and the young man still maintained a lazy deanor, his entire body sowhat stiff, staring at Gongsun Jing with a trace of inner panic that he couldn’t suppress.
The act, the act had collapsed...
He seed to hear Mr. Ying’s voice tinged with coldness whispering in his ears, making his scalp slightly numb.
Just as the young man began to seriously contemplate what Mr. Ying’s reaction might be, he suddenly discovered that the man in front of him had a vacant look in his eyes, unfocused, not looking at him, his entire person seed to have suffered a huge shock, as if in a dream, not yet having co to his senses.
Feeling slightly relieved, he slowly lowered his arms, placing them back behind him, lifted his chin slightly, and assud Mr. Ying’s deanor, looking at the man in black before him, feeling sowhat fortunate.
That was close...
Only several breaths later did Gongsun Jing co to his senses, his eyes revealing a complex expression mingled with shock and fear.
The divine charm of that spear attack still echoed in his mind.
The previously impenetrable Longn seed, under these consecutive impacts, to beco gradually tenuous. His persistent and diligent efforts now proved their effectiveness, and he was beginning to perceive a breakthrough opportunity.
The chance to enter the Middle Third Rank.
With this thought in mind, his breathing beca slightly rough. Unwilling to wait even a mont longer, he first cupped his fists in a salute towards Wang Anfeng, then raised his hand and tapped on the line of text on the monunt, disappearing once again.
Wang Anfeng gave a slight sigh of relief but dared not relax too much.
He didn’t know when that Gang Leader might return...
Almost as soon as this thought arose and had not yet dissipated, Gongsun Jing’s body materialized before him again, his expression severe.
He could feel that the opportunity for a breakthrough was almost within reach.
But he could no longer exchange.
At this mont, the desire for a breakthrough in his heart was being magnified incessantly. A martial artist’s breakthrough depended partly on chance. Missing this opportunity, he didn’t know when the next chance would arise—it could be the next mont, or it might take five years, ten years, or even a lifeti without another opportunity for a breakthrough.
Ti was of the essence.
Gongsun Jing exhaled a heavy breath and said to Wang Anfeng,
"Hall Master, please grant paper and pen."
"I will offer up the cultivation techniques I have practiced..."
A mont later.
Gongsun Jing reappeared by Wang Anfeng’s side and said,
"Hall Master, I have a Military Family spear technique... even for a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, it is still powerful enough to dominate..."
"I have a secret technique that can rejuvenate the muscles and bones..."
"Hall Master, I have..."
By the third round, although Gongsun Jing had divulged all the cultivation techniques he had practiced, he still had not grasped the opportunity for a breakthrough. He could only sense the opportunity getting closer, almost within reach, yet it remained elusive like the moon reflected in water or a flower seen in a mirror, visible but unattainable.
Gongsun Jing narrowed his eyes and stood still, silent for a long ti.
The sound he heard was the wind rustling through the treetops and the clear clinking of jade plaques colliding.
He was ready to stop, but when he tried to speak, he thought of his current situation, and of his brothers in the Giant Peng Gang.
He considered the erging secret organization, teeming with masters, which would inevitably provoke a reaction from the major Noble Clans and Sects of Great Qin. At that ti, if his cultivation was insufficient, he would surely face life-and-death trials.
His own death was not a big deal; after all, his life should have ended seven years ago at the Border Pass. However, if his actions drew Zhu’s descendants into danger, he could not rest even in death.
With this thought, Gongsun Jing’s expression gradually hardened. Naturally not a man to hesitate, once he had made his decision, he no longer wavered and spoke in a deep voice,
"Hall Master, I know so information about certain secret organizations..."
Having said that, he picked up a pen, pondered for a mont, and wrote down the details of the violent and outrageous Jianghu organizations he had investigated over the years on paper, along with his understanding of these organizations.
The pen paused slightly, and then on the last line, he wrote:
"In North Martial City, traces of White Tiger Hall were found, one of whom is the Shopkeeper of Antique Stone Shop in the Stone Hall, who is in good terms with another rchant’s association, suspected of being an accomplice."
He stopped writing, and drops of ink fell upon the white paper.
Inside Shaolin Temple.
Sensing that Gongsun Jing no longer held any remaining value to exploit, the Scholar in the green robe scoffed disdainfully and lazily lifted a finger.
All the various suppressions originally imposed on the forr disappeared.
In Copper Man Lane, Gongsun Jing’s eyes brightened, feeling his previously oppressive thoughts suddenly clear up. Insights surged through his mind like a bamboo breaking through barriers, creating a crack. His emotions churned, almost compelling him to roar out loud. His wrist vibrated, and he thrust out his spear.
His movents were as resolute and tenacious as those of the old general.
The Scholar raised his eyebrows slightly in slight surprise, but this minor emotional fluctuation quickly disappeared, as calm as a still lake. Spiritual charm gathered in his hand, gradually forming into a wrapped shape.
Although he was the core of this world, he was still limited by certain rules. Materializing anything of any rank required the sa amount of spiritual charm.
However, this did not an there were no shortcuts.
In the Scholar’s hand, the wrapped bundle steadily solidified, and Wu Changqing slled a series of dicinal scents, subconsciously looking up to see the blue package in the Scholar’s hands. His expression paused slightly, then he hesitantly opened his mouth:
"Sir, is this..."
"A gift from the Imperial Court to the renowned figures of Jianghu?!"
PS: Second release
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