nownovels Chapter 3 Mechanism
Chapter 3 Mechanism
The streets were nearly deserted in the early morning.
Dressed in a black outfit, Chen Qiyuan broke the silence of the street and headed towards the martial arts school, pondering what to do next.
The first priority is to make money and redeem Er Ya.
Then I want to earn more money to improve my family's living conditions.
After that, you still need to make money to learn more advanced martial arts...
To make money, you must improve your skills as quickly as possible.
The original owner's aptitude was only passable, and it took him two months to even begin to understand the basics. According to the instructor at the martial arts school, there was hope of developing internal strength within six months.
Ming Jin (明劲) is the first step in martial arts training.
"Six months is too long!"
Chen Qiyuan touched the heavy ten taels of silver in his pocket. He would need at most two months to make a name for himself in the training. He couldn't possibly come up with another ten taels of silver.
We can't just sell Sanya too, can we?
"Luckily, I have this..."
A thought struck him, and he opened the panel.
Name: Chen Qiyuan
[Practice Technique: Hunyuan Stance (Beginner 41/100)]
Martial Arts Skill: Tiger Form Fist (Beginner 67/100)
In less than ten hours since he transmigrated, he has plundered twenty points of proficiency in both martial arts and cultivation techniques from Wang Dawei.
It saved at least a month of hard work.
With just six more attempts, you can achieve a minor mastery of the Hunyuan stance.
The problem is that Wang Dawei did develop Ming Jin in the past, but his martial arts skills have been neglected over the years. He doesn't practice his skills anymore and drinks heavily every day. How much cultivation can he have left?
Even if you squeeze him dry, it probably wouldn't be enough for even a small success.
Chen Qiyuan felt that his cheat system might have limitations, only allowing him to plunder the proficiency of others who possessed the same techniques and martial arts skills.
Because the martial arts school he went to was the same one where Wang Dawei had previously studied martial arts, and he had also learned "Hun Yuan Zhuang" and "Tiger Form Fist".
After plundering the proficiency, the insights he gained were so real, almost identical to those he had gained through his own practice.
Chen Qiyuan exhaled a breath of stale air, thinking to himself, "If this guess is correct, then from now on I can only target my own fellow disciples."
Just then, they arrived at the martial arts school.
He looked up and saw the words "Wu Family Martial Arts School" written on the plaque above the martial arts school.
"Junior Brother Yuan, why aren't you going in?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind me.
Chen Qiyuan turned around and saw a boy of about sixteen or seventeen. Fragments of the original owner's memories were triggered, and he smiled and said, "Senior Brother Liu, you've arrived so early today?"
This person was named Liu Shijie. He joined the martial arts school three months earlier than him and, in his memory, was a very warm-hearted person. He was one of the few people the original owner could talk to at the martial arts school.
Liu Shijie suddenly said with concern, "Junior Brother Yuan, why do you look so pale?"
"Really?" Chen Qiyuan said casually, "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."
"It's not that simple. Your face is pale, it looks like a sign of qi and blood deficiency." Liu Shijie said seriously, "Junior Brother Yuan, have you not followed the instructor's instructions and haven't taken the Qi-replenishing pills?"
Chen Qiyuan just smiled.
The Qi-replenishing pills sold at the martial arts school cost two taels of silver per bottle, and a bottle would be used up every five days, which would amount to twelve taels of silver per month.
It's more expensive than tuition; he can't afford it.
Liu Shijie said worriedly, "Junior Brother Yuan, you can't go on like this. If your qi and blood continue to deplete like this, it will damage your foundation, and then it will be too late to regret it. If you really can't afford it, I can lend you some money first, and you can pay me back when you have the funds."
As he spoke, he reached for his money.
Chen Qiyuan said, "Really, there's no need. I appreciate Senior Brother Liu's kindness."
[Liu Shijie was furious and his mind was in turmoil. Your Tiger Form Fist took the opportunity to steal some of his proficiency.]
The sudden notification startled him for a moment.
Does this work too?
Liu Shijie looked at him with a hint of helplessness, his face showing no anger. "You... never mind. If you need anything in the future, just let me know."
"it is good."
Chen Qiyuan's eyes lit up, and he smiled happily.
So it turns out, you don't even need to take action; you can steal someone's skill level just by making them waver in their mind.
In this way, the scope of application will be much wider.
He followed Liu Shijie into the martial arts school.
……
Upon entering the martial arts school, Chen Qiyuan found the training ground packed with people—roughly forty or fifty in number. He asked in surprise, "Why are there so many people today?"
There are only about a dozen students practicing martial arts here on weekdays. Many of them don't come every day; they usually practice at home.
Liu Shijie said, "You didn't know that? Today is the small competition."
Oh, it's Xiao Bi.
Chen Qiyuan suddenly realized.
The Wu Family Martial Arts School holds a competition every three months. Those who perform well can receive elixirs as a reward and have the opportunity to receive guidance from the school master.
No wonder so many people came. They're all eager to show off in front of the master.
However, this has nothing to do with these newly initiated disciples. To go on stage, they at least need to develop strength.
Today, he can only be a spectator.
Before long, most of the people had arrived, totaling seventy or eighty. Many of them were people he had never seen before. They stood according to their entry time and cultivation level.
Chen Qiyuan and his group, the newcomers, were the most numerous and stood at the very back.
There were about ten other people sitting at the head of the west side. They were all quite old and had already completed their apprenticeships. They had come specifically to join in the fun.
After a while, a middle-aged man with an imposing presence emerged with several disciples. It was none other than the sect leader, Wu Tianhuan. His temples were streaked with gray, he walked with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, his eyes flashing like lightning, exuding immense power.
"Greetings, Master."
Everyone present bowed to him.
Wu Tianhuan sat down in the middle chair and said, "Let's begin."
The competition officially began.
Wu Tianhuan's third apprentice, Zhang Chunsheng, was in charge of hosting the competition. He named two people and asked them to go on stage.
Liu Shijie whispered, "These two senior brothers have only been practicing for a year and have already achieved the Great Perfection of Ming Jin. They are exceptionally talented and have the potential to become Hua Jin in the future."
His tone was tinged with envy.
Only with such outstanding qualifications would one be qualified to showcase one's abilities in front of the museum owner.
Soon, the two began to fight.
As Chen Qiyuan watched the competition, his mind started racing. In this kind of situation, the loser's mind must be in great turmoil, and there might be a chance to steal some of his skill points.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
After about ten moves, one of the disciples was kicked and staggered back a few steps, his face flushed. He wanted to fight again, but Zhang Chunsheng stopped him and announced that he had lost.
That person could only leave in disappointment.
Chen Qiyuan waited anxiously for a while, but the notification never appeared.
"Why isn't it there?"
He frowned and began to speculate, "Could it be because the difference in their cultivation levels is too great?"
Next, Zhang Chunsheng called out the names of two more people.
The moment these two started fighting, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder. It was far more intense than the previous fight.
Chen Qiyuan was still pondering.
"There's another possibility."
He quickly realized another key factor: could it be the distance?
At this moment, the two fighters had already decided the winner within just a few moves. One of them was punched in the shoulder and fell to the ground, unable to get up.
"Junior Brother Wang, you're too kind." The victor clasped his hands in a fist salute, looking quite pleased with himself.
The junior brother Wang was pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He moved his lips a few times, but could not utter a word.
"Chance!"
Chen Qiyuan suddenly rushed out, ran to the disciple surnamed Wang, helped him up, and said, "Senior Brother Wang, let me help you down."
"No need, I can walk by myself."
The disciple surnamed Wang said coldly, then got up and left dejectedly.
Chen Qiyuan's behavior naturally drew ridicule from many people.
Liu Shijie found it amusing, wondering what he was thinking. The other person had just suffered a defeat and was seething with anger; it was no wonder he was being scolded for trying to curry favor at this time.
……
[Wang Tianjin was filled with resentment and his mind was clouded; your "Hun Yuan Zhuang" skill took the opportunity to steal ten experience points.]
"It's a success!"
Chen Qiyuan suppressed his excitement and tried hard not to laugh out loud.
He was right; it was a matter of distance.