Just as Yun Shou was about to push open the iron gate, a burly man suddenly called out to him, "Young hero, wait a moment!"
Then he reached behind his waist and pulled up a small chain of tokens with a clattering sound, from which he took out a small, one-inch-tall bronze token.
"Oh dear, what's wrong with my brain?" The big man slapped his forehead. "I forgot I only have a bronze medal. With your strength, you'd need a silver medal."
First-class athletes receive silver medals, second- and third-class athletes receive bronze medals, and it seems that martial arts masters would receive gold medals.
It's impossible that only grandmasters can use gold medals. It's an honor for this wretched place to have a grandmaster visit. They don't deserve to rank grandmasters.
"I'll go inside and call the manager to give you a silver medal!"
The gatekeeper who had spoken first was about to go inside, but Yun Shou waved his hand and said, "No need, no need, I just came in for a stroll."
He came to experience the White Dragon Fish Robe, traveling incognito. Otherwise, once he activated his Celestial-level spiritual domain, all the Grandmasters within a 400-meter radius would be crushed by him!
“I’m not some kind of villain who bullies others or does evil by relying on my strength.”
Yun Shou took the bronze plaque, put it on his wrist, and entered the world behind the iron gate.
The market exclusively for martial artists can also be called the black market.
In Yangxue City, this place is called "Wu Street," and it is separated by buildings so that ordinary people cannot enter.
"At fourteen, after less than ten days of learning martial arts, he entered the Martial Arts Street for the first time and was afraid of gang violence."
The place was bustling with noise: pedestrians, vendors, hawkers, and even a contest.
Of course, not everyone was a martial artist; many people obtained their tokens through various channels to gain entry.
Yun Shou pushed open the door and entered. The handsome face he had created for himself attracted the attention of many people, who lingered on it.
"Pretty boy!" Many rough-looking martial artists cursed inwardly.
However, once he naturally blended into the crowd, those stares diminished to almost nothing.
If a timid and shy young nobleman enters this kind of "black market," he will surely be targeted by many cockroaches and rats who will try to extort money from him.
However, if this young nobleman strolls leisurely through the chaotic martial arts street, it's either because he's carefree or because he's experienced and fearless.
"Unparalleled martial arts techniques, the unique skills of each of the ten major sects of the Qing Kingdom. Each one is a sect's most treasured martial art, a genuine and rare handwritten copy!"
An old man was hawking his wares nearby. Yun Shou walked over and took a look at the stall.
Good heavens, a whole bunch of martial arts manuals, with titles like "Sunlit Manual," "True Scripture of Daoist Magic," and "Jade Mystery Skill" on the covers...
Yun Shou picked up the book "Sun and Sun Secrets" and, under the old man's smiling gaze, turned to the first page, the general outline.
He read it aloud: "The divine light of the sun shines upon all things, its white rays piercing the sky, shimmering like the sun..."
Excellent! The outline of twenty-eight characters has been compressed into sixteen characters, and the plagiarism rate is less than 5%, which is unbeatable.
Ordinary people who use this to practice martial arts will at most achieve nothing. If first- or second-rate people try to switch to this method, they will immediately experience internal energy conflict, vomit blood, and suffer injuries.
Yun Shou wanted to flip to the next page, but found it was blank.
The old man patted his bulging trouser legs and reached his hand inside his crotch, rummaging around: "It was originally here. One price, ten taels of silver, and you can take home a master-level martial arts technique!"
Yun Shou's eyes twitched. As the old man pulled out his martial arts manual, the corner of the tattered yellow book caught on the bright red underpants. When the old man pulled it out, the corner of the bright red underpants snapped back and made a "smack" sound.
He silently activated his authority to manipulate primordial energy, creating a gust of wind with himself upwind and the old man downwind, trying to prevent the smell from wafting over.
"Ten taels of silver, guaranteed authentic?"
"Of course, I'm not lying, I didn't have dermatitis when I gave birth to my son!"
Yun Shou felt that it was his son who gave him such courage.
"How can you use your son as collateral to lie to me?" Yun Shou waved his hand and said, "Let's change the oath, **to be ten centimeters shorter."
Old man: "..."
The old man sneered, "If you can't afford it, get lost. I'm not forcing you to buy it!"
After saying that, he ignored Yun Shou and called out to another martial artist who was passing by: "Great hero, would you like to buy the 'True Scripture of Daoist Magic'? I can tell from your appearance that you are full of vigor and will surely become a grandmaster in the future!"
A passing martial artist: "One fake, ten short?"
The old man grumbled and muttered as he packed up his stall. More and more people were gathering to watch the spectacle. If he stayed any longer, his reputation would be ruined.
"Sigh, what man doesn't value his manhood?" A middle-aged businessman-looking man next to him shook his head and sighed, "When you get old, you don't need it anymore, but you can't be short."
"Three inches?" someone asked doubtfully. "Aren't they all five or six inches?"
"Who says it's five or six inches? I thought everyone was eight inches?"
"I'm also eight inches, hahaha. After hearing what you all said, I thought my thing was abnormal!"
The topic veered in a bizarre direction, turning into a filthy ocean.
Yun Shou left silently. Eight inches is nothing to a Celestial Warrior. If he wanted to, he could stretch his nose to eight inches!
He's only fourteen now and still going through puberty.
Just as he left, a magical gust of wind blew by, and all the pants that everyone had patted their chests and said were eight or seven inches were accidentally torn off by the wind and fell down.
Everyone showed their true selves.
"There's a Golden Wind Pavilion here too?" Yun Shou's eyes lit up as he walked along Wu Street.
But it wasn't to challenge them; rather, he happened to have an important matter that required Jin Feng Lou's assistance.
“I need to investigate a person named Zhong Yuman. He should be middle-aged or elderly now, and his family background is above that of ordinary people. He used to be known as the ‘Eldest Young Master of the Zhong Family.’” Yun Shou threw down a handful of silver.
"Is it an ordinary person?" The head of the branch, "Seventeenth Master," frowned. "An ordinary person would be a bit difficult to handle."
Their main business, Golden Wind Pavilion, is intelligence gathering among martial artists. There are countless dynasties, nobles, and powerful families in this world; how could they possibly know about everyone?
Yun Shou threw out the small bag of gold, and his Yuan Power sliced open the bag, revealing a dazzling golden color.
"...Difficult, but we must do it!" Seventeenth Master said righteously, not even glancing at the gold: "There is nothing in this world that our Golden Wind Pavilion cannot find!"
"Sir, what do you wish to investigate about this person?"
"His location, family background... and the dirty deeds he did when he was young, who he killed, who he injured, the more details the better!"
Yun Shou tapped his finger on the table, and his Yuan energy condensed into a sphere. He casually played with the sphere and said, "Once the detailed results are out, my reward will exceed your imagination!"
It refers to crossing out Jin Feng Lou in a small notebook.
They directly helped them settle their grudges with a certain celestial being!
After Yun Shou finished speaking, he casually slapped the Yuanli Ball onto the table and turned to leave.
After Yun Shou walked away, Seventeenth Master carefully lay down on the table and stared at the pure, transparent sphere.
"Gulp." Seventeenth Master swallowed hard, staring intently at the Yuan Power Ball.
He was the head of Jin Feng Lou. He wasn't very capable, but he had a wealth of knowledge.
I poked it with my finger; it was rock hard.
"罡劲...and it's actually 实罡化物..."
Seventeenth Master was suffocating, clutching his chest and muttering to himself, "Grandmaster, Supreme Grandmaster... How is this possible!?"
The Supreme Grandmaster asked him to do something?!
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