Charcoal fire crackled in the spacious hall, flames casting flickering shadows on the joyful figures of the crowd.
–These are the ready-to-use secret techniques I promised,- Morri introduced one by one at the table. –The fist arts Thousand Arms Fist and Splitting Rock Palm, the healing and body-strengthening Lucid Sense, and elemental sword techniques…-
They finally realized what Lucid Sense actually was—a recovery-type secret technique! This almost meant that many of the people here tonight had effectively resonated with the equivalent of a –hospital- ability.
When they heard Morri explain the effect of Chime Night, their minds snapped to attention in an instant.
Blaze Sword Way and Frostblade Art were certainly formidable, but they paled in comparison to Chime Night. This was the legendary mental attack ability that Yang Zicang himself could wield!
–So this is Chime Night?-
Xu Aiyuan picked up a training contract placed beside Yang Zicang.
Her beautiful eyes shimmered with divine light.
–Master Zicang is truly generous, giving away such priceless treasures to everyone just like that. If it were me, I’d probably only be willing to set aside two or three copies for the squad leaders.-
Everyone knew in their hearts that she was right. Being able to offer two or three copies was already considered magnanimous; some people would even only give a discount opportunity, yet others would still scramble for it.
Yang Zicang held his wine glass and turned his head, nodding slightly to thank the girl for deliberately boosting his reputation in front of everyone.
He suddenly felt a momentary daze, then looked up at the dome of the hall. This rock-hewn structure still held iron ring chandeliers meant for candles, but they had long since fallen into disuse.
Did I see that wrong… Yang Zicang wondered, then looked back at his wine glass.
Could the reflection in the cup have been a burning candle?
–Zicang?- Boboli, who had been watching Yang Zicang, quickly called out in a questioning tone.
A tipsy Yang Zicang nodded apologetically.
–I’m fine, still clear-headed.-
–Hahaha.-
Hearing this bravado so common on Earth, everyone laughed as they watched Morri distribute the documents, while inwardly they pricked up their ears in excitement.
–…As familiarity increases, it will rapidly synchronize with this experience… It might take only a month or two to fully master the centuries of secret technique experience contained within, and become a grandmaster.-
But upon hearing the confirmation, everyone gasped in shock.
–Incredible! How is this achieved?-
–In fact, mastering just a few percent is already considered full mastery. Because this is centuries of martial arts experience, the practitioner is already extremely familiar with it.-
Xu Aiyuan sat quietly beside Yang Zicang, her head tilted with a faint smile as she watched him explain the usage to the people at both ends of the long table.
Everyone took the contracts with delight, reluctant to put them down.
Truly a figure who made such a stir in the Land of Lost Frequencies—indeed omnipotent, able to find a way to learn secret techniques that normally take decades to master. I just wonder if this method can be obtained.
Chef Ma Bin sat diagonally across from Yang Zicang. The moment he received the secret technique containing –Rock-Splitting Palm,- tears welled in his eyes as he eagerly crushed it to learn.
Countless scenes of battling primordial monsters surged like wisps of mist, flashing and vanishing. These cultivation images flickered past as if they had accompanied him his entire life.
A hot, surging power burst from deep within his body, darting through every muscle like a swarm of tiny loaches with a swoosh.
–Th-this… such a ferocious palm technique?!-
The man who was merely a chef, Moxel, had owed a huge amount of Chronos just to beg his way into Hub Town. He never imagined that one day he, a chef, would learn such a powerful palm technique.
From now on… he wouldn’t be just the one who could only cook anymore. From now on, his life could have many more choices!
……
Several people around him were fingering the secret techniques in their hands.
The Moxel on many of their chests kept flickering; clearly someone was contacting them, wanting to buy.
Some had struggling expressions on their faces, while others weighed their options briefly and used them immediately. Acquaintances lowered their heads to discuss whether to trade with each other for secret techniques more suited to them.
–It’s our turn, Captain.-
The glowing papers were passed to the excited few beside Xiao Yushan.
–This is the sword technique I wanted. Are you really giving it to me?-
The red-haired youth looked at the Flame Sword in his hand, then lifted his gaze to Morri, who gave him a slight nod.
He awkwardly lowered his head. –Sorry, Alexander. I apologize for earlier.-
–No problem. You’re Dutch, right? We’re practically neighbors.-
Xiao Yushan, who had been sitting on pins and needles, looked up. –Sorry, before… it was all my fault.-
–It’s fine. We were all former teammates. Since I now have the ability, it’s only natural to help improve everyone’s strength.-
Morri placed the power-leveling contract beside the snow-white porcelain plate in front of Xiao Yushan, then walked to the other side.
Gazing at the shimmering contract, Xiao Yushan’s emotions churned.
……
–Excuse me,- a voice called from a distance. –Master Zicang, this power-leveling contract must be some kind of Moxel ability, right? Is it really literal?-
–With so many contracts, I doubt it’s literal. No one has the energy to power-level that many, unless the position allows producing multiple books at once. But each one is clearly different.-
Yang Zicang glanced at Boboli. –The power-leveling contract is the ability of this team member. He can take on learning many things for you.-
Everyone stared at Boboli in amazement, finally understanding why this kid could hang with Yang Zicang.
–Damn, there’s actually a Moxel this badass?-
Yang Zicang sat down, the surrounding chatter and laughter growing more and more distant…
–…Excuse me, Mr. Popoli. Could you tell me how you completed decades or centuries of cultivation in such a short time?-
How could he ask that? Yang Zicang thought, but it didn’t matter anyway—after all, complete postal emblem worlds were even rarer than the means to obtain wish charms…
–Well, that’s all thanks to Mr. Zicang’s complete postal emblem.-
–Ah?- The group froze in unison, staring at Yang Zicang.
As Morri unreservedly explained how he had used the wish charm to contact his own past self who had entered the postal emblem world, a mixture of a nostalgic smile and anxiety welled up in Yang Zicang’s heart.
No matter how heated the atmosphere became, Morri had already changed the future.
And it was his own future…
–No wonder you three dare to call yourselves a ‘syndicate’—you’re truly indispensable to each other.-
–I see!-
–Sigh, so it’s a complete postal emblem world. That’s indeed impossible to replicate. I was almost fooled by the number Mr. Alexander released—the contract is more than ten thousand times more valuable than I imagined.-
–Exactly,- Yang Zicang didn’t miss the chance to advertise, –If any of you obtain a complete postal emblem in the future, remember to look up our Mr. Popoli.-
{Seems you’re all quite satisfied with these contracts.}
–Who?- Everyone was suddenly startled.
That familiar, hoarse telepathic voice made Yang Zicang’s eyes flicker sharply.
Boom! Rocks came raining down.
People inside and outside the hall looked up simultaneously. The dome above suddenly cracked with numerous fissures, and countless bandages shot in like venomous snakes, instantly wrapping around several people below.
–Ah!-
Some hadn’t even had time to scream before being dragged upward, and two people turned into withered figures on the spot.
Two long, narrow strips of cloth swept toward this end of the long table.
–Watch out!- Yang Zicang turned sideways and lunged to cover Xu Aiyuan, whose face showed a hint of panic.
Amid a burst of softness and fragrance, with a whoosh, a bandage like a steel spear pierced through the dome over ten meters high and with a crash shattered the tabletop.
–Who is up there!-
The people in the room immediately fell into chaos, shouting at the figure above the broken roof as if faced with a great enemy.
{You can call me the Bandage Doctor.}
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