Chapter 8: Trash-Grade Bloodline Is Too Scary

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After registering the manuals for Noah, the elder of the Martial Skill Pavilion spoke solemnly, "Train hard, and don't let your master down!" "I will work hard!" Noah replied earnestly before turning to leave. Instead of heading to the dormitory, Noah went straight to the dining hall to find the head chef and purchase some spirit rice. He wanted to buy 300,000 copper coins' worth, but the chef explained that he couldn't supply that much. Since the dining hall needed spirit rice for daily use, he would only be able to procure more after the next monthly purchase. Noah decided to give the chef the 300,000 copper coins in advance, asking him to help procure the rice. Back in his dormitory, Noah opened the Fierce Tiger Fist manual. This technique was inspired by the movements of a tiger, and if completely mastered, it would allow one to fight with the ferocity and presence of a real tiger, projecting an impressive aura. He headed to the courtyard and began imitating the postures shown in the manual. However, while he managed to get the form down, he lacked power; his movements had no real momentum or presence. After an hour of practice, Noah's movements were still clumsy, and he had yet to grasp the essence of the technique. At that moment, Dwight walked into the courtyard and saw Noah practicing. The awkward movements almost made him burst out laughing. "Noah, are you practicing Fierce Tiger Fist?" Dwight asked, trying to hold back his laughter. Noah stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied in surprise, "Dwight, how did you know I was practicing Fierce Tiger Fist?" Dwight smiled and demonstrated the technique himself. His punches were sharp and powerful, like a tiger pouncing with unstoppable force. Noah was astonished. "You know Fierce Tiger Fist too?" "My family has this martial technique as well. It's considered a basic foundational skill. I mastered it in just half a month. Noah, you just opened your meridians today, so shouldn't you be practicing high-grade human-tier martial techniques? Why are you training with Fierce Tiger Fist?" Dwight asked curiously. Noah explained, "Dwight, as you know, I have a trash-grade bloodline. It's impossible for me to master high-grade human-tier martial techniques, so I thought I'd give Fierce Tiger Fist a try." "That makes sense." Dwight nodded slightly. "With a trash-grade bloodline, even opening your meridians was a miracle. I wonder how long it'll take you to master Fierce Tiger Fist." "Dwight, what level is considered 'mastering' the technique?" Noah asked. "In terms of proficiency, most martial techniques are divided into four levels: entry, minor achievement, major achievement, and perfection. Most martial artists aim for major achievement. Reaching perfection requires several times more time and effort," Dwight replied. "With my fourth-grade bloodline, I reached entry level in three days, minor achievement in seven, and major achievement in half a month. A genius like the Saintess could probably reach major achievement in just three days!" Hearing this, Noah silently lamented how important bloodline talent was. Snapping back to reality, Noah smiled calmly and said, "Then I hope you can quickly reach the perfection stage!" "I have no intention of mastering Fierce Tiger Fist to perfection. By the time I reach that level, I'd already be training in mid or high-grade human-tier techniques. After all, the Fierce Tiger Fist is just a transitional boxing technique," Dwight said with a shake of his head. "Alright, Noah, keep practicing. With your trash-grade bloodline, even reaching the entry level will be no easy task!" After speaking, Dwight left Noah alone and returned to his dormitory. On the other hand, Noah continued practicing the Fierce Tiger Fist but still found it hard to make any progress. However, having persisted for 70 years to open his meridians, he wasn't one to fear hardship, so he pressed on, determined to hone the skill. For the next few days, Noah focused solely on practicing Fierce Tiger Fist, while Dwight worked on opening his meridians in his dormitory. They both followed the same routine—eating at the dining hall at regular intervals before resuming their respective training. A month later, Dwight finally succeeded in opening his meridians. Elated, he saw Noah still struggling with his training, making no visible progress, so he decided to give him some pointers. However, despite his guidance, Noah's improvement was minimal. "Trash-grade bloodline is really a nightmare. No matter how much I teach, nothing seems to stick. Even if the Saintess herself taught you, it wouldn't make a difference!" Dwight sighed, shaking his head as he gave up on coaching Noah further. "Dwight, my talent truly is lacking. I won't waste your time anymore; I'll just continue practicing on my own. Oh, and I have some matters to attend to, so I'll be heading out for now," Noah said before quickly leaving. Calculating the time, Noah figured the dining hall's chef must have returned from purchasing supplies by now. Training outside for a month had felt like a waste of time, but if he could enter the space within the pagoda, it would be different. Inside the pagoda, time would be well spent. With the 300,000 copper coins he spent on spirit rice, Noah estimated he could buy 60 bags of it, which would sustain him for 82 years of training. "Now that I've successfully opened my meridians, I can borrow martial arts techniques from the Martial Skill Pavilion. If I can find a sword manual to pair with my Fire Spirit Sword, I might even be able to surpass those fifth-grade bloodline disciples!" Dwight thought excitedly as he hurried toward the Martial Skill Pavilion. Before long, loud laughter echoed from outside the courtyard. "Hahaha! I actually found a middle-grade human-tier sword technique in the Martial Skill Pavilion—the Blazing Sword Technique! If I can master it, I'll be able to unlock at least three meridians!" Dwight rushed excitedly into the courtyard, brandishing his Fire Spirit Sword as he eagerly practiced the new technique. ... Deep within the Clyde Sect, in a stately pavilion, more than a dozen elders sat, eyes closed, seemingly waiting for someone. Before long, Sandra entered. Without waiting for the elders to speak, she coolly explained, "I've been in seclusion recently, creating my own sword technique." "Elder Sandra is creating her own sword technique?" an elder with a goatee exclaimed in shock. The other elders were just as stunned. Like Sandra, they had all reached the Heavenly Sea Realm, but none of them had the ability to create their own martial techniques yet. "I'm almost done, just need to refine it further," Sandra added as she took a seat in the hall. "Alright, back to the matter at hand." The elder with the goatee spoke, sitting up straight. "A month from now, the Imperial Road Door will bring three new disciples to our sect for a friendly sparring exchange. Last year and the year before, we lost to the Leaving Fire Sect and the Iron Sword Gate. If we lose to the Imperial Road Door this time, the Clyde Sect will find it hard to command respect from other sects." "I've heard that the Imperial Road Door recruited a genius with a sixth-grade bloodline this year. This person has already opened three spirit meridians before even entering their sect. With someone like that, our new disciples likely won't stand a chance," another elder said with a frown. "Grand Elder, is this the reason you called me to this meeting?" Sandra asked. The Grand Elder stroked his goatee and replied, "Elder Sandra, the sect had you take on a disciple specifically for this exchange!" "But the disciple I accepted has a trash-grade bloodline. Opening even a single meridian would be nearly impossible—I have no way of helping you," Sandra said, shaking her head. She had no intention of wasting her time teaching a disciple; she'd rather focus on perfecting her sword technique. Besides, what was the point of teaching someone with no potential? "Elder Sandra, you truly have a keen eye for talent! That 'trash-grade bloodline' disciple of yours has done something remarkable—he received a blessing from an immortal and became the first new disciple to open a meridian!" another elder chimed in, his face full of admiration. "What?" Sandra's expression shifted slightly, her face filled with disbelief. Had her inadvertently chosen disciple really managed to open a meridian?

Chapter 8: Trash-Grade Bloodline Is Too Scary

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