The charcoal fire crackled in the spacious hall, its flames casting the cheerful figures of the crowd.
“These are the Secret Techniques I promised that can be used directly,” Morrie introduced by the table, “There’s the Boxing Secret Techniques ‘Thousand-Armed Fist’, as well as ‘Crack-Stone Palm’; ‘Crystal Perception’, which both heals and strengthens the body; and an elemental sword technique…”
They now finally understood what ‘Crystal Perception’ was—it was a recovery-type Secret Technique! This practically meant that many of the people present tonight would essentially be Resonating with a ‘hospital-like’ ability.
When they heard about the effects of “Silent Night,” their minds instantly snapped to sobriety.
As powerful as the ‘Blazing Sword Path’ and the ‘Frosty Sword Art’ were, they paled in comparison to ‘Silent Night’. This was the legendary mental-type attack ability that Yang Zicang could wield!
“So this is ‘Silent Night’?”
Xu Aiyuan picked up a Substitute Practice Contract that was placed beside Yang Zicang.
A divine light shimmered in her beautiful eyes.
“Mr. Zicang is truly generous to give away treasures like these, just like that. If it were me, I might only be willing to take out two or three copies and hand them out to the squad leaders.”
Everyone knew perfectly well that she wasn’t wrong. Bringing out two or three copies was already a gesture of goodwill. Some people, having such contracts, would only offer a discounted sale, and even then, everyone would be fighting over them.
Yang Zicang, holding his wine glass, turned his head slightly as a sign of subtle gratitude to the girl for openly singling him out for praise in front of everyone.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a daze and looked up at the ceiling of the great hall. Hanging from the rock-carved structure were iron hoop chandeliers used to hold candles, but they had long been abandoned.
Did I see that wrong… Yang Zicang thought in confusion, then looked back at his wine glass.
Was that the reflection of a burning candle in the cup just now?
“Brother Zicang.” Boboli, who had been keeping an eye on Yang Zicang, quickly called out with a questioning tone.
The tipsy Yang Zicang nodded apologetically.
“I’m fine, still wide awake.”
“Hahaha.”
Hearing this bravado that was so common back on Earth, everyone smiled as they watched Morrie’s distribution, their hearts racing with excitement while they pricked up their ears.
“…As the degree of familiarity increases, it will rapidly align with this experience…” It might take just a month or two to fully master the centuries-old secret technique experience contained within and become a grandmaster.”
Upon hearing this confirmation, everyone gasped.
“Incredible—how is that achieved?”
“In truth, you only need to grasp a few percent to consider it fully mastered. Because it’s centuries of martial arts experience, the practitioner has long been adept and proficient.”
Xu Aiyuan sat quietly beside Yang Zicang, a faint smile on her face as she glanced at the young man explaining how to use it to the people at both ends of the long table.
Everyone took the contracts fondly, one after another.
As expected of someone who caused such a stir in the Lost Frequency Land, truly remarkably resourceful—to have found a way to learn secret techniques that would normally take decades to master. The question is, can this method be obtained?
Chef Ma Bin sat diagonally opposite Yang Zicang. After receiving the secret technique bearing 《Splitting Rock Palm》 in his hand, tears welled up in his eyes immediately, and he couldn’t wait to tightly clench it and learn it.
Countless scenes of battles with primitive monsters surged like wisps of mist, quickly emerging and vanishing. These flashes of training experience passed through, as if they had accompanied him throughout his entire life.
A surging warmth erupted deep within his body, darting through the muscles in every part like a group of tiny loaches.
“This… such a devastatingly powerful palm technique?！”
The man, whose figurine was only a chef’s model, had implored the timing many times before finally getting a chance to enter Hubtown. He had never imagined that as a chef he would one day learn such a powerful palm technique.
From now on… he would no longer be just the person who could only cook; from now on, he could have more choices in his life!
……
The people around him were all stroking the secret techniques in their hands.
The chest models of many were flickering continuously, clearly indicating that someone was contacting them to make a purchase.
Some faces showed signs of internal struggle, while others, after a brief weighing of pros and cons, used them immediately. Still others, acquaintances, bent their heads to discuss whether to trade with each other and choose a secret technique that better suited them.
“It’s our turn, Captain.”
The light-emitting paper was passed over to the excited group beside Xiao Yushan.
“This is the sword technique I wanted—is it really being given to me?”
The red-haired youth looked at the Flame Sword in his hand, then raised his head to Morrie, who gave him a slight nod.
He buried his head awkwardly and said, “Sorry, Alexander, I’m really sorry about before.”
“It’s okay, you’re Dutch, right? We’re practically neighbors.”
Xiao Yushan, who had been sitting on pins and needles, raised his head and said, “Sorry, what happened before… it was all my fault.”
“No worries, we’re all former teammates. Now that I have the ability, it’s only natural to help boost everyone’s strength.”
Morrie placed the Training Contract beside the snowy white porcelain dish in front of Xiao Yushan before walking toward another side.
Staring at the Training Contract shimmering with faint light, Xiao Yushan felt a whirlwind of emotions.
……
“Excuse me.” A voice sounded from a distance. “Great Master Zicang, this Training Contract should be some kind of model’s ability, right? Is it literally what it says?”
“There are so many Training Contracts; it can’t be literal. Nobody has enough energy to train so many at once unless the position allows for simultaneous production of multiple books. But each one is obviously different.”
Yang Zicang glanced at Boboli. “The Training Contract is this teammate of ours’ ability. He can learn many things on your behalf.”
The crowd looked at Boboli in astonishment, finally understanding why this guy was hanging out with Yang Zicang.
“Holy crap, there’s a model as awesome as that?”
Yang Zicang sat down, listening to the voices and laughter around him growing eerier and more elusive…
“…May I ask Mr. Boboli, could you let us know how you managed to complete decades or even centuries of training in such a short time?”
How could he ask such a question, Yang Zicang thought, but it didn’t matter anyway, since the Stamp World was even rarer than the means to acquire the Wish Talisman.
“Well, this is all thanks to Mr. Zicang’s Complete Stamp Emblem.”
“Ah?” These people were stunned as they all looked toward Yang Zicang.
Listening to Morrie unreservedly explain how he used the Wish Talisman to contact himself in the Stamp World, Yang Zicang felt a mix of nostalgic amusement and anxiety rising within him.
No matter how lively the atmosphere was, Morrie had already changed the future.
And it was his own future…
“No wonder the three of you dare to call yourselves a ‘Syndicate’; truly, not one of you is dispensable.”
“So that’s how it is!”
“Alas, it turns out to be the Complete Stamp World. This is indeed hard to replicate. I was almost misled by the quantity Mr. Alexander released; these contract books are tens of thousands of times more precious than I imagined.”
“That’s right,” Yang Zicang said, not missing the chance to advertise, “Everyone, if you manage to obtain a Complete Stamp Emblem in the future, remember to come to our Mr. Boboli.”
{Looks like you all are quite satisfied with these contract books.}
“Who’s there?” Everyone was suddenly startled.
The familiar hoarse thought voice abruptly made Yang Zicang’s eyes flash.
Boom! Rocks rained down.
Both inside and outside the hall, everyone looked up. The dome above had suddenly cracked open with fissures, and countless bandages, like venomous snakes, shot in, instantly wrapping around several people below.
“Ahh!”
Some had no time to cry out before being yanked upward, while two people were instantly reduced to withered, skeletal figures.
Two long, narrow strips of cloth slithered toward this end of the long table.
“Watch out!” Yang Zicang sidestepped and lunged to grasp Xu Aiyuan, whose face showed a hint of panic.
Amidst a surge of softness and fragrance, with a sharp *whoosh*, the bandage, like a steel spear, pierced through the dome dozens of meters high and shattered the tabletop with a thunderous crash.
“Who’s up there!”
The people inside the room instantly fell into chaos, shouting at the figure looming above the broken roof as if facing a formidable enemy.
{You may call me… Bandage Doctor.}
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