The fifth elder observed Wu Zheng as he meticulously sized up the monumental stones, noting the thoughtful furrow in the young man's brow. After a moment, the elder stepped forward. "Wu Zheng, take this quill and carve your name on the Qi Condensation realm monument stone."
Wu Zheng accepted the quill, his grip steady and deliberate. As he etched his name into the stone, a soft light pulsed from its surface, illuminating the area above his name. The number 16,887 flickered for a moment before it jumped to 16,888 and then faded away, leaving behind a sense of permanence.
With the ritual complete, Wu Zheng followed the fifth elder out of the hall. After exchanging polite farewells, they parted ways, Wu Zheng making his way back to his mother's house.
He called for her, and it wasn't long before Wu Hua emerged from within, a warm smile gracing her features. "Wu Zheng, did you go to the monumental area to carve your name?" she asked, her tone filled with motherly pride.
"Yes, mother, I just returned from there," Wu Zheng replied, maintaining his calm demeanor, even as a sense of accomplishment swelled within him.
"I want to learn a movement and offensive Earth-rank technique, but as you know, I don't have the qualifications to access the third floor." He paused, gauging her reaction. "Mother, could you retrieve a few Earth-rank techniques for me from the third floor? You promised me last time."
"I remember," Wu Hua said, her brow furrowing in thought. "I will make a trip to the third floor. Wait here."
As she left for the Wu Pavilion, Wu Zheng settled into a meditative position, letting his mind drift. The room was quiet, offering him a moment to reflect on his goals. Although he possessed several high-tier techniques from his past life, he knew that learning them openly would draw unnecessary attention. The Earth-rank techniques his mother would bring were both practical and discreet, allowing him to cultivate a fighting style that would not reveal his true potential.
An hour later, Wu Hua returned, carrying several slim books. Wu Zheng stood as she entered. "These are some Earth techniques our clan has," she said, her voice encouraging. "Each book contains only the first part of the technique and a brief summary. Read through them and let me know which ones you'd like. I can get the full versions for you."
"Yes, Mother," he replied, genuine excitement flickering in his eyes. It pleased him to see her satisfaction, a reminder of the bond they shared.
"You can read here," Wu Hua said, handing him the books. "I'll be in my room. If you have any questions, come to me."
Once alone, Wu Zheng crossed his legs and began poring over the texts. He felt a thrill at the prospect of acquiring new skills. Each technique presented a unique approach to combat, and he was eager to absorb their wisdom.
As he read through the techniques, he noted their practical applications. For offensive technique, he decided on the Song of Inferno. This technique, divided into four parts, would allow him to transform his spirit Qi into fire Qi. In a fight, he could envelop his sword with flames, harness the power of fire to shoot projectiles, create a sword of flame from his spirit Qi, or unleash slashes of fire through the air without needing a weapon.
For movement, he chose the Moon Step Technique, also comprising four parts. The first part would enhance his speed and lightness, allowing him to traverse any terrain silently. The second part would enable him to climb with ease, while the third and fourth parts would grant him the ability to walk on water and, ultimately, air.
The prospect of walking on air was tantalizing. Though mastering it before reaching the Nascent Soul realm would be challenging, doing so would grant him unparalleled mobility. A cultivator who could retreat at will became nearly untouchable among those below the Golden Core realm.
Satisfied with his choices, Wu Zheng closed the books, a sense of determination settling within him. He would cultivate these techniques discreetly, allowing the impression of mediocrity to mask the true depth of his abilities. In a world where expectations ran high, this strategy would serve him well as he continued his journey toward strength.