The young martial artists who came to carry out the glorious tradition were instead sent off on stretchers by ambulance from Building 2.

The noisy, bustling downstairs instantly fell quiet once more.

Huang Fengwan and the others exchanged bewildered glances; this whole affair was truly bizarre. The newcomers’ strength was unexpectedly formidable; not only had they defeated the seniors sent to enforce the glorious tradition, but they had also drawn out Asura, the very chief of the Martial Discourse Department.

After several seconds of silence, someone finally couldn't hold back and asked, "What do we do now? The others came to enforce the tradition, then just left. We still have to see them every day."

Under everyone's gaze, Huang Fengwan sighed, "Alas! I'll go try to probe their intentions..."

A wave of silence settled over the group. Initially, they only wanted the newcomers to settle down, not harbor any ill will. They were concerned the newcomers might suffer if taught a lesson by the seniors, yet they hadn't expected this group of new arrivals to be so ferocious, sending the seniors straight to the hospital.

Huang Fengwan cautiously made his way to the sixth floor and gently knocked on Qin Fen’s door.

"Come in."

As Qin Fen’s voice faded, the door naturally swung open—this special voice-activated door afforded an indescribable sense of ease.

One only needed to sit in the room, issue a command, and one could see who was outside without having to walk over to open the door; a simple utterance of "Come in" sufficed.

Huang Fengwan labored to steady his emotions and carefully stepped into the room, once again finding that group of young men who had just fought fiercely over who ranked third.

Huang Fengwan muttered inwardly again, "Where on earth did these powerhouses emerge from?"

"Hello, my name is Qin Fen."

Huang Fengwan froze upon seeing Qin Fen rise enthusiastically to greet him.

Before coming, he had considered every possible scenario: cold sarcasm? Refusal to meet? He had never imagined things turning out this way.

Huang Fengwan vigorously shook his head, looking at the approaching Qin Fen. He knew it wasn't a hallucination, which made it even more unbelievable. Wasn't this man supposed to be supremely dominant? Facing the provocation from the seniors, he didn't even lift a finger, yet simply sent people to beat them all into the hospital. Why was he so warm and welcoming?

"How should I address you?" Qin Fen stood before Huang Fengwan and spoke softly, "We are all new entrants to the Saint Martial Hall. I know you bear us no ill will. You initially blocked the way, perhaps, hoping to keep us quiet and prevent those who came earlier from dealing with us harshly, right?"

Huang Fengwan stared blankly at Qin Fen. What? Before his own side could explain, the other party already understood everything?

"Hey," Xue Tian patted a sofa seat and waved enthusiastically, "New brothers, come sit over here. We can tell who truly harbors hostility towards us and who genuinely wishes us well."

"Oh..." Huang Fengwan nodded mechanically and quickly cupped his hands toward the group, "Huang Fengwan, arrived at the Saint Martial Hall three months ago, currently residing on the twenty-eighth floor. Thank you all for your understanding."

Qin Fen guided Huang Fengwan into the room by pushing his back, walking over to stand beside Morad. "The person who fought you usually leaves people either dead or injured. He's still plotting how to kill me daily, but he only knocked you out. This shows he didn't mean serious harm. Please don't take offense."

Morad raised his eyelids to glance at Qin Fen, his look seeming to chastise Qin Fen for interfering and explaining things. Only then did he look toward Huang Fengwan and lightly raise his hand in a slight salute, acknowledging him.

Huang Fengwan looked at Qin Fen with surprise, then at Morad. How could the relationship between these two sound so complicated?

He walked into the room in a daze, sat down in bewilderment, and looked around at every smiling face. He listened blankly as they announced their names. Huang Fengwan felt as though he were dreaming. These people, who had been incredibly fierce toward the seniors just moments ago, now looked as endearing as angels.

"Um... I should first notify my peers downstairs," Huang Fengwan’s brain finally returned to normal. He quickly took out his insignia. Seeing the others gesture for him to proceed, he hastily connected and said, "Everyone, it’s nothing, we've cleared things up."

From the insignia came the long, drawn-out sighs of relief from the group downstairs.

Qin Fen chuckled and shook his head. It seemed Yang Lie and Morad's performances were too eye-catching, instilling some fear in their fellow martial artists.

Huang Fengwan took a drink looted by Xue Tian from Qin Fen’s refrigerator. His heart gradually calmed down. He quietly listened to the group’s conversation and realized that Qin Fen and the others were discussing the recent fight.

After listening for just a few minutes, Huang Fengwan felt both confused and shocked. Some of the analyses offered by these individuals were completely incomprehensible, seemingly belonging to an entirely different realm. Shock? Huang Fengwan had never been so shocked. Compared to the battle itself, the discussion that followed was even more astonishing. Judging from the parts he could understand, every young man offering an opinion was explaining and analyzing without holding back a single thing.

Having stayed at the Saint Martial Hall for three months, although Huang Fengwan's strength had improved considerably, his vision had improved the most. In a place like the Saint Martial Hall, even when peers discussed matters, they would always conceal the most crucial insights, only offering partial exchanges.

Huang Fengwan had never seen anyone lay out their entire accumulation of experience like this, not even at the Saint Martial Hall.

Did they not know what "hoarding secrets" meant? Huang Fengwan looked at Qin Fen and the others in confusion. After standing silent for a long time, he suddenly realized Qin Fen was looking at him and asking, "Brother Huang, what are your thoughts?"

"Ah? Me?" Huang Fengwan showed a wry smile, "You are all far superior to me; I won't embarrass myself by speaking."

"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Xue Tian laughed heartily, "Speak up, speak up. Exchange is something that only deepens understanding the more it occurs. Often, while speaking, you might suddenly enlighten yourself or others. Even saying something wrong can be helpful."

Huang Fengwan stared blankly at the gazes of the others for several seconds. "Honestly, I can see very little. I just sensed he was incredibly fierce, but also a bit awkward, though I couldn't pinpoint why."

Baidudu Four Friends Publishing...z, Qin Fen smiled, and the others joined in the laughter, which made Huang Fengwan’s heart flutter—had he said something wrong?

"You are right," Qin Fen sighed. "This is my fault. Yang Lie tried too deliberately to emulate me. Although he still adheres to his own martial path, he ended up imitating me too much."

"But that's fine," Xue Tian said carelessly, "For Yang Lie right now, learning from you helps him progress faster. Once that progression is complete, it will be right for him to cast you aside."

Everyone nodded in agreement. When learning martial arts, didn't everyone start by imitating others? This was no different from learning knowledge; everyone needed that initial period. It just so happened that Yang Lie’s martial path was somewhat similar to Qin Fen's, allowing him to drop his guard and fully absorb the experience. This was a good thing, not a bad one.

"Anything else?" Qin Fen encouraged Huang Fengwan.

"This..." Huang Fengwan scratched his head and replied, "No more."

Beep... The insignia chimed. Qin Fen stopped pressing the issue and casually opened the insignia on his person. A stern voice queried from it, "Qin Fen, are you going to the Ultimate Skill Pavilion today?"

Ultimate Skill Pavilion? Huang Fengwan's jaw dropped without him realizing it. His mind echoed with the question from the insignia: Ultimate Skill Pavilion. Ultimate Skill Pavilion. Ultimate Skill Pavilion!

What was this person's background? Huang Fengwan asked himself. Could he be the son of the Martial Venerable?

Otherwise, how could a newcomer possibly be granted access to the Ultimate Skill Pavilion? That place wasn't accessible to just anyone—B...Yi...Men Shuang! Even those within the Inner Saint Martial Hall couldn't just go whenever they pleased. "No," Qin Fen firmly shook his head. "Can I decide the time myself?"

"Yes, but you only have twelve hours."

"Twelve hours..." Qin Fen chewed the words in his mouth several times before saying, "Then when I go, can I use this channel notification?"

"Yes, you can."

"Alright, I understand."

The insignia conversation ended. Xue Tian looked at Qin Fen with a sly grin. "You can resist the urge to go to the Ultimate Skill Pavilion. Your restraint is impressive."

"Can't be helped, I came from a poor background," Qin Fen shrugged. "With only twelve hours, I need to conserve my energy and prepare properly before I go. I'll go tomorrow; I can't waste a single second."

Baidudu Four Friends Publishing...zm "Tomorrow?" Huang Fengwan looked curiously at Qin Fen. "Since the Ultimate Skill Pavilion can be visited anytime, why wait until tomorrow? Are you even skipping the weekly Martial Arts Lecture at the Saint Martial Hall?"

"Martial Arts Lecture?" Qin Fen was taken aback. "What is that?"

Huang Fengwan showed a look of sudden realization. Because these people were overwhelmingly strong, they had forgotten that these individuals were all newcomers on their very first day at the Saint Martial Hall. How could they know the rules of the Saint Martial Hall? This information should have been relayed by their peers.

"It's like this," Huang Fengwan hastily became serious. "The Saint Martial Hall doesn't hold lectures every day; it lectures once a week. The next session happens to be tomorrow."

The group nodded slowly. Xue Tian spoke up, asking, "If it happens to be outside of class time and I encounter a problem while practicing, what should I do?"

Huang Fengwan assumed the posture of a helpful senior. "That’s simple. You can meditate on it yourself, or you can seek answers from the lecturers in the Martial Discourse Department. Of course, if you want to learn their profound essence, that's almost impossible. Unless..."

Ding Han Jia...Si, E Xin Zui Hui, Di Ni Zui Kuai "Unless what?" Caesar asked immediately.

"Unless..." Huang Fengwan’s smile held deep helplessness. "Unless you formally take them as your master, and they actually agree to accept you as a disciple. This happens frequently at the Saint Martial Hall, but it mostly occurs among martial artists of the Inner Saint Martial Hall. It also happens with Power-Type martial artists, but for Basic Contract types..."

Huang Fengwan just gave a wry smile and said no more, but everyone understood what that smile represented. Basic-Type martial artists were those nearly on the brink of being eliminated. Who would choose such a person as their successor?

The Saint Martial Hall certainly didn't lack genius martial artists; the strong wouldn't choose from Basic-Type martial artists to pass on their legacy.

"Of course," Huang Fengwan concentrated for a moment, "it's not entirely impossible for a Basic Contract martial artist to learn the essence of a profound technique by taking a master. For instance, if a powerhouse simply takes a liking to you and insists on accepting you as a disciple."

Huang Fengwan chuckled dryly a couple more times. "The probability of this is almost zero, but it is a possibility." The group smiled faintly; this chance was countless times smaller than winning the grand lottery.

Which powerhouse would be bored enough to chase after a newcomer, insisting on taking them as a disciple?

"The last possibility..." Huang Fengwan sighed, his eyes flashing with even more helplessness:

"Elixirs."

"That's right, elixirs," Huang Fengwan let out a long breath. "Here at the Saint Martial Hall, no one lacks money, and no one lacks daily necessities, but elixirs are an exception. Although the Saint Martial Hall provides a certain amount of elixirs to its martial artists periodically for assistance, who would ever complain about having too many elixirs? A powerhouse might look down on the elixirs of a Basic-Type martial artist, but those elixirs might still be useful to his direct disciples. If you can present elixirs of sufficient value, you might have a chance to exchange them for a move or two."

"So you mean..." Xue Tian stroked his chin. "If Old Yin joined the Saint Martial Hall, would powerhouses line up behind him, begging him to take them as disciples?"

Qin Fen looked up and seriously contemplated the bizarre scene of countless powerhouses kneeling behind Indarota, insisting he take them as disciples. A smile also touched the corner of his lips. This was truly an interesting scenario; he should arrange for Old Yin to visit sometime.

"Old Yin?" Huang Fengwan shook his head in confusion. "Although their strength is rare among the younger generation, the best way to advance further is to join the Inner Saint Martial Hall or save elixirs while waiting for an opportunity."

Qin Fen looked at Huang Fengwan with suspicion. "Are you saving elixirs?"

Huang Fengwan found that his wry smiles today had been far more frequent than usual. He nodded. "Actually, it's not just me; many people are saving them."

Qin Fen nodded in sudden understanding. The Saint Martial Hall was indeed a realistic place. The rules here, though seemingly cruel and cold-blooded, actually spurred more martial artists to strive harder through this naked ruthlessness, forming a unique environment of martial arts where the fittest survived.

"Then tomorrow, do you know who will be lecturing?" Qin Fen asked with interest. "What is their strength?"

"Tomorrow?" Huang Fengwan brought up the lecture notice. "Oh, this time it’s Ren Tiansheng. He cultivates Mount Sumeru Strength, which very few people practice. He is a fourteen-star martial artist."

"Mount Sumeru Strength?" Qin Fen raised an eyebrow in surprise. Among the top tier techniques, few could rival the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill in terms of raw power. Mount Sumeru Strength was one of them.

"Interesting." Qin Fen looked at Ren Tiansheng's profile with keen interest. A cultivator who focused on such rigorous internal strength would likely have a powerful, direct, and fierce style of martial arts. There might be significant gains. However...

Fourteen-star? Qin Fen was slightly surprised. Only a four-star? A martial artist of this star rating probably hadn't undergone Marrow Replacement and Nirvana transformation. If a martial artist who had undergone Marrow Replacement taught the class, perhaps it would yield more experience?

Qin Fen shook his head. Marrow Replacement and Nirvana Transformation wasn't an easy feat to achieve even for someone who had been through Marrow Exchange. Even the Saint Martial Hall, a sacred place for martial arts, couldn't guarantee all its martial artists completed Blood Exchange Rebirth.

Let alone the even higher level of Marrow Replacement and Nirvana Transformation.

A martial artist who hasn't reached Marrow Replacement and Nirvana Transformation teaching one who has? Qin Fen could only offer a bitter smile. His own unusual experiences had made his martial path incredibly peculiar.

"If there’s nothing else, I should go back and communicate with the other peers first," Huang Fengwan stood up and said with a smile. "Regarding what happened just now, I'm afraid they still haven't quite processed it."

"Understood." Qin Fen stood up and walked Huang Fengwan to the door. "Thank you for your trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Huang Fengwan walked out happily, secretly pleased that this batch of newcomers was far easier to get along with than he had imagined.

"Old Qin, I should be leaving too," Caesar walked out the door. "The battle I saw today was valuable."

"I'm leaving too," Kaitian Brooks also walked out the door.

Soon, only Qin Fen and Xue Tian remained in the room.

"You're not leaving?" Qin Fen looked at Xue Tian curiously.

"You carry on; don't worry about entertaining me," Xue Tian flopped onto the sofa and turned on the television. "I wonder if there are any good dramas playing?"

Qin Fen shook his head helplessly and returned to the bedroom. Freaks like Xue Tian were truly enviable.