Chapter 6: Unparalleled Insight

"Main character faction?" Li Jian-san suddenly remembered that, in the novel, Lin Chong and his son would become the pig teammates of the protagonist, causing him, the villain, no end of trouble. It would be best to eliminate them now, saving himself trouble in the future.

Li Jian-san asked, "System, how is this random reward obtained?"

"Master, when you complete tasks, level up, or defeat enemies, you may trigger a random reward," the system explained.

"What kind of rewards are there?" Li Jian-san inquired.

"The rewards are randomly generated. They could be martial arts techniques, cultivation, top-tier treasures, super pills..." The system paused.

Li Jian-san continued, "So what exactly is this invincible comprehension?"

The system replied, "It means that after gaining invincible comprehension, no matter how obscure or difficult the martial arts technique is, you can master it at a glance. Moreover, during this time, you can immediately perceive others' weaknesses, such as flaws in their cultivation or martial arts techniques..."

"Doesn't that make me a super academic genius?" Li Jian-san mused.

"That’s one way to put it," the system responded. "But this effect only lasts for half an hour. Please make good use of it, Master."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go to the Scripture Hall." Li Jian-san could hardly wait, striding toward the Scripture Hall.

The Scripture Hall was the repository for martial arts techniques and resources. All disciples of Shengjing Sect could select martial arts here.

Li Jian-san, as the young master of Shengjing Sect, was free to learn any martial arts technique he desired.

Martial arts techniques were created by ancestors and predecessors based on their own experience, allowing one to greatly amplify their inner spiritual power and enhance their strength.

Martial arts were ranked in nine tiers: Tier One being the weakest, Tier Nine the strongest. Yet, a Tier Nine technique hadn't appeared on the continent of Nine Provinces for ages...

"Elder Zhao Hua, I've come to select martial arts," Li Jian-san announced as he entered, offering a respectful gesture to the white-bearded elder before him.

Though the elder’s attire was shabby, Li Jian-san showed him no disrespect.

In Li Jian-san’s memory, Elder Zhao Hua was known for his eccentric temperament, dubbed the ‘mad old man’ of Shengjing Sect.

No one knew his true strength, for none had seen him in action.

Elder Zhao Hua looked at Li Jian-san, a faint smile of relief on his face. The young master finally wished to cultivate—this was a good sign.

He said, "Alright, go ahead. Young master, since you're just beginning, check the first floor for suitable martial arts."

"No, the first floor's techniques are rubbish. I want to go to the third floor!" Li Jian-san insisted.

In his recollection, the third floor housed the highest-level techniques.

Zhao Hua cautioned, "Young master, you’re only starting. Learning third-floor techniques rashly may..."

"Do I need you to teach me how to cultivate? Or are you doubting my abilities?" Li Jian-san retorted, striding directly into the Scripture Hall.

Seeing Li Jian-san disappear inside, Zhao Hua’s cloudy eyes betrayed a hint of regret.

"The young master is still the same. But if he’s willing to cultivate now, it’s a good thing. Let him try—it may convince him to retreat in the face of difficulty..."

Martial arts techniques were intimately tied to a sect's strength. The more powerful techniques a sect possessed, the more strong cultivators it could foster, and the longer its legacy would endure.

Thus, Shengjing Sect managed its martial arts techniques strictly. Typically, the first floor held Tier One techniques, available to all outer disciples.

The second floor held Tier Two techniques, accessible only to inner disciples.

The third floor housed Tier Three techniques, reserved for inner disciples selected for special cultivation.

But Li Jian-san, as the young master, was exempt from such restrictions—he could learn whatever he wished.

"Dragon Serpent Palm, Summer Fist..." Soon, the sound of pages turning echoed within the hall.

"Not even patient enough to read... How can this boy be so restless?" Zhao Hua’s expression soured at the sound of Li Jian-san rapidly flipping through books.

Li Jian-san had wasted several years already; Zhao Hua thought his visit to the Scripture Hall signaled newfound determination. He hadn’t expected the boy to be so reckless, lacking even the patience to read a single book.

"It seems he’s just here for fun, after all. He’s infamous as a debauched troublemaker—how could he possibly be here to cultivate..."

Glancing again, Zhao Hua saw Li Jian-san barely glancing at each book before quickly picking up the next.

How could anyone learn anything like that? He probably couldn’t even remember the titles.

With a cold snort, Zhao Hua ignored him.

"Alas... I’m obviously a super academic genius now, yet I’m constantly misunderstood," Li Jian-san thought, aware of Zhao Hua’s earlier remarks thanks to his invincible comprehension.

"The third floor’s techniques amount to only a few hundred volumes. Within half an hour, I should master them all."

Quickly, Li Jian-san mastered all the techniques of the third floor.

To know, there were several hundred books on the third floor!

Not to mention mastering them, just memorizing the contents would require three or four years of relentless study, without eating or sleeping.

But Li Jian-san was different. With the system’s golden finger, he only needed a glance.

Once he had digested these techniques, Li Jian-san exited the Scripture Hall.

"Young master, why didn't you select any martial arts?" Zhao Hua asked, puzzled at seeing Li Jian-san walk out empty-handed.

Even if you’re just pretending, at least take a book with you...

"I’ve already memorized all the techniques on the third floor," Li Jian-san replied calmly. He’d wanted to say he’d mastered them, but feared the old man might die of shock, so he phrased it more mildly.

Hearing this, Zhao Hua’s dislike grew.

If he claimed to have memorized one technique in such a short time, it would still stretch credulity, but might be slightly believable.

But Li Jian-san claimed to have memorized them all.

That was simply fantastical.

The third floor’s techniques were few in number, but extremely obscure and difficult. To memorize them all so quickly?

Wasn’t that just pure pretense?

"Fooling around, you think flipping through books is enough? Tell me, what did you memorize?" Zhao Hua snapped.

Even he, after decades here, dared not claim to have memorized all the third floor’s techniques.

"Must martial arts be studied thoroughly? Is swift browsing just folly?" Li Jian-san was amused by the old man’s stubbornness.

Must I slap your face before you relent?

Zhao Hua’s face grew dark. "Fine, since you say you memorized them, tell me what you remember."

"Taiyi Escape, Sun Finger, Eight Trigram Palm, Nine Dragon Step, Western Fist..." Li Jian-san recited every technique from the third floor.

Zhao Hua was a little surprised.

This boy was clever, having remembered the names; was it just to boast later?

"Alright, since you memorized them, let me test you: What does the third chapter of Ancient Fist Technique discuss?"

Li Jian-san paused—perhaps it was time to slap that face indeed.

Silence from Li Jian-san made Zhao Hua’s expression grow even gloomier. "Let’s see how you pretend..."

"The third chapter of Ancient Fist Technique demonstrates the actions of kicking, striking, throwing, and grappling from the Zhenfan Fist Method..."

As Li Jian-san recited the moves from the Vajra Sutra, Zhao Hua’s pupils involuntarily contracted.

The Ancient Fist Technique was written in classical language, and was among the most cryptic skills on the third floor. Even after decades, Zhao Hua had only grasped its moves.

Yet Li Jian-san not only recited the moves, but translated the annotations.

Had he truly understood Ancient Fist Technique just by flipping through it?

"Tell me the first layer of Dragon Serpent Step," Zhao Hua asked in a daze.

Coincidence, it must be coincidence—how could he comprehend the third floor’s techniques in such a short time?

No, I must test him further.

"Dragon Serpent Step: Move like shadow and wind..." Li Jian-san recited, then departed.

Hearing Li Jian-san quote the moves, Zhao Hua was left utterly astonished.

With such memory, is he a demon?

"Is this boy really just beginning cultivation? He seems more like a seasoned monster..."

Watching Li Jian-san’s departing figure, Zhao Hua’s face showed several layers of shock.

Such comprehension was beyond anything he could aspire to. The young master was truly a martial arts prodigy—not nearly as decadent as the rumors claimed...