Chapter 2083 — Choosing a Martial Technique
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"Grandfather, the clan head has told me to choose a martial technique!" Han Xiaohu said. "Please, Grandfather, take us to the library in the treasure vault!"
"Good—we'll go right now. It works out well, too: Mr. Lin can help you weigh which martial technique suits you best!" Han Tianba nodded.
As for the fine things in the treasure vault, Han Tianba did not mind letting Wei Zhao see them. It was plain that Wei Zhao was not a greedy man—apart from the colorful steel he had named specifically, he seemed never to ask for anything of his own initiative; the only Qi-Gathering Pill materials had been offered up by the Hidden Han Family of their own accord.
Wei Zhao, for his part, was naturally somewhat interested in the Hidden Han Family's treasure vault—not in the treasures themselves, but in the secret manuals it held. What the Hidden Han Family had discovered was an ancient ruin, and who knew whether some extraordinary manuals might be found within?
Feng Nitian, Zhang Naipao—it seemed that every ancient ruin discovered by an ancient sect contained one formidable cultivation method or martial technique. Wei Zhao wanted to see whether the Hidden Han Family had something of the kind.
The three of them came together to the treasure vault. There were two doors here: one led to the place where the treasures were kept, and the other, naturally, to the scripture pavilion, where the originals of the cultivation methods and martial techniques the Hidden Han Family had found in the ancient ruins were stored.
"Mr. Lin, the treasure vault is this way, the scripture pavilion that way. Where shall we go first?" Han Tianba asked.
"Straight to the scripture pavilion. We won't bother with the vault." Wei Zhao had no need of other treasures just now; it was the scripture pavilion he was eager to see.
"Good!" Han Tianba nodded in approval. It seemed his guess had been right—Wei Zhao was no greedy sort, one to take without end or limit.
Taking out a key, Han Tianba passed the code and fingerprint checks and opened the door to the scripture pavilion. But once inside, Wei Zhao was deeply disappointed!
In Wei Zhao's imagination, a scripture pavilion should at the very least be like a bookstore—many shelves, dazzlingly lined with every kind of cultivation method and martial technique and material on training. Yet what met his eyes now was a stone platform, and on the platform several boxes stood side by side—fewer than ten in all.
"This is the scripture pavilion?" Wei Zhao stared at the room before him, somewhat astonished and rather at a loss for words.
"Mr. Lin, this is our Hidden Han Family's scripture pavilion—crude, with few secret manuals. Our Hidden Han Family is far too short of resources…" Han Tianba smiled bitterly. "This is the secret manual of an entire sect, and it is all here…"
"A whole sect, and only these few manuals?" Wei Zhao was taken aback.
"The truly great sects were very strict in taking disciples. Without the proper constitution and aptitude, it was impossible to enter such an ancient sect to train. And it is only natural that an ancient sect like this would have comparatively few cultivation methods and martial techniques," Han Tianba explained.
"Oh?" Wei Zhao nodded. He thought of the Ice Palace, where all cultivation was of ice-attribute methods, and the martial techniques were probably much the same, with inner disciples likewise not accepted at random—likely much like the sect that had once stood in this ancient ruin.
Only, Wei Zhao was puzzled. "Do the other hidden clans have such scanty training materials as well?"