6.
Waking up, the first thing Yang Ze did was look at the transparent screen in front of him. Other than the {Upgrade} option, he had basically figured out the function of the plug-in.
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{Name: Yang Ze}
{Realm: Qi Condensing}
{XP: 100/300}
{Technique: Seaheart Art First Layer}
{Martial Arts: Black Tiger Blade Technique 'Introduction'} [0/100] +
{Efficiency: 100 XP/day}
{Level: 1} (0/10 spirit stones needed to upgrade)
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Looking at the 100 XP and the '+' sign, Yang Ze thought for a moment. Right now he was getting 100 XP every day. He could wait for two more days to improve his realm or just use it now to improve the martial arts.
The moment this thought came to his mind, Yang Ze realized just how weak his determination was. In the face of immediate strength, he wasn't able to control himself.
"Well, I mean, who knows what will happen in two days. I should focus on improving myself."
"Yeah. Yeah. That is the exact reason."
From his childhood, he had been a fan of martial arts. Growing up watching all those movies... it won't be excessive to say that he wanted to become someone just like them.
Now that the chance to move and fight like them was just in front of him, how could he resist this temptation? Without wasting another second, he made up his mind and pushed the '+' button at the Black Tiger Blade Technique.
"Boom."
Yang Ze, who was waiting with a wide grin for the changes to take place, suddenly felt the world around him go blur.
"Shiit... Something is wrong." The changes this time weren't gentle and immediate like the first time when he upgraded his Seaheart Art. The moment he pressed it, Yang Ze lost consciousness. The last thing he remembered was falling back on the bed he had just woken up from.
"Second Young master.."
After two hours, old Xie entered the room carrying breakfast. But after looking at Yang Ze sleeping on the bed, he stopped his voice abruptly and slowly walked out of the room.
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Yang Ze didn't remember how long he slept. The moment he opened his eyes, his entire body was numb. It was as if countless ants were crawling through his body at the same time.
"Ugh. The fuck?"
Standing up slowly, Yang Ze almost fell to the ground. It was as if after the sleep his body forgot to walk.
Taking a deep breath, he walked out of the room. The first thing that greeted him was a plate of food that was placed neatly on the table that was just outside his house attached to the wall.
Looking at the steam rising from the porridge, he stopped for a moment before devouring the food. Even after wiping the plate clean, Yang Ze was still feeling dizzy and hungry. It was as if there wasn't enough strength in his body.
"The fruit."
Taking out the red fruit that he got from the Old Xie, Yang Ze finished it in three bites. At this moment, the qi in his body was turning the fruit into pure energy and nutrients.
It wasn't until an hour later that the feeling of dizziness and hunger completely subsided.
Yang Ze looked at the screen once more before focusing his sight on the martial arts.
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{Name: Yang Ze}
{Realm: Qi Condensing}
{XP : 0/300}
{Technique: Seaheart Art First Layer}
{Martial Arts: Black Tiger Blade Technique 'Small Accomplishment'} [0/300]
{Efficiency: 100 XP/day}
{Level: 1} (0/10 spirit stones needed to upgrade)
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Closing his eyes, Yang Ze felt the changes. At this moment, in the deepest part of his memories, there were memories of him practising the Black Tiger Blade Technique. It was as if he had been practising it for decades. So much so, that it had become another instinct of this body.
Exhaling a mouthful of air, he thought for a moment before picking up a wooden stick from the outside before walking back inside his room. Initially, he wanted to practice it out in the open, but after thinking about it, he gave up on this thought. There was no way in hell he was going to practice outside in the open. It would only bring him endless trouble if someone saw him becoming so proficient in the span of a single day.
After closing his door and blowing out all the candles, Yang Ze stood silently in the dark for a long time.
The moment he opened his eyes again, he rushed forward. Compared to yesterday, his speed, as well as his posture, were completely different. It was as if he had practised this set of moves tens of thousands of times.
Slashing upward, his body didn't leap into the air this time. His right foot which was on the ground suddenly twisted and his body which was still for an instant rotated 360 before slashing out horizontally.
This didn't just end there. After the slash, the hand that was holding the stick suddenly pulled back. At this moment, his body was bent in the shape of a bowstring.
Suddenly he thrust forward with a speed that was impossible to catch with the naked eyes.
At this moment the time stood still. Yang Ze was still immersed in the magical feeling of this martial art. It was as if he had become one with the surroundings. After silently observing the changes in his body, he finally let out a heavy breath.
"The body..... seems different from before."
Feeling the changes in the body, Yang Ze was silent for a long time. He was too familiar with his body. Till yesterday, his body was filled with strength and muscles, yet it was rigid. There were many movements he was unable to do.
But today... It was completely different. The once rigid and stiff body has now become much more flexible. It was as if he had been practising gymnastics from a young age. Right now, he was able to bend his body in ways he never thought were possible.
Practising the Black Tiger Blade Technique was a time-consuming process that took years if not decades. For others, this was a gradual process that happened throughout the years. This was also the main reason why all the people who stepped into the small accomplishment of the Black Tiger Blade Technique were in their late thirties.
Yang Ze on the other hand was the only anomaly in this world who was able to improve the martial arts in a span of a single day. The changes that should have happened over the course of decades occur in the span of a single night. No wonder he lost consciousness. If he had been awake at that time, the pain would have been unbearable.
At this moment, he realized how great a talent his elder brother Yang Hai had as well as the true difference between himself and Yang Hai.
With a nod, he once again took the position of the Black Tiger moment. At this moment, he just wanted to get familiar with his body first. He wanted to see whether there were some additional changes or not.
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Days passed in the blink of an eye. Yang Ze's life was as monotonous as it could have been. His daily routine was to wake up eat, sleep in the garden and then practice the Black Tiger Blade Technique inside the house. During this time he didn't bother to go outside the premises of his small adobe.
While Yang Ze was busy in his own adobe, a different scene was playing on the other side of the family's manor. Inside the main manor of the Yang family, a family meeting was being held. At the start of every month, they would have this meeting to manage the distribution of resources.
However, compared to the past, the family hall this time was unusually quiet. It was as if everyone was waiting for something to happen... something ominous.
On the head seat, Yan Yuanzhen was sitting quietly looking at the thick notebook with a wrinkle on his face. He would occasionally frown and sometimes relax as he scanned the book.
"Patriarch."
It was at this moment when he was still immersed in it, an old voice interrupted his train of thought.
"Old Xie."
Looking at the old Xie who was standing behind him, he frowned for a moment.
"It's like this...."
Moving his mouth near his ear, old Xie started to speak. With every passing second, Yang Yuanzhen's face changed from a frown to anger and then finally into disappointment.
The people sitting there just observed his expression in silence. There were times when they too wanted to speak up but didn't dare to say anything in fear of disturbing him.
Even after Old Xie was finished speaking, Yang Yuanzhen just sat there in silence. It was as if he was hesitating about something. In the end, he gazed across the room, before letting out a helpless sigh.
"Sigh... Forget it."
After shaking his head, he picked up the thick register in front of him with a firm gaze and started speaking in a cold voice.
"As for the last thing, the resources of Yang Ze shall be distributed to Yang Deyi from now on. As for Yang Ze, he will take care of the textile industry in the city of Darati."
His voice was like dropping a bomb in the calm pond. It was bound to raise a few eyebrows. A few of the elders sitting there were surprised, a few disappointed while a few just gave a chuckle.
While it was true that Yang Ze was a talentless twat, he was still the son of the current patriarch. It would have been fine if Yang Yuanzhen just cut off his resources... but assigning those resources to someone else... There were bound to be a few discontent elders. Why was it that instead of them, these resources were allocated to Yang Deyi? After all, they too have relatives who are equally if not more talented than that bastard.
A few of the elders who were already dissatisfied with Yang Deyi's grandfather were already thinking about making a move.
"If there is nothing else, this meeting is adjourned."
Looking at the elders who were sitting there each lost in their own train of thought, Yang Yuanzhen didn't bother to listen to their opinion. In his mind, his decisions were perfect and final.
Picking up the register, he stormed out of the room.
"He looks exceptionally gloomy now. What happened?"
A middle-aged man asked with a frown. Though he could understand the action behind Yang Yuanzhen he couldn't fathom this sudden action against his own son. It was as if he was trying to get rid of him as soon as possible.
A few other elders had a rough idea but no one spoke it out. Right now the priority was to think about the allocated resources and to look for a way whether they could grab it or not.
As for Yang Ze... he was just standing in his room conflicted about the decision he was about to make.