After putting the Black Lightning Stone into his ring, Mo Yu had no intention of further exploring the Douqi Pavilion and turned around to leave.
As he approached the heavy door, he saw a dozen guards with indifferent faces blocking the way. In the corner by the door, an expressionless old man sat on a chair with a pen and a thick notebook in his hands.
Many clansmen were queued up in front of the old man. They took out the fighting skills they had found, presented them for registration, and then squeezed out through a small gap under the watchful eyes of the guards.
This was the procedure for leaving the Douqi Pavilion, primarily to prevent the leakage of skills.
Although these skills were not particularly impressive to Mo Yu, they were highly sought after in Wu Tan City.
After waiting in line, it was finally Mo Yu's turn. He walked forward, took out the scroll of martial arts from his arms, and handed it to the old man.
The old man took the silver-white scroll with one hand, seemed slightly surprised, and looked at Mo Yu with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
After registering the technique, the old man returned it to Mo Yu and looked at him curiously, "You're the rising genius of the Xiao family, aren't you? Not bad, not bad. A promising talent. The clan leader was right.
This Thunder Art is the highest level of thunder-related skills in the family. With hard work, your future achievements will be limitless."
Mo Yu nodded casually, put the scroll away, and was about to leave when he noticed two familiar figures, one in black and one in blue.
It was Xiao Yan and Xun'er.
Seeing this, Mo Yu stopped, leaned against the gate, and waited for them to finish their registration.
Xiao Yan and Xun'er noticed Mo Yu's presence. They smiled and nodded before quickening their pace.
After a while, the two of them completed their registration.
"Cousin Mo Yu, you seem to be in a good mood. Did you find a very suitable martial art in the family? Xun'er also has many excellent martial arts. If you don't mind, Xun'er can give you a high-level Xuan-level lightning martial art."
Noticing Mo Yu's faint smile, the thoughtful Xun'er assumed he had obtained a high-level martial art from the family. She didn't understand why Mo Yu, who was usually so mysterious, would be interested in the declining Xiao family's martial arts, but she spoke kindly.
Xiao Yan, standing beside her, did not feel jealous. He knew that Xun'er's actions were out of concern for him.
Mo Yu had supported and encouraged Xiao Yan during his three years of hardship, which was not only a favor to Xiao Yan but also to Xun'er.
Xiao Yan had no doubts about Xun'er's ability to offer a high-level Xuan-grade lightning technique. She had previously offered him a high-level Xuan-grade fire technique, which he had declined.
Hearing this, Mo Yu was initially surprised, then realized that his joy over the Black Lightning Stone was misunderstood. He chuckled and said, "I'm just in a good mood for personal reasons. I don't need any advanced Xuan-level skills for now, but thank you, Xun'er."
He then added with a teasing tone, "Just so you know, Xun'er, I'll keep an eye on Xiao Yan and make sure he doesn't get involved with other girls."
As he finished speaking, Mo Yu rubbed his chin and started to murmur to himself, "Aside from Xun'er, there's Yafei, Xiao Yixian, Medusa, Yun Yun, Qinglin… Xiao Yan will likely attract many women in the future. Can I really keep up with all of them? I, Mo Yu, am definitely not that kind of person."
In response to Mo Yu's joke, Xun'er and Xiao Yan exchanged smiles and shook their heads.
Xun'er trusted Xiao Yan completely and was not overly concerned about his interactions with others. She knew he was not a lustful person.
At that moment, Xiao Yan was focused on his cultivation and was not particularly interested in romantic matters.
However, both were surprised by Mo Yu's casual rejection of advanced Xuan-level techniques. Could it be that Mo Yu practiced Earth-level techniques?
Earth-level skills were extremely rare, even in the entire Gama Empire. Such techniques were highly coveted and could ensure a family's prosperity. If Mo Yu indeed practiced Earth-level techniques, he would soon become a Dou Huang as long as he survived.
Heaven-level techniques were considered even more exceptional, and only a few in the ancient clans could practice them. Yao Lao in Xiao Yan's body could not produce a Heaven-level technique.
Mo Yu noticed the shock in Xiao Yan and Xun'er's expressions but didn't mind. He waved his hand and chuckled, "Let's go. It's time to head back."
After leaving the crowded gate, Mo Yu took a few deep breaths of fresh air and felt satisfied with the results of his visit.
"How did it go? Yan'er, Xiaoyu?"
A figure approached slowly, looking into the gate with a smile.
Turning to see Xiao Zhan's smiling face, Xiao Yan grinned and nodded, revealing a dark red scroll under his sleeve.
Seeing the dark red color, Xiao Zhan finally relaxed and looked at Mo Yu with anticipation.
Mo Yu, mirroring Xiao Yan, revealed a silver-white scroll under his sleeve.
Seeing that both Mo Yu and Xiao Yan had obtained the family's most powerful martial arts, Xiao Zhan, usually so serious, couldn't help but smile with pride.
He reached out, patted Mo Yu and Xiao Yan on the shoulders, and said with a smile, "Now that you have the skills, Xiao Yu, since you've reached the Fighter level, you can start practicing.
And Yan'er, don't rush. Once you become a Fighter, you can truly begin practicing your fighting spirit."
Mo Yu and Xiao Yan exchanged helpless smiles.
Xiao Yan knew Mo Yu's technique was likely Earth-level or higher, otherwise, he wouldn't have so casually declined Xun'er's offer.
Mo Yu, aware of Xiao Yan's future path, would certainly choose the Burning Decree.
Thus, both felt they were not quite deserving of Xiao Zhan's generous encouragement.
Before they left, Xiao Zhan looked at Mo Yu with a thoughtful expression and said, "By the way, Xiao Yu, there's a family gathering tonight. Be sure to attend."
Seeing Xiao Zhan's seriousness, Mo Yu had a few mischievous thoughts but nodded in agreement.
"Okay, Uncle. I'll be there on time."