Following his father Chen Zhan, Chen Wenzhong walked past the Chen family's houses to the very depths of the estate, where a four-story pavilion appeared before him.
Upon seeing the plaque 'Martial Skills Pavilion' above the door, Chen Wenzhong knew they had arrived.
"Who goes there?"
A voice came from the pavilion, followed by the appearance of a hunched, white-haired old lady before Chen Wenzhong.
"Elder Chen Hualan, no need to worry. It’s me, Chen Zhan, the head of the Chen family, and my son Chen Wenzhong!"
Seeing the old lady, Chen Zhan bowed respectfully.
"Chen Zhan? As the clan head, why are you entering this restricted area of the Chen family without reason?"
Despite Chen Zhan's status, Elder Chen Hualan did not show any sign of respect, maintaining her stern tone.
"Elder Chen Hualan, you misunderstand! I am here because my son has reached the Martial Practitioner realm, and I wanted to bring him here to choose a martial skill to practice!"
"Oh? Your son is already a Martial Practitioner? Not bad, not bad!"
Realizing Chen Zhan was not breaking the rules, Elder Chen Hualan's tone softened slightly as she looked towards Chen Wenzhong and immediately assessed his level.
"Chen Wenzhong, you may enter! All unrelated persons must stay outside."
"Of course, of course!"
Chen Zhan moved to the side, signaling to Chen Wenzhong that from here on, it was up to him.
With no choice, Chen Wenzhong followed Elder Chen Hualan into the Martial Skills Pavilion, and the doors closed behind them.
Inside the Martial Skills Pavilion.
Seeing the densely packed bookshelves on the first floor, Chen Wenzhong was stunned. These were all martial skill manuals, and there were three more floors of them! No wonder the Chen family had remained the longest-standing family in Tianwu City.
"Chen Wenzhong! Currently, you are only at the Martial Practitioner level, so you can only choose from the skill manuals on this first floor. Once you’ve chosen, come over to this table for registration!"
After speaking, Elder Chen Hualan went to her rocking chair and lay down.
Ignoring her, Chen Wenzhong walked towards the shelves all the Chen family disciples dreamed of entering. He picked up a book and read its title—'Eagle Claw Hand.' The description read: It trains the hands to be sharp and tough. By following the unique energy circulation of this technique, one will form indestructible claws.
"Wow, just from the description, it sounds powerful! And what about this 'Flying Legs'? Whoa, it claims to enable supersonic movement!"
Reading one exaggerating description after another, Chen Wenzhong felt increasingly dubious.
"Alright, Zhongzi! Stop flipping through those useless, weak techniques. Look at the gift I, the God of Music, prepared for you!"
The God of Music's entire being began to 

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