The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 328 Class A, B, and C Treatment
Wu Chengyu accepted the visiting card speechlessly. It seemed that the name Nie Tietui would be his name in Western Xia from now on. When had the name Nie Feng ever been so miserable?

Thinking about his past titles, such as "Great Hero of China" and "Unrivaled in the Nine Provinces," even the lowest title was "Ruthless and Unpredictable." These titles were far less straightforward and down-to-earth than "Iron-Leg Nie." Therefore, the clerk in front of him was truly a talented individual.

Most importantly, Wu Chengyu couldn't get angry, because the other party was indeed acting in his best interest, so who could he reason with?

The other party continued to explain, "There are three types of name cards: A, B, and C. The A-level one goes without saying; it's prepared for true martial arts masters. I've heard that you need to be able to withstand at least fifty moves from Princess Yuzhu to be eligible."

The treatment was incredibly good. Regardless of whether they wanted to pledge allegiance to the princess, as long as they came to our Yangwu Guild Hall, they would immediately receive a small courtyard house with four maids to serve them.

The princess doesn't like having women sleep with her in the guild hall, but if you can get the maid to do it willingly, the princess won't say anything.

Then, not only will there be delicacies and delicious food, and whatever you want to eat will be made for you, but you will also be provided with medicinal herbs for martial arts training, and a hundred taels of silver will be given as a travel allowance when you leave.

If you decide to pledge allegiance to the princess, the treatment will be even better, and you might even be granted an official position. Of course, you don't need to even think about it.

The second type is Class B, which includes a private superior room, servants, and absolutely exquisite food—at least four dishes and a soup at every meal, with unlimited wine. Upon leaving, one receives ten taels of silver as a parting gift.

Wu Chengyu looked down at his name card. One side had the five characters "Nie Feng, Nie Tietui" along with his place of origin and age. The other side had "Yangwu Guild Hall" written on it, with the character "Bing" in the lower right corner.

"I wonder what kind of treatment I'll get as a Class C student."

"Those in the C rank usually know a bit of martial arts and have some farming skills, but many of them are just pretenders. However, our Princess Yuzhu is magnanimous and never holds grudges. C rank guests usually sleep in rooms for four or six people and have a place to bathe, but they must take care of themselves."

But if you take this invitation to the kitchen, I can't guarantee anything else, but you'll have plenty of steamed buns, plenty of meat, and even a pot of fine wine.

It's only because our Princess Yuzhu is so generous that those who come here to freeload, who haven't seen a single meat dish in months outside, can eat as much as they want at our guild hall. Even if we know they're freeloaders, we at least let them have a good meal.

Brother, your timing isn't very good. Things have been a bit tense at our guild hall these past few days, so you've had to eat here. It's a real shame.

"How about this, you eat well tonight, take a good shower, get a good night's sleep, leave tomorrow morning, and come back after some time, once things are settled here. I'll let you stay a few more days, how about that?"

Wu Chengyu didn't come here to hide his skills. Even without using any other martial arts, his Gale Leg Technique alone would be enough to challenge all the masters here. Back in the day, he caused trouble all over Jiangnan but wasn't killed. This leg technique is far from simple.

Putting everything else aside, Wu Chengyu simply couldn't accept sharing a room with several other martial arts figures at night; he knew all too well the aura of these martial arts people.

When I was a child, I read novels and saw those martial arts heroes who lived a carefree and unrestrained life, roaming the world. How dashing and free they were!

Now he finally understood that in ancient times, hygiene conditions were poor, and people from all walks of life traveled everywhere, taking pride in not being particular about details.

So when these people gather in one place, it won't be long before the place is filled with the smell of sweat, foot odor, blood, and a series of shameless farts.

In short, Wu Chengyu would absolutely not live with them, and Lei Datou was unwilling to either.

"If I don't want to live in Class C, I don't know where I can improve my living conditions."

"That's simple. Our princess said that when it comes to martial arts, there's no need to be so particular about who's better or worse. Everyone can just have a fight to determine who's superior."

Moreover, as the saying goes, "in literature there is no first place, but in martial arts there is no second place." People in the martial arts world have never been willing to admit defeat to each other, so how could they be willing to be inferior to others?

Look over there, do you see a small two-story building? There's a flag hanging there that says "Making Friends Through Martial Arts." There's a training ground in front of that building, a place to challenge your own level.

There are challengers there every day, some are in the second tier. You can level up if you draw or win, and then your treatment will naturally be different.

Brother, could it be that I'm seeing things? Your martial arts skills are really that good? That shouldn't be the case. I've heard that masters all have an aura, even fake masters have to put on an aura. Unlike you, little brother, I always feel like you're the kind of person who gets bullied.

If you really want to challenge, that's fine, but you have to be realistic about your abilities. I'll help you check out today's defending champion.

The clerk took out a booklet from the side, which looked more like a schedule, and examined it very carefully.

"Brother, you're out of luck. Today, the B-level champion defending the title is the Bloodthirsty Tu Wan. He carries two big awls and loves to bleed people. He's outstanding among B-level masters. I heard he'll be promoted to A-level soon."

Why don't you wait a bit? Besides, it's getting late, and dinner is almost ready. You should have a good meal and rest first, then go fight tomorrow. I checked, and tomorrow's Class B champion is Master Lin, the Cloud-Rubbing Master. He's the most amiable of all the Class B masters, after all, he's a monk. If you challenge Tu Wan tonight, you might get seriously injured, but if you challenge Master Lin tomorrow, you'll at most fall a few times.”

"Does finishing in League B mean you can compete in League A?"

"That won't work. You can only fight once a day. After you finish the B-level fight, you can apply to fight the A-level fight. You can only challenge the princess when she has time to watch in person."

"At that time, it might be any random Rank A expert, or even the princess herself who might be tempted to fight. I've heard that Rank A experts personally recognized by the princess receive better treatment. But, brother, you're not kidding, are you? Are you really an expert?"

For Wu Chengyu, sharing a room with other martial arts figures tonight was absolutely unacceptable, so he had to fight a duel before dinner to enjoy the privilege of a private room.

As for the upcoming Class A challenge that the fierce princess will watch when she has time, there's no rush. For Wu Chengyu, it's just a matter of time. The most important thing is to gain the princess's approval and then join the Imperial Guard.

Assuming there were also experts in the Western Xia palace who could detect subtle movements, Wu Chengyu did not choose to break into the palace at night, but instead proceeded slowly. It was not because he was afraid, but because it seemed more fun this way. After being a nanny in the Hidden Dragon Cave for so long, he wanted to do something.

"Thank you, sir. May I ask your name?"

“My name is Chen He, and I am a clerk at this Yangwu Guild Hall. Brother Nie Feng, I think you really shouldn’t act impulsively; that could result in a huge financial loss.”

Goodness, it's said that a certain variety show personality with the same pronunciation but different name disliked Lei Datou back in college, and it turns out he's the same way in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

"Brother Chen, rest assured, my iron legs are not just a name." As soon as he said this, Wu Chengyu regretted it, realizing he had actually called himself "Iron Legs."

Without further ado, knowing that if he went any later it would be dinner time and he wouldn't be able to fight in the arena today, he rushed to the training ground that Chen He had pointed out earlier.

In the two-story building in front of the training ground, there was a clerk on the first floor. Perhaps because there hadn't been many people fighting recently, he had simply fallen asleep on the table. On the second floor, Wu Chengyu sensed a person's breathing. The breathing was long, fine, and very regular, clearly indicating that the person was a master of internal energy.

A banner for making friends through martial arts hangs beside the training ground, while the plaque of the two-story building is written in bronze script with three characters that mean "Victory Tower," which sounds the same as the Desheng Tower restaurant that Yu Xiaowu used to run in Shaoxing.

Seeing the drowsy clerk, Wu Chengyu turned to look at a large gong hanging next to him, with drumsticks tied with red ribbons next to it. He picked up the drumsticks and struck them hard.

First, the clerk was so frightened that he slipped and fell to the ground, completely bewildered as to what was happening. Then, a man in black flew down from upstairs. Even in broad daylight, he was dressed in black, with a cold and stern face, and carried two weapons on his back. He must have been the big iron mace that the clerk at the door had mentioned.

This man was none other than Tu Wan, who had suffered a major hemorrhage. As soon as he came downstairs, he stared at Wu Chengyu. He was one of the few people who saw Lei Datou's face at first glance but did not pay attention to the other party's dejected and humiliated appearance. At this moment, however, he seemed very excited.

His eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty impulse, constantly scanning every vital part of Wu Chengyu's body, and he even licked his lips in a somewhat perverse way.

For him, whether the opponent is a master or not is completely unimportant, and he will not show any mercy. All he wants is a target that he can kill at will.

Wu Chengyu frowned as he looked at the other person's expression. He had seen many people like this before. There were many people in the martial arts world like this Tu Wan who were obsessed with killing and found the most exciting thing to do was to torture and kill their opponents. Generally, such people were very bloodthirsty and even more cruel, and they were not worth dying for.

"This hero must have just arrived at our guild hall today and is already here to challenge himself and level up. Why don't you wait a little longer and rest for the night?" For some reason, Wu Chengyu had a good impression of the clerks in this guild hall. Whether it was Chen He or the clerk in front of him, they were clearly doing it for Wu Chengyu's benefit.

As Wu Chengyu handed his Nie Tietui name card to the clerk, he smiled at Tu Wan, who was staring at him, thinking about how to make him bleed to death.

"The fighting here must be a fight to the death. If I kill this guy in front of me, I shouldn't be punished, right?"

“This…”, the clerk hesitated, unsure how to answer, while Tu Wan was rather impatient.

"Of course not. I have been in this club for three years and have defended the title 103 times. Among them, 3 people passed the test and were promoted to Class A, 10 people were seriously injured but barely survived, and the remaining 90 people all died."

And you'll be the 91st. Lately, nobody's come to challenge me, I've been itching for a fight. Finally, someone's come knocking on my door! Kid, you look like you're in for a rough time. You're out of luck today. I'm going to make you bleed to death, little by little."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tu Wan felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in both cheeks, then numbness, and then swelling up like a bun.

　I have a slight cold, but no fever. I just have a sore throat, lots of phlegm, and a hoarse voice. You really can't leave the air conditioning on for too long in the summer. Everyone, please take care of yourselves.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)