Zhao Ya was taken aback by such a condition, momentarily stunned.
Yan Ruize smiled and explained, "Don’t misunderstand, this is actually a habit we’ve developed at the Golden Saber Institute over the years. If an outstanding saber practitioner visits, we’ll invite them to enter our library and freely browse the Martial Dao secret manuals we’ve accumulated over the years."
"But the premise is that they must also record their best saber techniques for us to collect, thus exchanging what we both have to offer, which is the motto of our Golden Saber Institute."
"Of course, all of this is entirely voluntary; we would never force anyone, so Young Brother Zhao, what is your choice?"
The three of them all looked at Zhao Ya.
Because there had been those who refused before.
After all, no matter how tempting the library of the Golden Saber Institute might be, for certain people who are very protective of their techniques, it cannot compare to the importance of their own cultivation techniques.
Zhao Ya did not hesitate, and with a hearty laugh, said, "This request is reasonable and fair, I certainly have no objections."
Yu Dao and Yan Ruize were overjoyed upon hearing this.
"Someone, bring the pen and ink."
Very quickly, someone brought over paper, pens, ink, and an inkstone.
Zhao Ya kept his word, swiftly putting pen to paper, detailing his insights into the Gale Saber Technique, including the points to heed during practice, holding nothing back.
As someone who has lived through the information explosion, he naturally understood the importance of communication.
Being closed-minded would never bring great progress.
Clinging tightly to one’s own secret techniques for fear of them being stolen, closely guarding them, would only hinder personal progress.
Therefore, he not only had no aversion to the Golden Saber Institute’s proposal, but greatly appreciated it, believing it to embody the spirit that a grand sect should possess.
Moreover, everyone’s understanding of saber techniques is different, what suits Zhao Ya might not suit others.
Thus, these insights could at most serve as a supplement.
However, Yu Dao and Yan Ruize attached great importance to this.
After Zhao Ya finished writing, they carefully put it away, then Yu Dao said, "Tiancheng, take Young Brother Zhao to the library. We’ll take a look at it first, then bind it into a volume, assess its rank, and store it in the library."
To them, who had immersed themselves in saber techniques for decades, the insights Zhao Ya had written were like a supreme delicacy, exuding an overwhelming allure.
Of course.
This was not to say they intended to steal the learning, as any change was impossible for them who were already set in their Martial Dao.
They simply had a pure love for saber techniques, hence why they were so thrilled to see it.
Wang Tiancheng nodded in agreement and then led Zhao Ya towards the library.
The library at the Golden Saber Institute is centrally located, built from blue bricks into a three-story building, minimizing the risk of fire.
The guards at the door, upon seeing Wang Tiancheng, hurriedly opened the library door.
Upon entering, Zhao Ya couldn’t help but be slightly startled.
Because the first-floor hall was filled with bookshelves, the books packed tightly on the shelves, so much so that the air was filled with the scent of ink and old paper.
"The first floor here contains the most widely circulated fist and weapon techniques, as well as body refining techniques from the Jianghu, so it has the greatest number," Wang Tiancheng introduced.
Zhao Ya walked up, picked up a book at random, opened it, and found it to be a Boxing Manual titled ’Hawk Fist.’
It not only contained training methods, but also illustrations, truly well-made.
Moreover, Zhao Ya also found a line of small text on the lower right corner of the Boxing Manual’s cover.
Yellow Tier Low Grade.
"What is this? A classification of cultivation techniques?"
Zhao Ya was uninterested in the Hawk Fist, but was very curious about this line of small text.
Because he always felt that the Jianghu techniques were as numerous as the stars, yet there was never a unified standard like exotic beast dried meat for evaluation, which was simply unbelievable.
So when he saw these four small characters, his curiosity was immediately piqued.
Wang Tiancheng came over to take a look and then smiled to explain, "Sort of, this is simply our Golden Saber Institute’s internal method for evaluating techniques. After all, with so many books in our library, it would be too cumbersome to manage without classification."
"So, what’s the standard?" Zhao Ya’s interest was further aroused.
"The general rule is to determine it based on its upper limit. For example, this Hawk Fist is derived from a type of fist technique from the folk of Great Yan, with a low upper limit. Even if mastered to a profound level, it can at most reach the Second Realm, hence it’s rated as Yellow Tier Low Grade."
"And the secret manuals in this first-floor hall are mostly Yellow Tier. Only the second floor has Black Tier secret manuals."
Zhao Ya nodded and quietly committed it to memory.
This evaluation standard, although somewhat simplistic and crude, was quite practical. Zhao Ya decided he would use this method for classification in the future.
At this moment, someone brought a newly bound secret manual into the building and said to Wang Tiancheng, "Senior Brother Wang, Elder Yu asked me to bring this over and asked you to put it in the second floor collection."
When Zhao Ya looked over, he saw the secret manual titled with the six large characters ’Gale Saber Technique Insights,’ exactly what he had just written.
And in the lower right corner was the same classification of the technique’s rank.
Black Tier Medium Grade.
Zhao Ya was somewhat surprised.
He hadn’t expected the two elders of the Golden Saber Institute to hold his casually written saber insights in such high esteem.
At this point, Wang Tiancheng accepted the secret manual and then said to Zhao Ya, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to the second floor."
The first and second floors were separated by a large iron door, first to prevent eager disciples from sneaking a peek, and second as a fire precaution.