Celestial Human Diagram-Chapter 107 - 95: Bearing Arms

「Three days later.」

At eight in the morning, Chen Chuan changed into a formal student uniform and followed Cheng Zitong to the Wuyi Grand Auditorium.

This was the current office of the Weapon Permit Review Committee. After all, the permit examinations were only open to Wuyi students for now.

After Cheng Zitong brought him here, he filled out forms, signed them, and had them stamped. The whole process took about half an hour, and he smoothly obtained his Weapon Permit.

Chen Chuan also learned that he wasn’t the only one to receive a Weapon Permit through this special assignment; Senior Brother Wu had gotten one as well.

Although the special assignment had been reinstated because of him, and he had been the main force in wiping out Fang Dawei’s gang, Senior Brother Wu’s courage to return and fight the criminals to the death, personally finishing one of them off, was worthy of a Weapon Permit.

Furthermore, thanks to the academy’s efforts, the review committee also posthumously issued a Weapon Permit to the late Senior Brother Liu, as a comfort to the deceased and to those who mourned him.

The process of getting the permit was mostly smooth, as all the critical steps had already been handled by the higher-ups; this was merely the distribution. However, just as they were about to leave, a member of the review committee made a suggestion. It seemed he wanted to gather all the students who had passed the examination this time for a certification ceremony.

Cheng Zitong, however, found this inappropriate and, in his capacity as Chen Chuan’s supervising teacher, forcefully rejected the idea, which greatly displeased the committee member.

Once they were out the main entrance of the Grand Auditorium, Cheng Zitong said to Chen Chuan, "Those ceremonies are just for adding prestige to the committee members. For you students, they’re a meaningless waste of time. You aren’t tools for their gain. Besides, you didn’t get this Weapon Permit because of them, so there’s no need to pay them any mind."

Chen Chuan nodded. He took out the Weapon Permit. He hadn’t had a chance to look at it inside, but now he could examine it properly.

The permit looked like a silver Name Card, with a texture like both jade and stone. It was a bit heavy in his hand and could be slipped into a sleeve for carrying, fitting perfectly into a pocket. The card’s surface was intaglio-carved with a small serial number and his name. The name was written in an ancient seal script, giving it a very classic and elegant look.

Cheng Zitong said, "Don’t underestimate this little thing. It’s made of a special material that ordinary blades, guns, and bullets can’t damage. That’s why people used to joke that if you covered your whole body with these permits, you could use them as bulletproof plates."

Chen Chuan thought to himself, ’I’ve heard of people covered in medals, but I’ve never seen anyone stuffed full of permits.’

Cheng Zitong said, "I’ll get you a better case for it later. You don’t need to carry it with you at all times within Yangzhi City, since it’s already on file at the Administrative Affairs Hall. But if you have a chance to go outside the city, it’s better to bring it. Verifying it out there can take a while and is a real hassle."

Chen Chuan asked, "What if I accidentally lose it?"

Cheng Zitong said, "You can pay a fee to get a replacement, but it won’t be made of the same material. It’ll just be an ordinary card. Although it will look similar on the surface, the inside is completely different. That’s why some people risk forging them. You should keep it safe. This card has both commemorative and practical value."

Chen Chuan acknowledged this and carefully, solemnly tucked the permit into his clothes. From this day forward, he could openly carry the Snow Monarch Blade when he was out and about.

After the teacher and student descended the steps, they headed toward the dormitories.

As they walked, Cheng Zitong said, "It’s good that you have that blade, but now that you have a Weapon Permit, you also need a gun. Out in the world, the deterrent power of a gun is far greater than that of a blade."

Chen Chuan deeply agreed. Sometimes, drawing a blade wouldn’t necessarily scare people, but drawing a gun was truly effective. He asked, "Teacher, do you have a way to buy guns?"

Cheng Zitong said, "As long as you have a Weapon Permit, you can buy from any arms company. Currently, the two best arms companies in the country are Yuan’an Company and Longyin Company.

"Longyin Company’s prices are on the high side, and they specialize in providing premium services to powerful figures in the Upper Layer. They have business worldwide and don’t care much for small-time customers. Yuan’an Company, on the other hand, cooperates more with the Military. Their products have trickled down, and they’ve produced many famous weapons, like the Datuo-style rifle and the 15th Year of Jianzhi model pistol."

"I suggest you first buy a ’Martial Halberd’ pistol to get some practice. The price is reasonable, less than two hundred, it looks good, has a high rate of fire, and is lightweight."

Chen Chuan didn’t know anything about firearms, so he decided to follow Cheng Zitong’s advice and get a gun like that to try his hand. However, he had no idea where to buy one. After all, he had never seen a place that sold guns in the city.

Cheng Zitong smiled and said, "You don’t have to look for one. Forgotten what your teacher does? Wuyi has its channels. I’ll have one sent over to you later, and I’ll get you the base price."

Chen Chuan thanked him, then asked, "Teacher, now that I’ve passed the Weapon Permit test, can I test for the Armor Certificate?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The Protective Clothing had been a great help in the fight against Fang Dawei’s gang. It was extremely useful, and it was the reason he’d been able to end the battle so quickly. Without the Protective Clothing, relying on his Second Self alone, he likely would have had to change his combat strategy back then.

Cheng Zitong said, "Correct. With a Weapon Permit, getting an Armor Certificate is much more convenient. At the very least, clients will definitely look for people like you first. However, there’s another certificate that’s even more important, but that will depend on whether the opportunity arises. For now, focus on the Armor Certificate. As for that other one... someone will come and explain it to you in detail when the time is right."

As he spoke, he patted him again. "As for assignments, don’t be anxious. The end of the month is just a few days away. I’ll arrange something for you next month."

The teacher and student continued talking until they reached the Spring and Autumn Lake Water, where they had to part ways. As Cheng Zitong was heading toward the administration building, he gave Chen Chuan a stack of tickets.

"At the end of the year, the academy is holding a Class B student tournament in the Martial Arts Hall. It’s open to the public, so your family can go watch if they want.

"If you’re interested, you should make some time to watch, too. While the level of the Class B students can’t compare to yours, some of the upperclassmen still have quite a few merits. After all, some of the best among them have also developed a Mutated Organization through their own training, allowing them to grasp Power."

Chen Chuan put the tickets away and said, "Thank you, Teacher."

Cheng Zitong smiled at him, put on a pair of decorative sunglasses, gave him a wave, and walked off toward the administration building.

In the center of Wuyi Academy’s faculty district was a lake about the same size as Spring and Autumn Lake. Senior teachers like Qiao Linhu all lived in the garden villas surrounding it. However, in the middle of the lake, a mountain villa estate had been built.

There was no passage connecting it to the mainland; all communication with the outside world required travel by boat, making it a place almost completely isolated from the outside world.

At this moment, inside the villa’s enclosed Training Ground, a man of indeterminable age with a thin, sharp face and narrow eyes was leaning comfortably on a long sofa. Coiled at his feet was a python.

The man wore an ambiguous, half-smiling expression. His long, fine hair was combed back, and his body was slender yet powerful. He wore a short-sleeved shirt on his upper body and form-fitting leather pants below, which outlined the powerful muscles of his legs.

In front of him, a student was holding a strange posture. One leg was in a lunge, while the other rested on its knee, shin raised upward. His upper body was bent backward and simultaneously twisted halfway around. His hands were also positioned behind him as if cradling a large ball, fingertips pointing toward each other, the gap between them perfectly aligned with the tips of his toes.

As he held this pose, he could be seen maintaining a highly complex breathing rhythm. The muscles on the surface of his body seemed to ripple, and sweat seeped from his pores, soon forming a large puddle on the floor.

The man sat up a little, resting a hand on the armrest. He watched the student for a moment, then said, "That’s enough."

The student slowly inhaled, then gradually twisted his body back. After a series of cracks from his joints, he returned to a normal posture. Standing straight, he was revealed to be a well-proportioned young man with short hair, standing over two meters tall. He was bare-chested, his full, powerful muscles seeming to brim with Life Force, covered in a flowing sheen.

He twisted his neck and said, "Teacher Tan, I can keep going."

Teacher Tan chuckled. "It’s not about how long you can hold it; it’s about efficiency. This Pile Stance only provides benefits for the first forty minutes of practice each day. Continuing beyond that does nothing but show off your endurance and flexibility."

The male student asked, "Then how much longer do I have to practice?"

Teacher Tan hummed thoughtfully. "Half a year. If you master this Pile Stance within half a year, you’ll be qualified to go with me to Central City."

The male student said with some impatience, "Another half a year?"

Teacher Tan turned to the side, propping his face up with a hand, his elbow resting on the sofa’s armrest. He crossed his legs and said, "I don’t need to elaborate on the situation in Central City; you know it well. But your family has paid up. Even if you don’t master it in half a year, I’ll still take you to Central City. But do you think you’ll be able to find your footing there?"

The male student grew serious. "Half a year. I’ll do it."

"I hope so," Teacher Tan said with a chuckle.

The male student turned to leave, saying, "I’m going to rinse off." With that, he left.

A moment later, a man who looked like a butler entered. He carried a tray holding a fresh set of training clothes, which he placed to the side.

Then he brought over several newspapers and a few magazines with alluring women on the covers, placing them in front of Teacher Tan. He said respectfully, "Mr. Tan, here are the magazines you wanted and the past few days’ newspapers. Would you like me to read them to you, Mr. Tan?"

Teacher Tan said, "That won’t be necessary."

He glanced at them, pushed the glamour magazines aside, and picked up a few newspapers. He flipped through them idly, but his eyes lingered on a news story from two days ago, and his fingers tapped continuously on the armrest.

After a long moment, he nudged the python at his feet with his toe. The python flicked its tongue and slowly slithered out of the room. A short while later, a handsome young man with a somewhat pale complexion walked in. He bowed and said, "Sir, what are your orders?"

Teacher Tan held out the newspaper, turning it to face the young man. He tapped a spot on the page. "This person is the Wuyi student mentioned here. Go find him and bring him to me."

The young man said cautiously, "This student would like to first confirm your intentions, Sir..."

Teacher Tan said casually, "It’s nothing. I just want to see if he’s really like the papers say. If he is, then perhaps he can earn a qualification."

The young man bowed deeply. "Understood, Sir. This student will convey your wishes."

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