Chapter 95: Weapon Permit
Chapter 95: Weapon Permit
Three days later, at 8 a.m., Chen Chuan changed into a formal student uniform and followed Cheng Zitong to the Wu Yi Great Hall.
The Weapons Permit Review Committee was currently located here, as the permit examination was only open to Wu Yi students.
After Cheng Zitong brought him here, Chen Chuan filled out the necessary paperwork, signed, and sealed the documents, which took about half an hour, and he smoothly obtained the weapon permit.
Chen Chuan also learned that he wasn't the only one who obtained the permit through this designated assignment; Wu Xuelang, his senior, had also successfully acquired one.
Although this assignment was a compensation for Chen Chuan's previous encounter with Fang Dawei's group, and Chen Chuan had played a significant role in their demise, Wu Xuelang's bravery in confronting the bandits and personally eliminating one of them was commendable. As a result, the committee granted him a permit as well.
Moreover, with the academy's intervention, the committee also issued a posthumous permit to the late Liu Xuelang, a gesture of respect and remembrance for the deceased and his legacy.
The process of obtaining the permit was relatively straightforward, as the crucial steps had already been completed beforehand. However, just as they were about to leave, a committee member proposed holding a certification ceremony for all the successful candidates.
Cheng Zitong, in his role as Chen Chuan's instructor, firmly rejected the idea, finding it inappropriate. This left the committee member displeased.
After exiting the main entrance of the Great Hall, Cheng Zitong explained to Chen Chuan, "Those ceremonies are merely for the benefit of the committee members. For you, it's just a waste of time and holds no real significance. You are not their means to an end, and your ability to obtain the permit doesn't rely on them. Don't pay them any mind."
Chen Chuan nodded in agreement. He had been busy inside and hadn't had a chance to examine the permit closely, but now he could take a proper look.
The permit resembled a silver identity card, akin to a piece of jade or stone, with a slight weight to it. It could be attached to a lanyard for easy carrying and fit into a pocket. The card's surface was engraved with a small serial number and name in ancient seal script, giving it an antique appearance.
Cheng Zitong added, "Don't underestimate this small card. It's made from special materials, capable of withstanding most knives, guns, and bullets. There's even a joke that if you were covered in these permits, they could serve as bulletproof panels."
Chen Chuan thought to himself that he had heard of medal-covered individuals but had never seen anyone covered in permits.
Cheng Zitong continued, "I'll get you a better case for it later. Within Yangzhi City, you needn't carry it at all times since the record is already filed in the government hall. However, if you venture outside, it's best to have it with you, as checking its validity externally may take some time. It's more convenient."
Chen Chuan asked, "What if I lose it accidentally?"
Cheng Zitong replied, "You can apply for a replacement, but it will be a regular card, not this special material. Although it may look similar on the surface, the interior is entirely different. This is why some dare to forge them. You should keep it safe; the card holds both commemorative and practical value."
Chen Chuan acknowledged his understanding and carefully placed the permit inside his clothing. From this day forward, he could openly carry the Snow Lady Sword without restriction.
As the teacher and student descended the steps, they headed towards the dormitory.
Cheng Zitong explained as they walked, "Having the Snow Lady Sword is good, but now that you have the weapon permit, you should also get a gun. Outside, guns hold a more significant deterrent than swords."
Chen Chuan agreed wholeheartedly. Sometimes drawing a sword might not intimidate others, but brandishing a gun certainly would. He asked, "Do you know where I can buy a gun?"
Cheng Zitong assured him, "With the weapon permit, you can purchase one from any military company. Currently, the two best domestic military companies are Yuanan Company and Longyin Company.
Longyin Company's prices are on the higher end, catering to the upper echelons of power. They operate globally and pay less attention to smaller clients. In contrast, Yuanan Company collaborates more with the military, offering products accessible to the general public. They have produced renowned items like the Datuo Assault Rifle and the Jianzhi 15-style Handgun."
He recommended, "I suggest you start with the 'Wuji' Handgun to get a feel for it. It's reasonably priced at just 200, aesthetically pleasing, has a fast firing rate, and is lightweight."
Chen Chuan, unfamiliar with firearms, decided to follow Cheng Zitong's advice and try out this handgun first. However, he wasn't sure where to purchase it, as he had never seen any gun shops in the city.
Cheng Zitong smiled and said, "You don't need to look for it. Have you forgotten what I do? Wu Yi has its channels. I'll send one over to you later at a discounted price."
Chen Chuan thanked him. Then he asked, "After obtaining the weapon permit, can I take the exam for the armor permit next?"
Recalling his encounter with Fang Dawei's group, Chen Chuan acknowledged the significant protection the protective gear had provided. It had undoubtedly aided in his swift victory. Without it, relying solely on his Inner Strength might have prolonged the battle.
Cheng Zitong confirmed, "Yes, with the weapon permit, obtaining the armor permit becomes more accessible. At the very least, the commissioning party will likely approach you first. However, there's another permit that is even more crucial, but it depends on the opportunity. For now, focus on the armor permit, and regarding that other permit...someone will likely approach you with details in due time."
Speaking, he patted him again, "As for the assigned task, don't worry. It's almost the end of the month, and in a few days, the teacher will arrange it for you next month."
As the teacher and student spoke, they reached the shores of Chunqiu Lake. Here, they had to part ways, and Cheng Zitong headed towards the administrative building, handing him a stack of tickets.
"At the end of the year, the school will hold a Class B student tournament in the Martial Arena, which is open to the public. Your family can also go and watch."
"If you're interested, you can take the time to watch. Although the Class B students' level may not compare to yours, some of the higher-level trainees still have many admirable qualities."
After all, among them are some outstanding ones who have developed Altered Tissue through their training, thus mastering Force Energy."
Chen Chuan carefully put away the tickets and said, "Thank you, Teacher."
Cheng Zitong smiled at him, put on his decorative ink orchid, waved goodbye, and headed towards the administrative building.
In the middle of the Wu Yi Academy's teacher area, there was a lake almost as large as Chunqiu Lake. Senior teachers like Qiao Linhu lived in the flower gardens surrounding the lake. However, in the center of the lake, there was also a mountain villa.
There was no direct connection to the land, and every communication with the outside world required rowing back and forth, making it almost an isolated place.
At this moment, in the closed training ground of the villa, there was a man with a narrow face and long, narrow eyes, his age indiscernible. He sat comfortably on a wide sofa, a coiled python at his feet.
The man's expression was a mix of a smile and a smirk. His slender hair was combed back, and his body was strong and muscular. He wore a short-sleeved shirt on top and tight leather pants below, outlining his powerful, muscular legs.
In front of him, a young man stood in a peculiar pose, one leg in a bow stance, the other knee on the ground, calf raised, and his upper body twisted half a circle, both hands behind him as if embracing a ball, fingertips touching, the gap between them aiming at his toes.
As he held this pose, he maintained an incredibly complex rhythm, his muscles rippling with each breath, sweat seeping from his body, soon forming a large puddle on the ground.
The man sat up a little, his hand on the armrest, watching for a moment, then said, "That's enough."
The young man slowly inhaled, then turned his body back, emitting a series of cracking sounds before returning to a normal stance. Standing straight, one could see a well-proportioned, short-haired youth over two meters tall, his upper body bare, revealing powerful muscles brimming with vitality, a layer of flowing light on his skin.
He twisted his neck and said, "Tan Teacher, I can continue."
Tan Teacher chuckled, "It's not about practicing longer, but about quality. This stance is only beneficial if practiced for forty minutes daily; any more, and it's just a way to show off your patience and flexibility, nothing more."
The young man asked, "Then how long should I practice?"
Tan Teacher leaned to the side, hand on his face, elbow on the armrest, leg propped up, "Half a year. If you master this stance in half a year, you'll be qualified to come with me to the Center City. But can you hold your ground there?"
The young man grew serious, "Half a year, I'll make it."
"I hope so." Tan Teacher chuckled.
The young man turned and left, saying, "I'll make it."
A moment later, a butler-like figure entered, a tray in hand with a new set of martial clothing. He placed the tray aside.
Then, he brought several newspapers and magazines with alluring beauty covers, placing them before Tan Teacher, respectfully saying, "Mr. Tan, here are the magazines and the newspapers from the past few days. Do you need me to read them to you?"
Tan Teacher said, "No need."
He glanced, moved the beauty magazines aside, picked up the newspapers, flipping through them casually. When he saw a news item from a few days ago, he paid attention, his fingers tapping the armrest.
After a while, he kicked the python underfoot, and it slithered out, heading outside. Soon, a handsome youth entered, bowing, "Sir, what are your orders?"
Tan Teacher held out the newspaper, pointing to the article, "This person, as mentioned here, is a Wu Yi student. Find him and bring him to me."
The youth cautiously said, "Sir, I'd like to confirm your intention..."
Tan Teacher casually said, "It's nothing. I just want to see if he's as the article describes. If so, perhaps he can gain an opportunity."
The youth deeply bowed, "Understood, Sir. I'll convey your wishes."
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(End of Chapter)
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