After coming out from his room, Xing Peng arrived at the Xing family's Martial Tower, which was pitch black and divided into seven levels, resembling a lurking black dragon. At the entrance of the Martial Tower, there was a huge character for "martial" that exuded an aura that could make one tremble with fear.

  Although it wasn't Xing Peng's first time at the Martial Tower, his previous visits were not taken seriously by the family. He could only enter the first level of the tower, but now, his status had completely changed.

  When Xing Peng entered the first level of the Martial Tower, several bookshelves standing in the room came into view, filled densely with books.

  There were many people in the Martial Tower at this moment, browsing through the secret manuals. Seeing such a scene, Xing Peng's gaze was complex. There was a time when he was also one of them. Anyone staying on the first level was not very strong, typically only having strength below the Mid-Yellow Level.

  After glancing at these people, Xing Peng walked towards the staircase not far away, which led to the second level of the Martial Tower. Beside the staircase, there was a counter, and an old man was dozing off on it.

  Upon reaching the staircase, Xing Peng did not go directly to the second level but gently knocked on the counter. As he knocked, the dozing old man suddenly raised his head and then set his eyes on Xing Peng. When his gaze fell on Xing Peng, his eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

  "Kid, what are you doing? Don't you know that rudely disturbing an old man's sleep is very impolite?" the old man said grumpily.

  "Uncle Fu, I want to go to the fourth level!" Xing Peng did not get angry because of the old man's tone but spoke respectfully.

  In the Xing family, if there was anyone more mysterious than those legendary old monsters of the Xing family, it was this old man. Many in the Xing family were unclear about Uncle Fu's identity because he was not actually a member of the Xing family, yet he presided over the most important Martial Tower. Moreover, he spent most of his time dozing off in the tower, rarely awake.

  "Just go if you want to. Why tell me? As long as you have the strength, you can go to whatever level you wish!" The old man glanced at Xing Peng impatiently, then continued to sleep.

  Seeing this, Xing Peng shook his head helplessly. He had explained his intentions to the old man because that was the tradition of the Xing family. Anyone who wanted to enter above the third level of the Martial Tower had to inform the old man in advance about which floor they intended to go to. However, nowadays, very few people followed this rule; most would just silently push forward based on their strength, studying the secrets of whatever level they could reach.

  Shaking his head, Xing Peng didn't dwell on it further. With a thought, he walked up the staircase to the second level. As he took the first step, he felt an invisible film blocking his body. Xing Peng was not puzzled by this; with a slight effort, he broke through the film and quickly reached the top of the staircase.

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  "Look, that's Young Master Xing Peng!" Someone with sharp eyes spotted Xing Peng's figure and exclaimed in surprise.

  With this exclamation, many people noticed Xing Peng's presence, their eyes involuntarily showing excitement.

  Although everyone in the Xing family bore the Xing surname, many were not of the Xing family's bloodline. Anyone who served the Xing family was granted the Xing surname, and these people had a much lower status than those of the direct bloodline.

  Therefore, most referred to the direct descendants as "Young Master."

  Xing Peng ignored the exclamations of these people and stepped into the second level without stopping, then curiously observed the second level of the Martial Tower. This was his first time on the second level; previously, due to his low strength, he could not enter the second level at all.

  Looking around, there were also people here viewing secret manuals. The second level not only had a reading area but also a practice area. In the northeast corner, there were dozens of practice rooms.

  Although Xing Peng had never practiced in a practice room before, he had heard of them. It was rumored that practicing martial arts in the practice rooms was much faster than in other places because the elders of the Xing family had specially processed them.

  After glancing at the practice rooms, Xing Peng was not in a hurry to try practicing in them but casually picked a bookshelf and started reading. Once he began, he became engrossed in the ocean of martial arts.

  The Martial Tower was divided into seven levels, and although the martial arts on this second level were only Human Level martial arts, Xing Peng was very interested in these martial arts, which had a different cultivation mode from the ancient martial arts of his previous life.

  Xing Peng did not know how long he had been reading on the second level, but when he felt that there were no more secret manuals to read on this level, he then headed towards the third level.

  Stepping onto the staircase to the third level, Xing Peng also felt resistance and, at the same time, a pressure enveloping him, forcing him to circulate his Profound Qi.

  When Xing Peng circulated his Profound Qi, the pressure eased, allowing him to quickly ascend to the third level.

  The third level also contained some secret manuals and practice rooms, but there was only one bookshelf here. Compared to the first and second levels, there were far fewer secret manuals, only a mere dozen or so.

  Xing Peng did not hesitate; he just glanced at the bookshelf and quickly walked over, then began reading the secret manuals again. He read very quickly, almost flipping through the books.

  Perhaps this was a blessing of Xing Peng's transmigration. After coming to this world, Xing Peng clearly found that he had the ability to never forget anything he saw. Anything he had seen would never be forgotten.

  For most people, it would take a long time to read dozens of books, but Xing Peng only took about ten minutes to finish reading these secret manuals, deeply imprinting all the content in his mind.

  After reading the Earth Level secret manuals on the third level, Xing Peng's understanding of the martial arts of this world broadened once again, so he excitedly headed towards the fourth level.

  "Xing Peng, wait a moment!" Just as Xing Peng was about to step onto the staircase leading to the fourth level, someone suddenly called out to him. Xing Peng immediately stopped and turned around, puzzled, to look towards the source of the voice. There, he saw a youth with a handsome face, coldly staring at him.

  "Who are you?" Xing Peng looked at the man, puzzled, not recognizing who he was. The Xing family was simply too large; he couldn't possibly remember the names of all the members.

  "Xing Qingcheng!" the youth said proudly.

  "Oh, don't know you!" Xing Peng then shook his head and turned back to ascend the staircase to the fourth level.

  "Stop!" The youth's eyes flashed with ferocity, as Xing Peng's actions had completely enraged him.