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"Hahaha…"

"What\'s so funny, boss?" Archibald grimaced seeing his boss ridiculing his concerns.

"Hahaha, nothing, oldie. Don\'t worry, all the techniques I write, I have sole ownership over them since I\'m the only one to possess them in the first place." Waving his hand, Virus assured the old man.

\'Huh? Could he have perhaps found the techniques in some ancient site or something?\' Although that new question popped into his brain, Archibald was smart enough to not dig too deep into the matter.

"Alright, I understand boss." Bowing respectfully, another notion crept into Archibald\'s mind, \'Well, having one or two ownerless techniques isn\'t really that amazing though and I don\'t believe he has anymore, so…\'

On the other hand, after having finished the first technique, Virus grabbed a new empty notebook and started scribbling in it.

When he was done, once again, after adding the description and Cultivation Trust\'s Insight pages, he naturally put the title on the cover too.

「Trash Lash Bash」:<Class: Low-Human>

[Description: No place for trash! The technique only has one movement and that is to concentrate all energy on the sword using two liberated energy pathways to bash trash with a lash…]

At this point, Archibald was even more surprised. But to be honest, it still couldn\'t be called an unbelievable event. Thus, he simply remained silent by the side.

Alas, Virus had just started the process of writing as he completed one book after another!

Three books…

Five books…

Seven books!

By the time Virus had concluded the seventh technique, Archibald\'s eyeballs were nearly bulging out. But still, the operation wasn\'t over just yet.

Ten books…

Fifteen books…

And shockingly, twenty books!

"Fuck!" Unconsciously yelping that out loud, Archibald\'s jaw was about to hit the floor at this point. He was utterly stupefied.

"Hmm? Did you just curse?" Smirking in amusement, Virus didn\'t even bother to raise his head.

"Ah, boss, how do you know so many cultivation attack techniques?" Finally unable to control his curiosity, Archibald questioned.

"Huh? I was born knowing them." Putting on an earnest tone, Virus vocalized.

"What the…" That response of Virus, unfortunately, did nothing but frustrate Archibald. \'Can\'t you just say you don\'t want to answer!\'

"What?"

"Ah, nothing. But wow, boss, you wrote about seventeen Low-Human class techniques and the rest are Mid-Human class ones. I seriously can\'t believe you\'ve memorized so many attack techniques!" Truly in awe of his accomplishments now, Archibald didn\'t hold back the compliments.

"Well, just sit in a corner and watch, I\'m not done yet." Observing outside the shop, Virus noticed it had gotten dark outside and it was the middle of the night actually. As even the shortest book had taken him around twenty minutes to finish, a lot of time had elapsed unknowingly.

\'Since the previous twenty books were attack techniques, the following ones are going to be movement types.\' Having made this choice before even starting the entire operation, Virus started picking several techniques that were most suitable for the current situation.

Afterward, he went ahead and registered twenty Low-Human movement techniques too.

Right now, Archibald was so numb that he could merely stare at Virus blankly. \'I can\'t even comprehend what\'s going on at this point.\'

Since he had finalized the writing procedure, at last, yawning, Virus noticed that it had already gotten bright outside, an entire day had gone by unbeknownst to him.

Sinking into the process of book writing has temporarily distracted his focus from the passage of time itself.

Nonetheless, standing up, Virus randomly selected two shelves in the shop and wrote \'Movement Techniques\' above one and \'Attack Techniques\' on top the other one.

And then, after planting the books on the shelves in an organized manner, he attached a price tag beneath each book.

Underneath all the Low-Human techniques, he put a price of five hundred Qi Ingots while below the Mid-Human ones, a price tag of one thousand Qi Ingots of first-grade was visible to the naked eyes.

"Okay, my job\'s done here, the rest is up to you before we officially open the shop." Letting out an exhausted sigh, Virus now desired nothing but to return to the inn and sleep the whole day.

"Huh? Is there anything else left before we can inaugurate our \'cultivation technique\' shop?" Finally getting a gist of what they were going to trade in this location, Archibald confidently called it a \'Cultivation Technique\' shop before querying about their inauguration date.

Stroking his jaw, Virus neither rejected nor confirmed the title. Instead, he calmly replied in regards to the matter of inauguration, "Hmm? Yeah, of course, you still need to write another copy for each of the books I\'ve written so far. It\'s not like we\'re going to be selling each technique only once, we\'re going to keep selling them over and over again, oh, we also better notify our customers about that so there would be no misunderstandings later on."

"Umm, we should just write the rule in another signboard stating that \'the customers reserve the right to the bought books alone and not the techniques and content engraved within the books per se\' and also \'other copies of the sold books will continue to be sold in our shop and that we do not consent to the buyers making any more copies of the books on their own\'. Those two rules should suffice, if they agree, they can buy, if not, the gate is wide open." With gleaming eyes and a face-wide smile, he made a declaration.

"I see. Alright, I got it, boss.." Wearing a broad smile and nods of encouragement at Virus\' pride which was a source of his own arrogance, Archibald concurred.