5 Chapter 4: A Father’s Sacrifice for His Son
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The servants had all been sent away, leaving just Tang Luo and Tang Sen in the room. The younger one sat in the middle of the bed, while the older one sat on the side, their gazes fixing on each other.

Neither spoke first, the atmosphere was silent, but not awkward. Both were quite natural.

Tang Luo fell silent for a simple reason. The number on his father’s head had changed.

He clearly remembered, the day before yesterday, the number above his father, Tang Sen was 30045.5, and today it was already 30055.9, an increase of 10.4.

During these days of recuperation, Tang Luo had his own guesses about these numbers and he was eager to verify them.

Firstly:

Everyone had the numbers, but their values were different. For example, Aji who just performed in front of him, his number was 74.6, while the other servants’ numbers were mostly between 50 and 70.

His mother had come to visit him for the past two days, but her number hadn’t changed at all. The first time he saw it was 6130.7, and it was still the same today.

Because his body was weak and he was arranged to rest in the room, Tang Luo temporarily could not see the numbers of the mansion guards and sect warriors.

These values might be related to cultivation or life

servants with numbers less than a hundred shared one common feature. They all had no martial talent, missed the martial practice due to laziness in their childhood, or just were ordinary people who had not reached the Mortal Realm, thus having a

Sen could be said to be the strongest

was nearly five times less than Tang Sen’s. Tang Luo couldn’t think of

cultivation level, which would increase over time, he couldn’t figure out what else these

various forms of evolution, the most obvious of which was the growth in lifespan and physical strength. It seemed quite reasonable to say that these numbers represented a person’s

but difficult to experiment, since Tang Luo couldn’t see

that he must have these numbers too, but he couldn’t find them no matter how much he craned his neck, and they

being able to see numbers on people’s heads to himself for now because his Dantian (a term in Chinese martial arts referring to the “sea of energy”) was already strange enough. He didn’t want to be sliced up for study. He had heard that many martial artists who were stuck in a bottleneck liked to study the bodies of young people,

Luo could daydream all

initiative to speak up. His voice was still low, but no longer full of authority

interrupted Tang Luo’s thoughts, and the kid realized that Tang Sen had been

about something.” Tang Luo felt a bit guilty, but like most fathers and sons, there always seemed to be a barrier between their communications, always

with his children either. Most of the time, it was Shuhui who carried out

few conversations between the two had happened

to discuss with

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