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

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

the Sect Head of the clan’s Martial Hall, Tang Sen could be said to be the strongest among the

mother Shuhui casually mentioned that she was once a famous swordswoman which meant she must be a warrior who has transcended the Mortal Realm. Her number was nearly five times less than Tang Sen’s. Tang Luo couldn’t think of anything

from the cultivation level, which would increase over time, he couldn’t figure out what else these increasing numbers could

would undergo various forms of evolution, the most obvious of which was the growth in lifespan and physical strength. It seemed quite reasonable to say

since Tang Luo

have these numbers too, but he couldn’t find them no matter how much he craned his neck, and they didn’t appear in the mirror. This deprived Tang Luo of

him 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,

daydream all day if you

to speak

Tang Luo’s thoughts, and the kid realized that Tang Sen had been sitting by the bed for quite

I was thinking about something.” Tang Luo felt a bit guilty, but like most fathers and sons, there always

Sen was not very good at initiating conversations with

two had

had something important to discuss with him. The last time was probably when he was four years

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