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10 Chapter 7: Blood is Thicker than Water
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Building number two, seventh floor of the five buildings located in the South Ninth District, it’s the southernmost structure, built near Bishui Lake. Off in the distance, there are undulating hills surrounding the lake waters and the sky filled with flowing white clouds.

“It’s surprising that such a fantastic house is unoccupied,” exclaimed Tang Luo. It seemed that time travel indeed had its perks.

He tested the floor with his foot, there was no sense of shaking. He couldn’t believe that this seven-story wooden building was so solidly built. Tang Luo was extremely satisfied.

Now, he just had to wait for the servitude from the mansion to move the living supplies into the room. What a luxurious life indeed, he thought to himself.

Tang Luo, sitting on the wooden bed, sighed and decided to have a chat with his younger brother.

Tang Xing had been intrigued by such an exotic architecture ever since he arrived, running around exploring, and if it wasn’t for Tang Luo calling him over, he’d probably still be out of sight.

Tang Luo instructed him, “Starting from tomorrow, you will be training with Tang Man and Tang Zheng.”

Tang Man and Tang Zheng were the sons of their third uncle, Tang Kuan, both were eleven and ten years old respectively, and were good friends of Tang Xing. Uncle Fu had mentioned that they had also arrived at the Martial Hall, they can be companions to Tang Xing, preventing him from feeling too lonely during training.

Tang Xing, presently looking out of the window at the Bishui Lake, turned around quickly upon hearing his brother’s words and asked, “Aren’t you training with me?” He was greatly disappointed, all this while, he had been under the impression that coming to the Martial Hall meant that he would be training with his brother.

Tang Luo couldn’t help but smile at his brother’s eager and hopeful look. He shook his head and explained, “My martial art technique does not need to be relearned, only the cultivation level needs to be restored. The Heavenly Pathway Technique should still be taught by the uncles in the Martial Hall.”

“Oh…ok then,” Tang Xing was slightly disappointed, but he nodded in agreement. The unwillingness on his face was quite evident. He quickly lifted his head and asked, “So, will you be having meals with me?”

His younger brother could be quite clingy at times, but still, he was very adorable.

Tang Luo smiled and walked towards the window. The nine-year-old was only as tall as his shoulders.

“Of course.” He ruffled his brother’s hair and looked at the distant green hills and white clouds.

…….

“Tang Luo has arrived at the Martial Hall.”

“Didn’t they say he lost all his cultivation due to his Innate Hollow Body?”

“I’m not sure, I heard it from others.” Tang Rong and Tang Yunying were whispering and gossiping.

…….

“Tang Luo has arrived at the Martial Hall.” Tang Hong said to the sweaty youngster standing in front of him.

Really?” Tang Peng wiped the sweat off his face with his training clothes. He was somewhat

his talent as nothing more than luck. However, despite losing all his cultivation overnight, Tang Luo managed to restart his martial arts training heart

his eyes filled with a teasing look because he knew his elder brother loved to “greet” new

sweat-soaked training clothes onto the weapons rack, picking up the stone weights

losing all his cultivation and being able to reignite his martial heart was very

…….

Steward’s room

furiously at Chang Fu. He came here today to demand an explanation

Fu’s table, creating a loud noise and leaving two deep handprints on

how many relationships and deals I had to make to get that house in the South Ninth District. You dare to assign it to someone else on your own? Don’t you respect me

Ring Fight, an expert in the Mortal Realm. His powerful hands were famous in the streets. However, in order to please an attractive actress from the Tianxiang Building, he offended a passing ranger and had no choice but to seek refuge with

the Tang Clan, Mu Fei was treated with great respect. He was assigned to the sixth group of the Battle Hall, considering himself as one of the core battle powers in the Tang Family. He had spent a fortune and used a lot of persuasion to get the house from another martial artist who had just touched the Mortal Realm

a lowly elderly figure who was only in charge of accommodations and meals, didn’t give him any face. When he came to claim the

window facing the lake. He had imagined numerous times the pleasure of pressing a woman against that window. Now, this

Martial Hall are assigned by the Steward’s room, it’s just that you came late, Master Mu,” Chang Fu calmly said to

man, don’t mess with me. You better ask him to pack up and leave, and give the house back,” Mu Fei looked

Mu, that really can’t be done. Once the Steward’s

Fei a boost in confidence. Ever since he joined the Tang family, he had only encountered martial artists who were stronger or just as strong. No one had ever been so obliging in front

that he was in the main hall of the Tang Clan, not the familiar streets of his past. He spat on

Most inhabitants of the South Ninth District were martial artists of different surnames. The newcomer moving in today was just another one. Mu Fei was confident in his ability to force the newcomer to

Mu Fei of the time when he could make thunderous waves in the streets, showing no concern for consequences. He decided to head straight to

left hand that was pressed on the table. The mighty force nearly crushed the bones

He was unable to move it no matter how hard he tried. And the pressure on his palm seemed to be increasing continuously, his bones beginning to make creaking noises under

turned to Chang Fu

intimidate the now furious housekeeper with

expressionless, stretched out his other hand towards Mu Fei’s head, as if planning to slay him

time to think. He immediately deployed his strongest palm strike, aiming at the palm that was coming

was staggeringly powerful. It could crush boulders without a doubt, and it was this iron palm strike that

palms met, and Chang Fu casually slapped away the greenish-black Monument Breaking Hand as if it was a mere mosquito.

Mu Fei felt a chilling fear of death. The opponent’s palm was extraordinarily mighty. It was evident that his cultivation and palm

his Monument Breaking Hand but also dispersed the spiritual power on his hand. The overpowering force numbed his right

tsunami of fear and regret, Mu Fei was unable to utter a plea for

“Whizz!”

“Bang!”

table, the overpowering force threatening to shatter his skull. The dents with handprints on the table, pressed by him earlier, sent chills down

me, Housekeeper Chang, please!”