Chapter 82: Chapter Seventy-Eight: Mark of Struggle

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The eighth of April is suitable for a burial, worshipping ancestors, and avoiding marriages, breaks, adoptions and forming alliances.

“Brother, why are you looking so drained?” The young kid was genuinely worried as he stared at Tang Luo, who had dark circles under his eyes.

“Slap.”

With a poker face, Tang Luo slapped the kid upside the head, moving his light-obstructing head aside, “Go practice. These are the battle scars of fighting for our clan.”

Okay.” The kid clutched his head, retreating into the training room with every third step he took.

Only after hitting the young kid did Tang Luo finally feel a good sense of satisfaction. Since the day he delegated martial arts responsibilities, he hadn’t had a good day’s sleep.

“What you guys are doing is inhumane by making us work overtime.” Tang Luo had pointed out the unhealthy work conditions in the Secret Arts Pavilion several times, but they turned a deaf ear to him.

Competing for stamina with a group of middle-aged men, who were at least at the peak of transcending the mortal realm, Tang Luo admitted defeat. Could these individuals, who recuperated with zest after an hour of meditating, truly be considered human?

He could only marvel at them for transforming complicated martial arts techniques, which could only be understood by researchers, into volumes of iron scrolls that warriors could learn from. It was a real waste not to put them into scientific research.

He also learned why newly developed secret techniques had to be turned over to the Secret Arts Pavilion before they could be printed in volumes for martial artists to learn. That was because you could never imagine how martial arts practitioners from their youth could be so academically barren.

For each martial arts technique that Tang Luo revised, the bulkier ones had about seven or eight pages, and the slimmer ones only two or three. The rest was all content that was already included in the original martial arts method, and didn’t need to be reiterated.

But after the heavy reprographics of the past few days, he realized just how profound those contents that supposedly didn’t need to be mentioned in the Secret Arts Pavilion were.

Even martial artists who had been practicing for over a decade couldn’t state the precise location of their acupuncture points. The routes they’ve practiced since childhood were all memorized by rote.

human body, even the proper channels and extraordinary meridians weren’t completely recognized. To Tang Luo’s surprise, a martial artist who could clearly identify the twelve divergent channels, the

martial arts, these things were but the basic knowledge of

the names of those minor channels into easy-to-understand guidelines. They would then highlight which routes the spiritual energy should take from an introspective

being translated, could become ten or more pages.

submitting martial techniques, to outsiders, it was as simple as submitting their ideas. But within the Secret Arts Pavilion, a significant part of their job was to evaluate the

to designated instructors or martial artists, with the goal of spreading it

calling it a day, Tang Luo

them, the route of

elders of the Secret Arts Pavilion finished their work in the first few days, and then helped Tang Luo with his

Tang Luo’s dark circles were the result

2941.2, he couldn’t feel any shred of happiness. He just felt like he had no

he himself had established the rule that the Secret Arts Pavilion wouldn’t keep idlers, so even in his agony, Tang Luo had to

a rich inventory, and there were plenty of martial arts with lofty ambitions

be fine when I reach the Mortal Realm in a few

could start studying martial arts of the Yellow Rank. His work pressure would instantly be cut by

Tang Mansion Dining Hall

bustle of the mansion was slightly dismal. Fortunately, Tang Sen returned home every night to have dinner with Xu Shuhui. Otherwise, if

dinner table meant it would always be extraordinarily lively. That was because he was a martial artist

gulping noises. Tang Luo always suspected

Nuannuan with one hand and slapped Tang Sen, who was hunched over his

rice on the corner of Tang Sen’s mouth as he raised his head with a

kids, how can you still act so childish?” Xu Shuhui removed the grains of rice from Tang Sen’s

heh.” Tang Sen smiled, looking both

Xu Shuhui rolled her eyes in annoyance and

think that if Luo Er really awakens some sort of bloodline power, our nephew this time might want to

worry. Originally, she thought it impossible for Tang Luo to awaken any bloodline power. But since the Secret Arts Pavilion meeting on the first day of

they all mentioned that Tang Luo was a veritable martial arts genius. They felt relieved that they could trust the

concerns. She had a

opportunity for her all

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