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.

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

someone who wanted to research martial arts, these things were but the

those minor channels into easy-to-understand guidelines. They would

become ten or more pages. If it

their ideas. But within the Secret Arts Pavilion, a significant part of their job was to evaluate the value of a

instructors or martial artists, with the goal of spreading

translating three to five martial arts segments and calling it

route of

finished their work in the first

Tang Luo’s dark circles were the result of

2941.2, he couldn’t feel any shred of happiness. He just felt like

wouldn’t keep idlers, so even in his agony,

plenty of martial arts with lofty ambitions for

in a few days.” He comforted himself

arts of the Yellow Rank. His work pressure would instantly be cut by five times, and he would no longer

Tang Mansion Dining Hall

Sen returned home every night to have dinner with Xu Shuhui. Otherwise, if it were only her, she wouldn’t know how she could

be extraordinarily lively. That was

hear his gulping noises. Tang Luo always suspected that

Xu Shuhui held Little Nuannuan with one

of Tang Sen’s mouth as he raised his head with a puzzled look,

still act so childish?” Xu Shuhui removed the grains of rice from Tang Sen’s face

Sen smiled, looking

annoyance and shoved the grains of rice into his mouth before

Er really awakens some sort of bloodline power, our

thought it impossible for Tang Luo to awaken any bloodline power. But since the Secret Arts Pavilion meeting on

arts genius. They felt relieved that they could trust the future of the Secret Arts Pavilion to him, and so

a deep understanding of the

brother risking his life to create an opportunity for her all those years ago, there was no way she could have eloped

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