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 clearly identify the twelve divergent channels, the twelve tendon channels,

who wanted to research martial arts, these things

Pavilion had to do was to simplify 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

become ten or more pages. If it involved complicated channels, this

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

instructors or martial artists, with the goal of

five martial arts segments and calling it a day, Tang Luo had to

of martial arts was incredibly

the Secret Arts Pavilion finished their work in the first few days,

circles were the result of these days of

spiritual power accumulating to 2941.2, he couldn’t feel any shred of

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

there were plenty of martial arts with lofty ambitions for him to modify.

few days.” He

pressure would instantly be cut by five times, and he would

Tang Mansion Dining Hall

Fortunately, Tang Sen returned home every night to have dinner with Xu Shuhui. Otherwise, if it were only her,

That was because he was a martial artist who found everything delicious and

Tang Luo always suspected that Tang Nuannuan’s chubbiness was partly the

Shuhui held Little Nuannuan with one hand and slapped Tang Sen, who was hunched over his meal, with the

There were still grains of rice on the corner of Tang Sen’s mouth as he raised his head with a puzzled look, looking as

Xu Shuhui removed the

Tang Sen smiled, looking both honest

rolled her eyes in annoyance and shoved the grains of rice into

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

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

some small talk, they all mentioned that Tang Luo was a veritable martial arts genius. They felt relieved that they could trust the future of the Secret

a deep understanding of

risking his life to create an opportunity for her all those years ago,

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