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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.

in the 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

arts, these things were but

Pavilion had to do was to simplify the names of those minor channels into easy-to-understand guidelines. They would

or more pages. If it involved complicated channels, this number

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

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

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

of martial

the first few days, and then helped

the result of these days of

even with his spiritual power accumulating to 2941.2, he couldn’t feel any shred of happiness. He just

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

rich inventory, and there were plenty of martial arts with lofty ambitions for him to modify. If not, he wouldn’t know what to

I reach the Mortal Realm in a few days.” He comforted himself in this way while fighting

work pressure would instantly be

Tang Mansion Dining Hall

weren’t around, the generally hustle and bustle of the mansion was slightly dismal. Fortunately, Tang Sen returned home every night to have dinner with Xu Shuhui. Otherwise, if it were only her, she wouldn’t know how she could stand the

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

noises. Tang Luo always suspected that Tang Nuannuan’s chubbiness

down, I have something to ask you.” Xu Shuhui held Little Nuannuan with one hand and slapped Tang Sen, who was hunched over his meal,

Tang Sen’s mouth as he raised his head with

still act so childish?” Xu Shuhui removed the grains

Tang Sen smiled, looking both honest and

dolt?” Xu Shuhui rolled her eyes in annoyance and shoved the grains of

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

for Tang Luo to awaken any bloodline power. But since the Secret Arts Pavilion meeting on the first day of April, more than ten clan and sect elders had

veritable martial arts genius. They felt relieved that

had a deep

opportunity for her all those years ago, there