Chapter 829: Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three: Reality

They signed a joint petition, demanding the Elder Council to revoke all the honorary titles of the patriarchs from the Secret Arts Pavilion, and to brand all those martial arts masters who participated in the modifications as criminals of the Tang Clan, especially Elder Tang Hongtao, whose impeachment posts had piled up on Clan Leader Tang Zhi’s desk.

Moreover, the warriors of the family began to refuse to practice the Heavenly Pathway Technique, saying, “Since it’s no longer the original technique of our lineage, why shouldn’t I cultivate the classics from Martial Saint Mountain?”

It seemed to these people, so-called inheritance was only considered complete when it was passed down unchanged.

In Tang Luo’s eyes, such a rigid mindset was no different from that of a stupid donkey, because the only constant in this world was, perhaps, change itself.

After all, ever since the Tang Clan had defeated the Mi Clan, the people of the family had become content with the status quo and saw such drastic reforms as a waste of resources and energy, nothing more than foolish hassle.

Fortunately, the members of the Elder Council at the top tier understood the future challenges the Tang Clan would face. Despite the misunderstanding of their clanspeople, they still clenched their teeth and persisted.

If a single-branch family technique had so many conservative supporters, then imagine the Four Imperial Spirit Seals, which had created an entire civilization.

now had to be better than in the ancient times. Cultivators were stronger, the literature was more

there were those who stubbornly believed that the older something was, the more powerful it must be,

time, all crowns of the pinnacle were bound to scatter in the wind. Many people could not accept the change in their status, thinking that by clinging to the pride

pushing the Four Imperial Spirit Seals to an unprecedented level, he too found no

of the Four Imperial Civilizations, to the extent that he dared not judge what was wrong, vainly trying to find the right path

Imperial Spirit Seals was precisely because it was the wrong path, and a wrong path is not worth correcting. Giving up was the decision that

best, was just a martial arts master with exceptional talent. To claim that he could redirect a misguided civilization onto the right path in a single day was ludicrous, but to find a path that led

not because his martial arts skills weren’t sufficient, but because he dared not negate the achievements of his predecessors, forcing himself to produce a correct blossom on a wrong path. If he really could have grown such a blossom, that would

on Chen Menglu himself; he had no intention of assisting from the sidelines

bejeweled brocade box appeared on the table. He carefully folded the thin scroll and

swallowed the scroll, it vanished from the table surface. Chen Menglu, feeling as though he had accomplished a great deed, let out a long sigh and turned his gaze back to Tang Luo’s face. He saw the young master

limits of their cultivation in this world and intended to pass on their mantle. From any perspective, a young person in their twenties beginning such a study was

muster the courage to decide. He put the pen down, rubbed his swollen brow and nose bridge, and responded, “The junior has been

is a ceremony exclusive to the inheritor of the mantle. If your brother were to follow Yankong back to the Buddha’s

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