Chapter 111: Chapter One Hundred and Seven:
Concealment Technique
Translator: 549690339
“Big brother, this is really hard, can I not learn it?” The little boy pleaded pathetically towards Tang Luo.
“No,” Tang Luo, who was holding a book, replied coldly. “You must learn. Start with the finger strength of Shaoshang. Run spiritual power with the vigor of Wind Attack, following the Lung Meridian of the Hand-Taiyin. Pass through Tianfu, Xiabai, Chize, Kongzui, Lieque, and then stop at Taiyuan. Accumulate thirty strands of spiritual power and then pass through the Yuchi acupoint, finally exploding from the Shaoshang acupoint.”
The little boy complained with a bitter face, “It’s too hard, I can’t remember it
all.”
During the day he had to practice team cooperation as well as martial arts skills. He thought that once he returned to his room he could rest and relax, but he didn’t expect his brother to suddenly ask him to practice such a complicated martial arts technique. His resistance came up immediately.
Tang Luo closed the book, and enticed the little boy. “As long as you can master the unity of Shaoshang, Zhongchong, and Shangyang, you can be the second strongest of the entire First Cultivation Ground.”
“Really?” The little boy’s eyes lit up.
Ever since Tang Zhen kept picking on him, he had been looked down upon by the clan brothers of the First Cultivation Ground. As Tang Luo’s fame grew larger, the little boy often heard his clan brothers discussing Tang Luo. This made him very happy, but sometimes, they would drag him into the conversation.
“The younger brother of the gifted prodigy, he cannot even beat a girl.
He had heard this kind of talk more than once, and although his cultivation had been rapid with the help of the starlings, he still had never been able to beat Tang Zhen once. He was also very anxious.
His eagerness to become stronger was not to prove anything, but because he didn’t want to damage his brother’s reputation due to his own weakness.
So when he heard Tang Luo say that practicing this Wind Attack finger strength could make him stronger, he became excited.
■’Would I lie to you?” said Tang Luo lightly. “You saw the move I used against Mianshen in the forest, right?”
This sudden question startled the little boy, who panicked and said, “Brother, how did you know I was there?”
Tang Luo coughed and said: “Don’t worry about that, just remember that if you learn this, you can use that move too.”
“I can also use it?” The little boy was extremely excited.
“Yes.”
The little boy who got the promise started to fuss with the Wind Attack finger strength. He couldn’t wait to deliver that earth-shattering blow!
“Finish the task of the Heavenly Pathway Technique first, then practice this.” Tang Luo instructed him, then opened the martial arts book and continued reading.
The little boy angrily glared at Tang Luo and ran into the cultivation room.
Tang Ming felt very tired. On one hand, he had to handle the grain collection task assigned by the clan leader, and on the other, he had to appease the resentment from the branch clan leaders.
What’s more, Tang Qi and Tang Cunfu, who were supposed to be his helpers, were all tangled up, and he suddenly found himself without any help.
He had to manage the grain collection plan, constantly assign tasks, and even organize the business of the sailing team himself.
But despite being so busy, the result of grain collection was not satisfactory. Normally, the price of new grain should be the cheapest during the autumn harvest, but due to the influence of the Tang Clan’s grain collection, the time when the new grain should have been the cheapest has become the most expensive time.
Originally, even the most common families in Xiling hoped to eat new grains for the New Year, but clearly, there was no such hope this year.
Although for the big clans, a difference of several dozen gold pieces is not much, but for those poor people, the price of a bag of new rice has risen by five times, which has exceeded their limit.
Fortunately, the price of old grain remains stable, otherwise these commoners might not even be able to eat hot rice by the end of the year.
And the other big clans also came to the season of grain storage, because winter is the time to nourish the land, all crops no longer grow, they must buy enough food for the New Year.
But the clans do not care for old grain – even if the price of new grain soars like this, they just complain a few words, still transporting bags and bags of new grain to their mansions.
For the big and small clans, the matter of several dozen gold pieces is nothing. One night in the Tianxiang Building costs five hundred gold pieces.
There are also those large and small distilleries in Xiling, they have to start collecting grain.
With so many competitors all of a sudden, Tang Ming only felt overwhelmed.
But he still had to carry out the task given by the clan leader meticulously, but this time, the branch clan leaders who always stood behind him to support him, were less than a hundred.
Tang Ming still insisted with gritted teeth because he could not forget his duty as a representative of the branch clan.
October 29th
in the scripture storage room, the shadow of a teenager was searching back and forth. This busy figure has been going on for a whole afternoon.
Yes, this figure is Tang Luo. He urgently needs to practice a concealment technique.
After half a year of convalescence, his spiritual power has reached 9515-4, which is the peak level of Mortal Realm.
This is certainly a cause for celebration, but the problem lies in the time of cultivation, and age.
All the people of Xiling know that his own cultivation was regressed to the Mortal Realm in the battle with the Martial Saint Mountain child. The spiritual power that erupted during the battle in the Jianglin was not very strong either.
If by the end of the year, he suddenly erupted with peak Mortal Realm cultivation, he didn’t dare to imagine what kind of turmoil Xiling would be in.
To achieve peak Mortal Realm cultivation in just half a year, this alone would make the entire Xiling go crazy, and more importantly, Martial Saint Mountain would definitely come to investigate why the boy they determined to be an Innate Hollow Body could show such a terrifying progress rate.
Maybe the Tang Clan is invincible in Xiling, but facing the unfathomably deep heritage of Martial Saint Mountain, the gap is like the difference between an ant and an elephant.
In a collision, death is inevitable.
So Tang Luo needed an excellent concealment technique to hide his breath. Otherwise, if he was to fight with someone in the near future, this peak Mortal Realm breath might bring a big disaster to the Tang Clan.
But regretfully, even though he had searched in the scripture storage until now, the few concealment techniques all had the same problem.
Maintaining the concealment state required continuous spiritual power output. How annoying, Tang Luo felt this design was specifically against him.
Although the spiritual power required to sustain the concealment state was not high, a small mosquito was still a meat, and he felt bad for the unnecessary expenditure of spiritual power.
Moreover, these so-called concealment techniques would automatically quit the concealment state once the spiritual power was exerted violently. This made Tang Luo feel that the person who designed these techniques had a problem with his mind.
I’m not a player who relies on sneak attacks to win, the concealment state disappears once I start fighting, then why the hell should I practice concealment techniques? Isn’t it better to just conceal your breath normally? “What use are you?” Tang Luo stuffed several scrolls back onto the shelf and left the scripture storage room.
If there is no suitable concealment technique for me now, then I’ll just create one myself.
Could a living man be suffocated from holding in his pee? I don’t believe it!
As a researcher who takes the sages as his adversary, he still had some confidence in creating a new technique..
This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺