Chapter 62: Chapter Fifty-Eight: Farewell
Translator: 549690339
“The path of martial arts is a long race, those who fail to kill you, are bestowing you with experience.” Tang Luo released Pang Yan’s neck, pulled out a handkerchief to clean the trodden chair and sat down to speak.
No matter how unwilling, defeat is still defeat.
No matter how desolate Pang Yan was, he could not change this reality. Furthermore, he needed to adjust his mentality. Currently, he was the only martial artist at the peak of the Mortal Realm in Cultivation Ground N0.7. Therefore, Tang Luo would not allow him to continue wallowing in despair.
“Next is the losers’ group. If you cannot reach the sixth place, the Mortal-grade Battle Armor I promised will indeed be thrown into Lingjiang River,” Tang Luo warned.
Before Tang Luo finished speaking, all the students’ eyes from Cultivation Ground N0.7 were firmly fixed on his face.
Especially Pang Yan, who had been dejected, seemed to find new hope. He looked at Tang Luo incredulously, “In… Instructor… Your meaning is…?”
“Ah, if the losers’ group fails again, I’ll have to return the battle armor to the smelting room.” Tang Luo casually mentioned, as he crushed the handkerchief which he used to wipe the chair and stuffed it into his bosom.
“Long live the Instructor!”
Suddenly, a cheer that echoed across the cultivation ground erupted from the resting area of Cultivation Ground N0.7. The aristocratic children who were watching them were puzzled; the cheers made it appear as if they were the winners.
With the battle armor as motivation, the students were suddenly full of energy, especially Pang Yan. After seeing a glimmer of hope after his desperation, he wore an intensely murderous expression.
Cultivation Ground N0.7, who entered the losers’ group, seemed to have transformed into a pack of beasts that crushed all other cultivation grounds with their unstoppable manner.
Especially Pang Yan, who was chosen to go into battle first. His daily mannerism of fighting two opponents at once let the noble families’ children understand.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t strong enough, but that Cultivation Ground No.2 was simply too strong.
After the matches, Cultivation Ground N0.7 went from ninth place to the sixth.
Pang Yan was also chosen by a collateral heir after the matches and became the primary servant.
It must be known that two months prior, he was merely one among many ordinary peak Mortal Realm practitioners. He never dreamt that he could become the primary servant of a collateral lineage heir. And all this was given to him by Tang Luo.
“Thank you, Instructor Tang.”
The tournament had ended, and it was also the day for Tang Luo to bid them farewell.
November 13th: Suitable day for bathing, performing a ‘guan li’ (coming-of-age) ceremony, repairing the fence and moving.
Fifty iron boxes were neatly stacked into a massive square in Cultivation Ground N0.7. Under the morning sun, it appeared solemn.
Tang Luo stood atop the iron boxes, appearing quite tall. This made him relaxed. He always had to crane his neck to look at people, which made his neck ache.
The students were also considerate of Tang Luo’s emotions, craning their necks to look at Tang Luo, who stood on the boxes.
“Today is my last day at Cultivation Ground N0.7.” Tang Luo looked at the familiar faces below him, feeling somewhat melancholic.
“These past few months, I have always been scolding you all. I hope you won’t take it to heart.” Good words can warm three winter months, but harsh words can chill to the bone in the summer. Tang Luo always berated them when he corrected their martial techniques. He was well aware of this.
The students quickly expressed that the instructor was scolding them correctly and that it was good, but Tang Luo wouldn’t believe such words. He waved his hand, halting their compliments.
“Although I believe you all are genuinely foolish,” Tang Luo looked at them and said leisurely, “but I still hope you all can continue to live. After ten or twenty years, I hope you can achieve renown, have children, and then find me and say…”
“Instructor Tang, your judgment is flawed, look at how far I’ve come.”
“I hope that one day, you can prove me wrong.”
“So, I’m giving you these suits of armor not for you to charge headfirst into battle, but to remind you to protect yourselves.”
“You only have one life.” Tang Luo said all he wanted to say and felt a sense of relief.
Of course, I know that those in power should be cold-blooded and ruthless.
Of course, I recognize the blind loyalty of a clan’s martial artists is a deliberate ploy.
I also understand the principles of merciless leadership and ruthless governance.
But perhaps, Tang Luo chuckled lightly.
I’m more suited to be an ordinary person. Even obtaining the status of a noble heir, there’s nothing I can do that matches it.
Even though I can kill an enemy without batting an eye, I always hope that people I know can live healthily until the end. Even if the majority of them won’t have major accomplishments, I still hope that they can live an ordinary life, rather than becoming corpses on a battlefield.
Tang Luo personally handed over the suits of armor in the boxes to the students in Cultivation Ground N0.7 and gave instructions one by one.
“Du Ze, don’t stop training, even if you don’t practice new martial techniques, don’t drop the daily routine of channeling qi.”
“Zhan Ping, stop messing around with all the fancy stuff. If you really like shadow assassination so much, practice a more powerful fist technique.”
“Pang Yan, with a strong and unmatched fist technique, you need a body that has gone through countless trials. Otherwise, when brute-forcing, you will be at a disadvantage.”
“Zhang Peng, focus on practicing a single martial technique. It’s better to excel at one than to be mediocre in many.”
One sentence for each person, these were the final pieces of advice he could give them as their instructor. Afterwards, Tang Luo would exist in Xiling as the master of the Star Pavilion and then when his spiritual power became strong enough, he would leave to look for opportunities to advance the Heavenly Pathway Technique.
They part today, and who knows when they will meet again. And even more likely, many of them will be people Tang Luo will never see again in his lifetime. So, at this moment, he wanted to memorize everyone’s look.
The boxes decreased one by one, and in the blink of an eye, every student had a huge armor box on their back, but there was still one left by Tang Luo’s feet.
This set, was originally meant for Fang Han, but now, it has lost its owner.
Tang Luo picked up the extra suit of armor and waved goodbye to the students. He then turned and prepared to leave.
From behind, the rhythmic sound of steps hitting the ground echoed. This was the Tang Clan’s warrior salute.
After stepping, they knelt on one knee and pounded their chest with their right hand to show the highest respect.
Tang Luo raised his right hand and casually waved, indicating that he acknowledged them, without looking back.
On November 13, the earth malefic in the Star Pavilion opened.
Tang Luo condensed the fifth star child, and his daily spiritual power increase once again reached 21 points.
On November 27, Tang Luo’s spiritual power reached 294 points. At the cusp of condensing the sixth star child, he had to take the little boy back home to “report on his job.”
To avoid worrying his family too much, he decided to wait until the beginning of December to condense the sixth star child. Otherwise, each monthly home visit would show him to be weak and out of breath – he was afraid that Xu Shuhui’s heart wouldn’t be able to take it..
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