Chapter 89: Chapter Eighty-Five: Gold
Translator: 549690339
“Steward Fan.” Tang Luo called out to Fan Qing.
“The half-million gold Tu Tong brought should be just right to redeem Su Mei. Arrange for that.”
Tang Luo didn’t plan to take back the money, intending to help Tu Tong fulfill his last wish.
Tu Tong’s parents died in a natural disaster years ago, leaving him alone with no relatives or friends. As a martial artist at the peak of Breaking Through Mortality, his death was unattended, with no one to carry his coffin or mourn over his spirit. His only hope was that after redeeming Su Mei, she could hold a funeral ceremony for him as his wife.
Upon hearing Tang Luo’s words, Fan Qing felt bitter.
As the Clan Elder had ordered the redemption of Su Mei, Tianxiang Building had to comply, but there were some matters he had to clarify: “The Clan Elder’s order must be followed by Tianxiang Building. But the bag Tu Tong brought is not with us, it was taken away by Lord Shen’s servant Zhang Xinghe.”
Tang Luo, surprised, asked, “Are you saying that the old Tu’s gold was taken by the man who killed him?”
Fan Qing grimaced and replied, “Clan Elder, the guards only saw Zhang Xinghe taking Tu Tong’s bag. As for whether it contained gold or not….”
Tang Luo waved his hand to stop Fan Qing from speaking further as a wave of murderous intent surged in him.
A martial artist charged at him, who could be subdued but was instead killed. His gold was taken as well. Lord Shen’s servant showed great audacity and immense Evil Qi.
The death of Tu Tong was because he was not as skilled. Although Tang Luo wanted to avenge him, he was unable to do so because the Battle Hall did not accept revenge missions for non-clan members.
But now, things were different.
Looking into Fan Qing’s eyes, Tang Luo said, word by word, “You never met Tu Tong.”
“What?” Fan Qing was stunned, not understanding.
“What I mean,” Tang Luo said coldly, “is that Tu Tong had never been to your Tianxiang Building. This time he came to redeem a courtesan on my behalf. Do you understand?”
Fan Qing was greatly shocked and understood Tang Luo’s intention. But as a mere steward, he really didn’t dare to agree to such a collusion. “Clan Elder, please reconsider. Zhang Xinghe is Lord Shen’s servant. If this is not handled properly, the peace of Xiling that has lasted for hundreds of years might be ruined. I implore the Clan Elder to consider the overall situation.”
Having said that, Fan Qing knelt down and kowtowed. The guards in the courtyard also knelt, and the whole place became silent.
Tang Luo tugged his mouth into a smile, finding this group of people amusing.
Consider the overall situation? Did Zhang Xinghe think about that?
He took merciless action and showed no mercy. Didn’t he consider that he might offend the Tang Clan by doing such a thing in North City?
He dared to act in such a manner precisely because he saw Tu Tong as just a warrior, not a nobleman.
If one of his servants dared to jeopardize the peace of Xiling, should I be afraid?
Why should those who are wronged have to consider the overall situation, to forgive the other party?
I’ve been practicing martial arts painstakingly for a decade, not for the sake of preserving the overall situation, damn it!
Tang Luo crouched down, looking into Fan Qing’s eyes, his gaze bloodthirsty and crazed: “This is not a discussion. It’s an order.”
“Zhang Xinghe killed my messenger and stole the money I was going to use to redeem the courtesan. Understand?”
Fan Qing was trembling inside. He had come to understand what kind of person the young Clan Elder before his eyes was.
But now that he knew, it seemed to be of little help. Seeing the madness in Tang Luo’s eyes, refusing seemed to mean that while he didn’t know if Xiling would go to war, he, as the steward of Tianxiang Building, would certainly be beaten up by the law enforcement martial artists.
“Yes, your humble servant understands.” In his panic, Fan Qing could only nod his head.
Tang Luo patted Fan Qing’s shoulder, saying: “Align the accounts of all the guards and girls. I’ll leave this matter to you.”
Fan Qing felt he was terribly unlucky. He had thought that Tang Luo was just an impulsive youth, but his actions proved to be shrewd and calculating.
What did he mean by leaving it to him? It meant that if there were any inconsistencies in Tianxiang Building’s account in the future, it meant he hadn’t handled the matter well, and he would come directly to find him.
Fan Qing originally considered whether he should wait a bit before delivering the news to the clan as he was instructed. Now it was clear that his plan couldn’t work and he had to reply promptly through a sobbing voice, “Rest assured Elder, I will handle this matter properly.”
“Hmph.” Tang Luo exhaled a sigh, stood up, and turned to Su Mei who was still leaning on Tu Tong’s chest, “Tu’s last wish was to redeem you. Even though he’s dead, I will fulfill this wish for him. My request is that you mourn him for three years. After three years, you’ll truly be free. Can you accomplish this?”
Su Mei turned her head, her eyes swollen and red, kneeling down she replied, “I am worthless and not worth pitying. I only request you to avenge my husband.” Tang Luo sighed internally, glanced at Tu Tong’s faceless body, didn’t answer, and left the backyard.
Within dynasties, talents flourish, each dominating the world for hundreds of years.
The world today is filled with numerous powerful clans and sects that control spiritual mountains and rich lands.
Story of an individual who manages to change the course of history might have been possible a thousand years ago, but today it’s durably difficult.
The stronger are getting stronger and the weaker are getting weaker. When the disparity between the strong and the weak reaches a certain degree, even if you are greatly aggrieved, all you can do is obey and numb yourself.
To practice martial arts is the only way out for civilians. You need daring courage to kill and superior skills to stand out.
What is the ultimate goal of practicing martial arts? For the majority of civilian fighters, it is to be formidable in their wake, and to embrace beautiful women when drunk.
The ambitions of a small group of people are greater, they not only want beautiful women and fine wine, but also power in their hands. This has become the ultimate goal for ambitious people.
But for many aristocratic children, what these civilian warriors chase for their lifetime, they have it from the day they were born.
All roads lead to Rome, but some people were born in Rome.
The privileged conditions will breed a lot of parasites. For most aristocratic children, losing their life goals and indulging in hedonism is common.
Through their complex family relationships, they will inevitably make such friends who revel in the enticing life. Persevering in the dull activity of practicing martial arts is not as exciting as indulging in these pleasures. Many young talents sink into a life of desire, wasting their years of hard work.
Why do clans filled with parasites still occupy such glorified resources and show no signs of decline? Because of their laissez-faire elite education.
Those who are forced to practice martial arts will achieve nothing, because when it comes down to it, martial arts is a personal affair.
Persistent martial arts training that endures pain and loneliness won’t really have a motive if it’s only for vain.
Only a few people who truly love martial arts and discipline themselves have a chance to become the strongest.
Years of accumulation will make one fearfully powerful.
He doesn’t even need to make a move, sitting there like a Buddha is enough to make people fear him.
So, the clans only produce two types of people, elites, and mediocrities.
For instance, the Tang Clan, this generation’s clan disciple has about three hundred people, but there are only about twenty people in the First Cultivation Ground.
To know, even the least of the Cultivation Ground No.7, has fifty students, not to mention the Cultivation Ground with the largest number of students, No.2, which has over a hundred people.
Normally, wouldn’t such a clan have been replaced by civilian martial artists?
Unfortunately, if a mass battle was to really take place in the Cultivation Ground, the coordination of the twenty people in the first Cultivation Ground could kill people from the second all the way up to the ninth Cultivation Ground.
Physical differences, skill differences, coordination differences, will lead to a result that is despairingly awe-inspiring.
Even the little boy who is always bullied by Tang Zhen, he can fight and defeat as many as five opponents of the same spiritual power level.
A wolf pack must be led by a lion. Otherwise, it will be torn apart, the clan that deeply understands this will never hand over their power to useless clan members.
As long as the elite education of the clan is not interrupted the new generation will keep supporting the era.
Because mediocre warriors, no matter how many you want, there are as many as you need..
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