Chapter 95: Chapter Ninety-One: Curtain Call (Please Recommend’)
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The inconclusive duel between the two renowned talents of Xiling was unexpected by all, but their brief exchange left everyone enthralled.
Perhaps to those Mortal Realm warriors with limited vision, the two only launched one move each. But for those who have immersed themselves in the Transcendence Realm for decades, the disparity between their skills and the skills shown by the two prodigies was despairingly vast.
The use of Qingmu True Qi by Mr. Mi was undoubtedly at its peak. The hundreds of Transcendent Realm warriors present asked themselves – could they have taken that strike of the Thousand Green Python Kill Fist unscathed? The answer was obvious.
For most Transcendent Realm warriors, they would have to use their trump card in order to block a casual strike from Mr. Mi. Yet, Tang Luo, a fourteen-year-old boy, casually returned a blow without being at a disadvantage. This completely upended the beliefs of the watching warriors.
Furthermore, when faced with Tang Luo’s invitation for a life-and-death battle, Mr. Mi actually chose to retreat, which was very disappointing.
After all, in the eyes of most people, they didn’t care about Mr. Mi’s inner turmoil, or how calculated his plans were. All they saw was the trepidation that the prodigy of the Mi family showed when faced with the challenge from the prodigy of the Tang Family.
Therefore, as the sedan chair disappeared into the sky and the followers of the Mi Clan retreated, the anticipated duel in the Jianglin field had officially come to an end.
“Prodigy, Tang Luo!” The first victorious cheer, filled with enthusiasm, erupted from the Tang Clan’s assembly.
The frenzy followed by the crowd’s cheers, everyone was frantically shouting Tang Luo’s name.
“Tang Luo, Tang Luo!”
“Prodigy, Prodigy!”
From the grounds below to the trees above, thousands of warriors were shouting the name of one person. Such a scene, even ten years later, would still be remembered by some.
A fourteen-year-old prodigy managed to provoke and repel the twenty-five-year-old Mr. Mi.
Standing on a big tree in the far east were three people of unusual appearance – two adults and one child.
They were wrapped tightly in cloaks and bamboo hats, taking up the entire tree, in stark contrast to the crowd standing on the surrounding trees.
The reason why only the three of them were on the tree was due to one of the adults standing in mid-air.
Hovering in mid-air was the hallmark of a Fierce Realm Warrior. Who would dare to share a tree with someone at the Fierce Realm? So, this advantageous tree with excellent vision was dominated by these three individuals.
“Brother is so cool!” The small figure in the cloak grabbed the adult next to him, expressing his excitement.
The adult cloaked figure extended a slender, fair hand to pat the back of the excited youth, saying: “One day, Star will be just as cool. Mother believes in you.”
“Yes!” The little cloaked figure nodded vigorously, looking at Tang Luo in the middle of Jianglin with envy.
The cloaked woman turned her head and looked at the hovering cloaked figure, saying proudly, ‘Were you this impressive when you were Luo’s age?”
The hovering cloaked figure had a notably deep voice, “No.”
These three were Tang Sen, Xu Shuhui, and Tang Xing.
For Tang Luo’s first duel, against a prodigy of the previous generation, how could their family not be present?
But the status of the First Head of the Martial Hall, Xu Shuhui, was extremely sensitive, so she disguised all three of them like this. Though they may still attract attention, at least they wouldn’t cause any disturbances.
Watching her son stand in the middle of Jianglin, basking in the cheers of the crowd, Xu Shuhui felt overwhelmingly proud.
The words of Martial Saint Mountain’s Bu Xiao made her beloved son the laughingstock of Xiling. She was so afraid that her good son would be forever crushed, but the facts proved that a prodigy is a prodigy. Even if buried in the mud for a while, he will still shine brightly at a certain moment.
Tang Luo stood at the center of Jianglin, his sturdy outfit making noises as the wind blew. Looking at the retreating Mr. Mi, his eyes were full of laughter.
Being able to deter the enemy without a fight was undoubtedly the best outcome for him. It didn’t matter how much Spiritual Power others expended during a battle, but for him, it was akin to cutting flesh from his body.
It took a lot to accumulate 3659.4 units of Spiritual Power, and just by launching one Martial Ruo finger, he lost 150 points.
If he really fought with Mr. Mi, even though he was sure he would win, the expenditure of Spiritual Power could reach two thousand points, which was unbearable for Tang Luo.
So, being able to drive Mr. Mi away was definitely the best outcome.
His daring indication for a duel to the death instead of a simple sparring was definitely not dependent on his own spiritual power. After all, the opponent had a Yexuan carriage. If they were truly mad, nobody could stop them.
But on his way there, he had inadvertently noticed several oddly dressed people in a large tree to the east. The numbers above their heads were exactly the same as those of Tang Sen and his companions, quite a coincidence indeed.
So, if they had to fight, then they will. After all, Tang Luo had powerful people backing him, he confidently thought to himself.
Star Pavilion, West City
After Tu Tong’s death, the Eastern Boss designated another manager for the pavilion, also a peak cultivator who had shed the mortal realm.
But this time, Hua Ji seemed to have lost his enthusiasm for proactively socializing. Though he still greeted and bowed respectfully whenever they met, his desire to foster a good relationship seemed to have died with Tu Tong.
Every day at dawn, the Star Pavilion opened, selected nine warriors, then closed. This routine remained unchanged.
Once the nine warriors left, Hua Ji’s work was done. However, he had to thoroughly clean the practice rooms. On top of that, the Star Pavilion had seventy-two practice rooms in total, nine in use and the remaining sixty-three left vacant.
The vacant rooms required even more frequent cleaning, keeping Hua Ji extraordinarily busy. As a result, he hadn’t returned home in half a year.
Today, for the first time since becoming the manager, he decided to leave the pavilion and return home, which gave him some pause.
After not seeing each other for half a year, would Xing Yu resent him? The previously certain young man was feeling an unexpected fear.
After Tang Sen became the first head of the Martial Hall, Chang Fu was transferred there to help him handle miscellaneous tasks, and the affairs of the Tang Mansion were managed by several other old stewards.
Because Hua Ji was now a manager of Tang Luo’s business, he was no longer a servant of the Tang Mansionand had also lost the right to freely enter and exit the mansion.
The entrance and front yard were managed by Chang Le.
“Manager Hua, how come you have time to come back today?” Young Chang Le briefly met with Hua Ji before continuing. He has a favorable impression of Hua Ji, who rose swiftly in rank, and his manners were notably polite.
“You’re too kind, Chang Steward. I’m here to see Xing Yu.” Hua Ji returned the greeting, feeling a bit awkward.
Chang Le shook his head and pulled out a wooden token from his bosom and handed him, saying: “Everyone in the mansion knows you, Manager Hua, so I won’t accompany you.”
“Thank you, Steward Chang.” Hua Ji received the token with a gesture of deep gratitude.
Walking through the familiar courtyard, Hua Ji felt strangely detached. He passed through the front yard and bypassed the central court. As he saw the servant quarters approaching, he felt fear gripping at his heart.
He, himself, hadn’t returned to the Tang Mansion for half a year.
Taking a deep breath, Hua Ji arrived at the door of the servant’s room and knocked.
“Who’s there?” A voice, as clear as an oriole, sounded from inside the room.
When the door opened, it was indeed Xing Yu. As they made eye contact, at once, the two were both taken aback.
Leaning against the door, the sixteen-year-old girl had been hiding bashfully since Hua Ji had caught sight of her, even her cute little face was frozen unnaturally.
She made him feel as though she saw not her lover, but a stranger.
Hua Ji couldn’t believe the change in her. How could that adorable and lively girl become so strange to him just after half a year? He trembled, saying, “Xiao Yu, it’s me, Brother Ah-ji. Don’t you recognize me?”
He took a step towards her, intending to grasp Xing Yu’s hand on the door frame.
Seeing Hua Ji’s movement, the young girl retreated hurriedly like a frightened deer, widening the distance between them.
“How can it be like this, how can it be?” Hua Ji murmured to himself, his eyes filled with misery.
With his outstretched hand stuck mid-air, he felt as though a dagger had stabbed him in the heart, twising painfully. The agony was such he was unable to breathe, leaving him frozen in place..
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