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Chapter 116: Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: The Young
Master of Changfeng
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“I think you’ve all lost your minds.” Tang Luo thought coldly, watching the two treasure ships departing one after the other.
The Tang Clan sent a treasure ship to pick up refugees and so did the Mi Clan.
But where had the Mi Family gotten so much grain?
Without much thought, it must be a scheme to swindle and coerce. In the territory of Chengzhou, the martial artists would have no choice but feel abased in facing their families being uprooted.
By the time the refugees are fed and satisfied, the Mi Clan possibly would be required to devote an incredible amount of resources to manage and tame them to prevent revolts and escapes.
The more people they took on, the more substantial impact it would have on the Mi Clan in the years to come, but they still decided on that course of action regardless, showing either confidence or arrogance.
“Someday I’ll set fire to your fine fields, then let’s see what you are going to do,” Tang Luo thought maliciously.
Atop North Mountain
North of Xiling there are high mountains. The peaks face north, hence the name North Mountain. The Tang Clan’s ancestral school was set up there, so its rector was also known as the Mountain Elder.
Tang Zhi’s eyes were filled with sorrow. He had never imagined that the clan had misunderstood him so much. This impeachment, although suppressed by wartime restrictions, reminded him that the over two hundred votes seemed to be suggesting that despite his considerable abilities, his clansmen would still misunderstand, resulting in serious issues.
Clouds and mists were rolling under his feet, and the magnificent view was not alleviating his mood, but only making him feel heavier.
He was standing at the edge of the cliff, silent like a huge boulder, as if he was going to blend into the North Mountain.
Tang Kuan came behind Tang Zhi and whispered, “Head look, the students
have been dispatched.”
“Ah Kuan,” Tang Zhi began in a low voice, “Am I really unfit to be the head?” He could not help feeling this doubt, since he still could not reconcile with those two hundred approval votes.
All Tang Kuan could do was comfort him, “In time, they will appreciate your struggles.”
“I hope so,” Tang Zhi said, his sorrowful eyes regaining their clarity, and instructed Tang Kuan, “The future of the Tang Clan is at stake. I can only have peace of mind by entrusting this matter to you.”
Tang Kuan nodded to indicate that he would not fail.
“Brother, this martial technique is not up to the mark,” the little boy said with a grieving face, full of complaints. contemporary romance
Tang Luo, out of curiosity, approached the little boy and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“This Wind Attack Finger Power is no match for the Wind Attack Palm Power. I am at such a disadvantage!” the little boy said angrily. He had already mastered the Minor Merchant Finger Technique and was full of confidence to battle
Tang Zhen.
But the Minor Merchant Finger Technique, which he had worked so hard to master, was not only defeated by the Wind Attack Palm Power, but also the remaining Spiritual Power volleyed back at him. He, who could already last hundreds of rounds, would not accept being knocked down by the first move.
Tang Luo cupped his face, seemingly having realized that his foolish younger brother had excellent talent, but little wisdom in battle.
The Wind Attack Palm Power, condensed by fifty points of Spiritual Power, is the classic palm technique of the Mortal Realm in the Tomgtian Domination Scroll. The Wind Attack Finger Power, on the other hand, is derived from the same source but requires only thirty points of Spiritual Power. Anyone who was expecting to win in such a collision must be dreaming.
But that doesn’t mean the Wind Attack Finger Technique is useless. Lower Spiritual Power consumption simply suggests faster condensation and easier execution.
“Can’t you focus your Spiritual Power into your two hands simultaneously? Right palm for a Wind Attack Palm Power, and left hand for a Wind Attack Finger Power. In this way, can Tang Zhen still be your match?
The surprised look on the little boy’s face made Tang Luo sigh at his brother’s lack of imagination. According to him, one of the crucial elements of martial arts was imagination.
Only dull warriors would fight a mechanical move after move. Since it is martial technique, the skill becomes vital.
If two people with identical Spiritual Power are fighting, you are forming a Wind Attack Palm Power to counteract mine, what will you do about my additional Wind Attack Finger Power?
As for those Mortals who are stunned after casting their sure-kill move, this Wind Attack Finger move could defeat them easily, even if it’s against a Mortal who is five years older than the little boy.
Martial artists who can multitask can significantly boost their combat power. fr(e)e
For instance, martial artists who can operate two Magic Tricks simultaneously could easily achieve swift kills against those who fight with a sequence of moves, even if they are at the same level.
While such a method of improvement is usually introduced to martial artists at the Metamorphosis State, Tang Luo felt it wouldn’t hurt for the little boy to get started sooner.
Chengzhou
The continuous heavy rainfall for three months resulted in the Han River being overwhelmed. As the water levels rose even higher, the flood first broke out in the northern part of Chengzhou, which lies downstream of the Han River.
The continuous heavy rainfall led to an constant flood crisis, spreading from a few hundred miles to three thousand miles.
Half of the houses in the cities along the river have been washed away. Millions of refugees were displaced. Luckily, they were martial artists, and so there were not too many casualties in this first flood.
People dragged their families up the mountains, waiting for the receding of the flood. But everyone knew that even when the flood receded, this year was still going to be a disaster.
The flood outbreak was in autumn, during harvest season. Hundreds of thousands of hectares of crops that had not yet been harvested were washed away overnight. Even when the flood receded, no food could be found in the fields covered with silt.
No one expected the floodwaters to persist and half of Chengzhou was submerged.
Wild animals, fish and shrimp, seaweed, and tree leaves-refugees ate everything they could see, like locusts.
Winter was coming!
In Yuanzhou, there was the Xu Clan, an ancient family that consisted of a hundred branches, with the Main Line in Ying City being the most revered.
Ying City was at the center of Yuanzhou; it was also known as Middle Ying City. There was a prodigy named Xu Changfeng who had studied the supreme sword canon of the world, forged the Tongming Sword Body, defeated all the prodigies in Middle Ying City, and defeated all those who stood against him. He was granted the Xuangjin Dragon Soul Armor and the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Sword. He traveled all over the world on behalf of Xu Clan.
-Why isn’t there any news from Old Ying?” Xu Changge was confused. It should only have taken ten days to travel that two thousand miles riding on the Star Moon Coral Rhinoceros. Now it had already been a year, and yet there was no news.
Xu Changfeng sat cross-legged with his sword, speaking casually, “Once they leave Middle Ying City, who else can control them?”
Son of Wind Changfeng had a free spirit. Even in Middle Ying City, where he and Xu Changge were watching over, he was already quite oppressed. This time he was given the task to travel around the world and voluntarily assumed the responsibility of visiting the branches, wasn’t it just for avoiding Middle Ying City?
“How are we going to explain this to the elders?” Xu Changge was anxious. He knew that his nephew loved freedom and despised restraint. He overruled all opinions this time and let him act as an envoy, partly to let him have some fun. He thought he would return in half a year at the earliest and no more than a year at the latest. After a year, there was still no news from Xiling.
“Every warrior has to go through trials.” Xu Changfeng said casually.
Zhangtong city.
A tall young man came to the riverside and walked towards an old fisherman who was pulling in his net.
“Old man, could you please tell me how to get to Xiling?”
The old fisherman turned around, glanced at the young man, and pointed towards Lingjiang River, “Follow the Lingjiang River to the east, and you’ll reach Xiling City after two thousand miles.”
“Thank you, old man..”