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Chapter 1096 - Chapter 1096 Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety Dwelling in

Chapter 1096: Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety: Dwelling in Peace Chapter 1096: Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety: Dwelling in Peace Sister Xiu’er’s face turned red upon seeing Tang Luo’s reluctance and, rolling her eyes, popped the neck meat back into her mouth, muttering, “What a fuss!”

Ignoring Sister Xiu’er’s minor complaint, Tang Luo reached out with his Yun hand to grab a piece of fish to eat. Unlike the other person who aimed for the firm flesh on the fish upper back, Tang Luo’s gaze was on the fish’s belly.

In fact, he didn’t care much about the taste of the fish; whether he ate it raw or cooked made little difference to him. After all, the food would slide down into the Void Stomach and turn into energy, the so-called bad or good taste was but a brief sensation.

The reason for choosing the lower belly was that it was the fattiest part of the fish, with the pink and white flesh clearly looking like a high-energy nourishing item.

If he was going to eat raw meat anyway, why not eat something high in energy?

Tang Luo expressionlessly grabbed a handful of belly flesh with his Yun hand and stuffed it into his mouth, already braced for the onslaught of fishy richness.

But when the pink and white fish flesh entered his mouth, it was as if a new world had opened up.

The texture of the fish was soft, like the tender lips of a young girl, with the fat blending between the lips without any obvious muscle strands. There was not a hint of the fishy smell of the sea, but rather the sweet succulence of the fat and a slight sourness of the fish flesh, with a faint sweet aftertaste.

Since his senses became acutely sharp, this was one of the few times he had praised food.

Seeing Tang Luo dig out meat from the lower belly to eat, Sister Xiu’er raised her eyebrows in approval, saying, “Hey, you’ve got quite the discerning taste!”

While praising him, Sister Xiu’er also carved a piece of pink and white fish flesh from the front belly and introduced it, saying, “This is the belly meat, soft and sweet in texture, the most expensive part of the whole fish. The pinkish area on top here is called Frost Descending, and the whiter area below is called Snake Belly.”

“Just like this piece!” Sister Xiu’er flourished the piece of fish in her hand, proudly saying, “If this were offered in the banquet hall of Yunlai Inn, it would sell for at least seventeen or eighteen Gold Coins.”

Tang Luo’s attention was entirely focused on the big fish in front of him, wondering why a descendant of the Yun Clan would be so interested in the trivial details of food prices.

Although a martial artist with a Void Stomach could eat anything, if circumstances allowed, he still preferred to eat something tasty, like the big fish before him!

After trying out this soft and sweet freshness, Tang Luo’s Yun hand moved at a noticeably faster frequency, and Sister Xiu’er, who had been running around all day, was famished. Seeing that her explanation went unanswered, she rolled her eyes and joined the accelerated dining.

Martial artists normally have an impressive appetite, and especially these two famished individuals. In no time, they had devoured the big fat fish, leaving nothing behind. Tang Luo even cleaned the meat from the bones with his Yun hand. If he hadn’t thought it would look terribly unseemly, he would have liked to crunch the fish bones, too.

This meal was the best he had had since being injured, even better, in his opinion, than the braised meat in the small courtyard.

After all, just thinking about that boiling pot with the offal and that freshly tart taste was enough to significantly diminish Tang Luo’s appetite.

Fish flesh is much better. It seems living by the seaside does have its advantages.

Looking at the fish bones left and the diminished hunger signal, Tang Luo was thoroughly satisfied.

“Tsk tsk, I thought this fish would last until tomorrow, but who knew it’d be gone in no time!”

Sister Xiu’er sighed, then picked out a few fish bones and muttered to herself, “These bones are good; I’ll keep them and spruce them up, and go out to sea again tomorrow.”

…

The sea is a treasure of the Human Race, if only sea monsters and beasts wouldn’t come to cause trouble.

Sister Xiu’er somehow knew so much; she only took three days to build two small huts on high ground using sturdy trees and vines.

This made Tang Luo couldn’t help but admire her. If he had this skill when he was in seclusion in Beimang, he wouldn’t have had to live like a wild man, carving out a small cave in the mountains.

Although a man devoted to martial arts shouldn’t care about such external things, having a better quality of life is indeed beneficial for long-term martial arts research.

For instance, as Tang Luo lay in the hut listening to the howling wind and snow outside, he felt very at ease, even though his physical body was now strong enough to withstand heat and cold.

But the feeling of having a roof over one’s head is indeed much better than living under the open sky. Plus, the scent of oil continually wafted inside the hut–this must be the ancient oil refining method Sister Xiu’er mentioned.

Who would have thought that those sour and unpalatable fruits could be used to press for oil? Tang Luo seemed to understand why the Yun Family had fallen from the top rank of martial strength among humans.

After all, human energy is limited. Spending the effort that other powers would use to enhance their martial prowess on discovering the beauties of the world brings joy indeed, but over time, it also diminishes the motivation to strive for advancement.

Because research in martial arts is like rowing upstream–if you stop, you’ll be pushed backward. To put it simply, if an exceptionally talented fighter could bring the Yun Family Spirit Art to a level of eighty points, the people who follow don’t start their research from eighty points.

They must understand the research that reached eighty points thoroughly, and only then can they look for other opportunities to improve.

Generally speaking, if a clan has a dozen or so researchers all with an eighty-point level of understanding who can interact with each other, perhaps they can carve out an eighty-five-point level of research. Then everyone can comprehend that, improve further, and continue to interact.

It’s this kind of cyclical learning and research that is the norm for a martial arts institution. However, the most troublesome thing about inheritance is that if there’s suddenly a gap, the later generations will have to start from scratch and learn from the records anew.

And so-called achievements are never just about turning them into text; the key to inheritance is people, experienced people. The old pass their knowledge to the young, and the young exceed the old.

It’s the effort of generation after generation that allows a powerful family’s martial strength to keep advancing.

But the Yun Clan’s starting point might have been too high, which led the later generations to believe that they could maintain their martial prowess’s advancement simply by resting on the laurels of existing research.

The once preeminent Yun Family eventually didn’t even have a grandmaster left, which can’t help but evoke a sense of lament.

…

In Zhongzhou’s Longyuan,

In front of the large stone throne, Corpse Monk Gu Han was conversing with a man dressed elegantly.

“Master Ji, according to the news from the tower a month ago, Evil King Palace had sent an envoy to negotiate collaboration with Chaochang’s Xiang Family, but it’s already been a month and you haven’t received any news here. Could something unexpected have happened?” Gu Han suggested.

“Shall we send more men?”

“There’s no need,” the man referred to as Master Ji declined. “My people absolutely won’t encounter any problems. You, Right Protector, can be at ease.”