I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1904 - 335: Public Memorial

Chapter 1904: Chapter 335: Public Memorial

The students on the back mountain continued to busily seek their own True Spirit, like flies trapped in a glass bottle, fearlessly crashing toward any direction where there’s light, hitting the wall hard, shaking their heads, and then as if forgetting the pain, crashing toward another light source.

But even though these Inner Sect Disciples were so determined and diligent, they couldn’t change the reality that their progress was constantly being delayed.

It was at this moment that Yang Fan realized he should take some initiative.

As the first martial artist to seek out his True Spirit and leave his name on the pavilion in the back mountain, he didn’t find seeking the True Spirit to be so difficult.

So after that, he wholeheartedly devoted himself to the practice of swordsmanship.

The "Sword Tome of the Supreme Heavens" from the Xu Clan is profound and vast, possessing a deadly attraction for a young boy who’s crazy about swords.

Flipping through the several feet thick sword tome, it was as if he was conversing with the boundlessly powerful swordsmen of the Xu Clan, an experience so wonderfully mysterious that Yang Fan even fell into a state of oblivious cultivation at one point.

When he came back to his senses, there were already dozens of names inscribed with Primary Qi above the pavilion, most of which shared the same surname.

This made Yang Fan curious, so he paused his cultivation to observe why Tang Clan disciples were able to surpass the Inner Sect Disciples.

It didn’t take long for him to discover the clue.

Although the Tang Family disciples were from the same sect, it was evident that they were taught according to their aptitude, and their cultivated methods were very diverse. Apart from their main sect’s Gengjin功法, there were also practices of swordsmanship, magic arts, and fringe arcane skills, with complexity comparable to scattered martial artists gathering from all corners of the world.

Yet such complex martial arts origins did not hinder them from seeking their True Spirit, thanks to the selfless guidance of accomplished individuals.

Looking back at the lonely and diligent figures of the disciples who climbed the Cloud Ladder and entered the Inner Court, it indeed seemed somewhat pitiful.

Therefore, Yang Fan found the disciples who had already inscribed their names on the pavilion and were constantly teaching among the Tang Clan, hoping to persuade them to help those Inner Sect Disciples who didn’t know how to proceed in the same way.

To the Eldest Senior Brother of the Inner Court who inscribed his name first, the Tang Clan disciples were respectful, but when faced with such a request, they seemed a bit hesitant.

Headed by Tang Tianyu, the Tang Clan disciples suggested that if the previously rude Inner Court disciples were willing to apologize to the Tang Clan disciples, they might overlook past grievances and allow them to listen in.

Yang Fan conveyed the Tang Clan’s attitude to his side, and when the Inner Court disciples heard about it, they didn’t hesitate and immediately ran over to apologize to the Tang Clan, bowing numerous times, before standing quietly at the side, listening to the discussions within the small circles.

They occasionally nodded, pondered, and mostly moved around different discussion circles. _{\n(o)v.e\l.com}

Sometimes, after thinking deeply, they would bump into a Tang Clan disciple but never retort against cold words or sarcasm, responding instead with smiles, hurrying to the next small circle, humbly in a manner that aroused pity.

Disciples from prominent families will never understand the wandering martial artists’ desire to improve their martial arts.

What does face value matter? An apology in person is the least they can do; if the other side could only teach them how to find the True Spirit, kneeling to the ground would be worth it.

Dignity and honor are games that only those from high-ranking family disciples and true successors of sects can afford to play. To these young Inner Sect Disciples, doing whatever it takes to pass the first lesson assigned by the principal is the most important thing.

...

"These children are truly fortunate."

These were the first words from the Tang Clan’s trusted Tang Kuan, when he arrived at the top-level principal’s office.

Following the death of previous leader Tang Zu in the war against Tang, Tang Kuan, who had once served as the mountain chief of North Mountain Academy, reconstructed the Tang Clan’s ancestral hall and office in Xiling City and resettled tens of thousands of people from North Mountain to Xiling.

Now he is a mainstay character in the Tang Family, deeply loved by the clan members. His purpose for visiting the Unparalleled Academy was to meet Tang Luo and inquire about something he couldn’t fathom no matter how much he thought about it.

"But, if there’s an intent to widely recruit apprentices, why not start with choosing from the Tang Clan disciples? Currently, in Xiling City, there are more than twenty thousand people aged eighteen to thirty with cultivation."

Looking through the window at the Inner Court disciples mingling with the Tang Clan disciples in the back mountain, Tang Kuan lamented: "Teaching our own clan members, after all, retains the strength within our own lineage."

"Does the mountain chief think that Tang Luo establishing the Unparalleled Inner Court, and recruiting apprentices is merely for expanding power?"

Even though the person in front was the overseer now, Tang Luo still called him by his old title, their words were very close.

"I can’t figure this point out either."

Tang Kuan turned to look at Tang Luo, the Martial Arts Monarch in human form, radiating natural mystery in every aspect. Looking at this most outstanding descendant of the Tang Clan over the millennium, his eyes were full of confusion: "If that’s not the case, then why bother opening the doors so widely and accepting so many disciples of different surnames?"

"Because Xiehe is too small, and the things I desire are too numerous and too distant."

Tang Luo walked to the bed and stood shoulder to shoulder with Tang Kuan, overlooking the ant-like figures in the back mountain from afar, his voice deep: "If we merely focus on developing our Tang Clan, we wouldn’t be able to reach that point in our entire lifetime."

"Can relying on these people of different surnames really achieve that?"

Tang Kuan evidently held a different view on this explanation: "Not of our clan, ultimately they’ll have different minds. If you need assistance, the children in the office can be brought to the back mountain."

"The whole spread of Xiling still requires the mountain chief to manage, how can it function without people under you?"

Tang Luo smiled and waved off the goodwill: "Besides, this is just a small experiment. I just want to know if the perception of the world by Xiehe’s martial artists undergoes a complete transformation, would they potentially become different people, become... people somewhat similar to those in my memory..."

The latter half of the sentence was spoken so lightly that even Tang Kuan didn’t hear it properly, so he instinctively asked: "What?"

"Nothing."

Tang Luo smiled and waved his hand, leaning his upper body slightly out of the window, letting the cold wind blow against his face, seemingly indulging in this coolness.

Seeing Tang Luo’s expression, Tang Kuan knew that persuading him wasn’t possible, so he opened his mouth again: "Now that we’ve rebuilt the Tang Clan’s ancestral hall and office on the outskirts of North City, and set the second of February as the Tang Clan’s public sacrificial day, during which all mature Tang Clan members will worship the elders and relatives who died in battle in the office. Although your identity cannot be revealed now, I still hope you can attend that day."

"Taking the day the dragon raises its head as the Tang Clan’s public sacrificial day, what a good omen."

Tang Luo, squinting his eyes and enjoying the cold wind, replied: "I’ll definitely be at the event in due time. The Tang Clan should, indeed, return to Xiehe."

"Not just attending."

Tang Kuan solemnly reminded: "Almost ninety percent of the Tang Clan disciples are gathered in Xiling now, especially on the public sacrificial day that day..."

"Rest assured, mountain chief."

Tang Luo turned back, a reassuring smile on his face: "If the sky falls down, I’ll hold it up."