I Can See Your Combat Power

16 Chapter Thirteen: Nobody Understands My Plan (Seeking One Recommendation Ticket)
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Tang Luo set the Star Core aside and came to his desk to prepare a plan.

It was a habit he’d always had, whenever he was planning his dreams, he would break them down into small segments of goals, fulfilling them one at a time.

He believed that, no matter how difficult the dream, as long as it could be broken down into segments of attainable small goals, theoretically, nothing is impossible to achieve.

The mysteries of the Star Core unfolded before his eyes, he had found his path to ultimate strength. The past methods of cultivation had to be abandoned. He needed a fresh martial arts cultivation plan, much like the one he created when he was four.

The first little goal was to find an extraordinarily talented mortal in the Mortal Realm or Mortal Transcendence Realm and activate the first Star Core!

“Bro, I’m back!” The little kid just happened to be back and hopped up onto the desk.

Tang Luo remained unflustered, continuing to write vigorously.

Losing himself in the heap of characters that filled the white paper, the little kid curiously asked, “Bro, what are you writing?”

Tang Luo glanced at the baffled little chap and replied casually: “This is a spell for becoming stronger.”

The little kid, Tang Xing, immediately got ecstatic, “Bro! I want to learn too.”

“Wait till you reach the Mortal Transcendence Realm, go and cultivate for now.” Tang Luo looked at the little kid and dispatched him to the practice room.

Tang Xing’s talent should be quite good, at the Foundation Building and Mortal Realm stages, it is the easiest to discern one’s talent.

Tang Xing’s speed of Foundation Building greatly exceeded his own, thus, his performance in the Mortal Realm shouldn’t be far off.

You should know, talent is the amount of Spiritual Energy one could absorb in a day.

For instance, Tang Luo was of ordinary talent, his cultivation practice could only absorb one unit of Spiritual Energy a day. To Tang Luo, this meant incrementing the value by one each day. This was the growth he could achieve by constantly completing thirty-six grand circulations each day amidst rain or shine.

Through his observations at the cultivation ground, Tang Luo noticed some people had significantly better talents. Judging by the duration they took to advance from Foundation Building stage to the Mortal Realm, their breakthrough speed was faster by ten to twenty percent than his own.

Once they reached the Mortal Realm and started cultivating, the amount of Spiritual Energy they gained per day could reach 1.1 or even 1.2. It can be said that this was very rapid. If coupled with the triple enhancer: the Star Core, they could even accumulate enough energy to reach the peak of the Mortal Realm within one year, with excess to spare.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.𝘤𝑜𝓂 for the best novel reading experience

The little kid had good talent, and he was his own younger brother. Following the principle of not letting good resources go to waste, Tang Luo naturally wanted to let Tang Xing cultivate the first Star Core. However, the little kid would need at least half a year to reach the Mortal Realm.

If all this time was used just to wait, it would be too wasteful. Moreover, by that time, he could simply refine another Mortal Realm Star Core for the little kid. This wouldn’t delay his progress.

So what Tang Luo needed to do now was to dig out the talents with the best potential in the cultivation ground, and let him activate this Mortal Transcendence Realm Star Core.

Because most of the young men in the cultivation ground were of the Mortal Realm, their daily progress was clear as day to Tang Luo. The quality of their talents could be discerned through the degree of their Spiritual Energy growth.

Tang Luo covered the entire sheet of paper with dense writing. He set down the pen, picked up the paper, and gave it a careful read-through.

“Bianqiangjihua—fenduanxiaomubiao.” Full of pride, Tang Luo felt he could establish an intelligence organization on the continent. Even if someone intercepted his intelligence, who could understand and make sense of it? Huh?

Cultivation Ground No.7

Today was a shocking day because Instructor Tang, the genius young master sent down from the main sect, suddenly changed his style and became extremely diligent.

Just yesterday, he was sitting on his chair, waiting for the students to ask him about martial techniques. Though a young instructor, everyone noticed from a day’s lesson that apart from his sharp tongue, his advice was very incisive and to the point.action

As orphans, their minds were particularly sensitive. Although Tang Luo often cursed, they could see the equality in his eyes, despite most of the light being surprise at seeing so many fools.

The Instructor didn’t treat us like inferiors.

This made them grateful towards Tang Luo, as for these students, the highest achievement in their lives would probably stop at the Mortal Transcendence Realm.

Once they were chosen, they would undertake many miscellaneous tasks. Their time for martial arts practice would be significantly reduced. Even if they make a breakthrough to the Mortal Transcendence Realm, it would be a matter for ten years later.

A fully mastered martial technique was as precious as a life-saving measure to them. Who would care if they got scolded? You must know, even a veteran Mortal Transcendence Realm martial artist like Bo Shan didn’t fully master every martial technique.

But it seemed that as long as Tang Luo heard of a cultivation method once, he would be able to point out the students’ deficiencies. He even had unique insights on how to perform, which to these children, who didn’t have proper mentors, was a priceless treasure.

So, even though most people in the cultivation ground were older and taller than Tang Luo, when encountering Instructor Tang, they were extremely grateful and humble.

But!

Although they were grateful, they would also doubt if they were truly fools due to being scolded so much, especially when they were practising martial techniques, and Tang Luo came to them with a small book. The combination of nervousness and questions often made them perform poorly.

And today, Tang Luo was unlike his usual self, going around the entire cultivation ground like a diligent bee.

“Focus, focus, the person and the knife are all about to cut your head. What are you looking at me for?” Tang Luo’s inspection was not to worry about their practice, but merely to remember their appearance and names, which he had not closely observed yesterday.

The small booklet in his hand was simply used to log values, using a combination of phonetic code in its writing.

But after all, he was a Martial Technique Instructor at the training ground. When he spotted issues with the disciples’ sparring, he subconsciously stepped in to correct them. With that, Instructor Tang turned into a figure recording the stupidity of disciples at Cultivation Ground No.7 in his booklet, causing the disciples to suddenly feel as if they were in the presence of a formidable opponent.

One by one, their movements became rigid. Besides a few who were eager to show off their abilities and could perform normally, most had one mistake or another.

For instance, there was a pair that perhaps aimed to show off excessively. Fist met fist, palm met palm, their sparring was exceedingly lively. But after watching them for a while, Tang Luo noticed not a single effective hit was landed. It was as if they were two actors.

“You are supposedly enemies, but your martial skills are avoiding the vital points. What could you possibly fear when you’re wearing armor?” Tang Luo shook his head, moving on to the next group.

Throughout Cultivation Ground No.7, besides a few disciples who were still at the Foundation Building phase and guided by Bo Shan to absorb Spiritual Energy, most were passionately sparring in pairs.

However, there was one exception. Since being dismissed from the line-up, Fang Han had secluded himself into a corner to train his body, oblivious to the existence of the other disciples.

It was as if the other disciples had an unspoken agreement with him; nobody approached his corner. Those seeking sparring partners would rather wait than consider the lone Fang Han in the corner, which was rather peculiar.

After making his rounds, Tang Luo prepared to greet the solitary boy and intended to record his values.

In the corner of the training ground

Fang Han had been doing push-ups with a massive grindstone on his back for a while now, and he was shirtless.

His hands were shaking from being pushed to their limits, his sweat had soaked his trousers and clung to his skin, but he continued to grit his teeth and persevered.

“998…999… Whew, 1000.”

“Bang!”

Fang Han flipped over, pressing the grindstone underneath, resulting in a loud noise that resonated in the distance, attracting many glances.

He lay on top of the heavy grindstone, his limbs drooping on either side, his chest heaved up and down like a bellows, and his sweat was absorbed into the grindstone.

Indeed, relying purely on physical strength to complete a thousand push-ups was too demanding. Fang Han was so exhausted that he didn’t even want to open his eyes. Ever since he reached the peak of the Mortal Realm, his strength and speed had slowed.

Even though he trained until completely exhausted every day, the slow progress sometimes led to thoughts of giving up.

If not for the tenacious willpower ingrained in him from a young age, he would have given up long ago.

Being stuck at a physical limit of a thousand push-ups had caused continual problems for him, especially the final hundred where his hands were already beyond their limits. How to break through his physical limit? He wondered if he really has to advance to the Transcend Mortal Realm. Fang Han pondered while gasping for breath.

Applause arose.

“Who?” The sudden applause startled Fang Han. Without even opening his eyes, he rolled away quickly.

When he landed, he was facing the source of the clapping. His limbs were firmly planted, and the muscles of his back tensed with power. His eyes blazed with an arresting charm as if he was a cheetah ready to attack from beneath the bushes. His scar in between his brows added to his fierceness.

Who had silently approached him? Fang Han was alert, as he raised his head and saw Tang Luo standing in the distance.

Well, this is awkward!

His tension disappeared, and Fang Han hastily got up.

From birth, everyone who got close to him had ill intentions. This made his guard against everything in the world wind up, even interacting with people caused discomfort. But he had offered himself as a house retainer to Tang Luo only yesterday, and now he’d seen him on high alert. This can’t be good.

Fang Han felt anxious but maintained a calm exterior as he walked up to Tang Luo, respectfully saluting, “Instructor Tang, I was just…”

“Never mind, never mind. Shall we have a chat?” Tang Luo cut Fang Han off. Rather than explanations, he had more important things to discuss with Fang Han.

Fang Han: 999 (323.4) Tang Luo was puzzled, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Had he found what he had been looking for without exerting any effort?

Because of his offering to serve yesterday, Tang Luo looked at Fang Han’s values several more times. It was clearly 999 (322).

But today it had become 999 (323.4), his spiritual power increase over a day was able to reach 1.4. What did that imply?

Because he could physically see the volume of spiritual energy, Tang Luo had a unique way of gaining insights from the change in values.

If growth by 1 was considered the standard for ordinary people, then what standard was 1.4? Although Tang Luo carried the name ‘Pride of Xiling’, he knew he wasn’t one.

If the Star Core was given to Fang Han for cultivation, his daily growth could reach 4.2. What did that mean? It might be that a mere two years would allow him to break through the Mortal Realm to reach the Transcend Mortal Realm directly. Once he reached the Transcend Mortal Realm, how rapid would his growth be then? Tang Luo dared not think about it.

“Interesting.” Tang Luo pondered. Yesterday, he was attracted by the complicated and extraordinary life story of Fang Han, but today, he genuinely wanted to have a thorough chat with him.