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Chapter 206 - 206: 202: Tang Luo Returns Home (A new week, seeking monthly tickets, seeking recommendations     )

Such is often the waste of time.

Regrets in life consist of two parts: remorse and resentment.

Remorse usually only arises after the fact. Learning to regret is part of growing up. Being a flirtatious heartbreaker when young has a favorable term—being carefree. It’s only after maturing that one realizes what has been lost is more

than just a woman.

Only when one looks back, having achieved nothing in old age, does one resent oneself. Why sleep through the time that should’ve been devoted to hard work? Why be in a daze at times that call for the struggle?

However, the majority are average people. So after experiencing remorse, they usually give up, thinking since so much has already been missed, let life continue as is.

In his past life, Tang Luo was such an ordinary person.

In school, he wasn’t a top student nor was he a slacker. His grades were mediocre. He wanted to skip class and rebel, but was also reserved, not daring to cross moral boundaries in his actions.

After graduation, he was anxious about his current state but lacked the determination to carry out decisions to change himself.

Fleeting enthusiasm-though often resenting his own weakness-the most he did was giving up on persisting.

He wanted to experience various kinds of lives in his limited lifetime, but could only mechanically repeat the same day.

Even with various social networking apps, he had very few friends who he could converse with.

He hadn’t experienced life’s ups and downs yet he had lost the last bit of his youthful spirit.

When that burning meteor pierced through his chest, his last remaining thought was not of fear or apology.

It was regret, regret that he had never truly excelled at anything.

If asked what the biggest benefit of living another life is, Tang Luo believes that compared to the star essence and memories, they’re insignificant.

It is precisely due to these heavy and regretful memories of his that he understands how to make the most out of this life.

“Greatness springs from resolving to be great.” The root source of all competition in the world isn’t intelligence or ability, but the extent of what you’re willing to sacrifice to achieve your goals.

Everyone practices martial arts. However, considering the low level of effort most people put in, it’s far from a matter of comparing natural talent.

No one knew that within this month, in one research room of the Secret Arts Pavilion, the Tang Clan’s understanding of martial arts had undergone drastic changes.

After a full twenty-seven days of not sleeping or resting, completely engrossed in simplifying and evolving the engraving techniques, through the amalgamation of everyone’s wisdom, the technique was finally simplified successfully. Any warrior, if they follow the steps correctly, can learn it.

For Tang Luo, he has mastered the technique to the point where he can form engravings with a snap of his fingers. If it weren’t for the fact that his spiritual power accumulation is hard to come by, he would genuinely want to challenge Old Master Xu and verify whether the technique he researched can compete against the martial techniques of the saintly families.

With high spirits, he walked out of the Secret Arts Pavilion. The sunlight falling on his face made him squint involuntarily, but he didn’t lower his head.

Instead, he smiled towards the blazing sun.

It was time to go home again.

It was only when he returned home with the little brat that he realized, in this month, not only he was the one who changed drastically.

The whole of Xiling was under unprecedented upheaval, and the epicenter was none other than Old Master Xu, who had a simple and honest smile on his face.

In this short month, over four hundred warriors of the Mortal Realm in Xiling had died, among them were over three hundred at the peak of the Mortal Realm who had achieved unity of spirit and intent. Up until now, the best record on the stage was nine swords.

This means, Old Master Xu had to use his ninth Spiritual Sword to kill his opponent. The public of Xiling went from initial disgust to shock, then to admiration. In this month, Old Master Xu had truly stirred up a storm in Xiling. “You’re quite something!” Tang Luo gave Old Master Xu a thumbs up in praise. “Right, hahaha,” Old Master Xu chuckled awkwardly while scratching the back of his head. The reason for his awkwardness wasn’t due to humility, but rather because he was being scolded by Xu Shuhui.

These days, countless matrons have come to plead, saying that their clan’s young master wishing to participate in the challenge is scared of Old Master Xu’s heavy hand. They only have this one promising heir to their clan. If he dies during the challenge, what is to become of their clan?

Seeing these matrons, who are several years her senior, plea with tears streaming down their faces, Xu Shuhui naturally sympathized with them. Since she also believed that not sparing any person’s life in the tournament was against the Xu Clan’s teachings, she was discussing with Old Master Xu if he could spare any challengers before Tang Luo came back. But Old Master Xu not only firmly refused, he also argued back.

Women will express their anger when they can’t get their way. Since Xu Shuhui couldn’t convince Old Master Xu regarding the tournament, she began to attack him for his indulgence in debauchery, spending nights in brothels.

That’s why Old Master Xu had such an embarrassed expression. After all, discussing matters of personal conduct with an elder is slightly embarrassing, even for someone as experienced as him.

Fortunately, Tang Luo arrived. Otherwise, this scolding would’ve continued indefinitely.

Since Tang Sen had a mission and couldn’t come home for dinner, everyone started eating early. Right up until they entered the dining room, Xu Shuhui was still scolding Old Master Xu. Meanwhile, this widely renowned young master of Xiling was having a hard time.

Fortunately, Tang Luo timely diverted Xu Shuhui’s attention by asking, “Tell me, are you going to fight every Mortal Realm warrior in Xiling to the death to claim dominance?”

Upon hearing this, Old Master Xu complained bitterly, “You all say I have a heavy hand in killing, but I ask every single one of them if they admit defeat. You must admit Xiling’s warriors are stubborn. None of them have surrendered in this past month!”

“So if they don’t admit defeat, they should be killed?” Xu Shuhui angrily asked. Old Master Xu turned his head and said while trying to please his aunt, “Aunt, I have no other choice. I gave them choices-to admit defeat or group fight. But they chose neither. They want to claim fame through the challenge. If I don’t kill, how am I to uphold the dignity of the sacred ground?”

Killing is a means, not an end. He is not a maniac who kills for pleasure, but to uphold the prestige of the sacred ground in the present world, he doesn’t mind acting as a killer.

This month, the air of the tournament stage exuded a strong lingering smell of blood. Even the sky above the stage was tainted a dark red.

Tang Luo wasn’t too moved. This kind of stage was meant for fighting, where winners and losers are determined, and life and death hang in the balance. There’s no reason to ask the strong to show mercy. If the Xiling warriors had the upper hand, it’s not guaranteed they would spare Old Master Xu.

But since their mother didn’t like this method of slaughter, Tang Luo felt that as a good eldest son, he should help to find a solution. So he asked, “So you’re saying, you just need the clans to admit defeat. As long as they do, you can spare them, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Old Master Xu nodded eagerly, feeling that only Tang Luo understood him. He griped, “I don’t like the smell of blood either. But these warriors prefer to lose their lives than their dignity!

Common people in the world always have some weird tendencies, like caring more about face than the truth. After being defeated on stage, they refuse to acknowledge others’ strength and lose their lives in vain..