I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 153: Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine: Not

Going

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Old Master Xu felt a bit awkward to be praised as handsome. As a man, it was the first time he had received such a compliment. Women at places known for their beauty are usually eloquent, even when they complimented his eyes, they’d used words like ‘charming’ or ‘elegant’. This was the first time he’d heard someone use ‘handsome’.

Hence he awkwardly responded: “Your eyes are also handsome.

“Mm-hm!” The little boy nodded happily as he continued eating.

After expressing his fondness, the twelve-year-old Tang Xing concluded his conversation. He had his unique pace of chatting.

Tang Luo didn’t share his calmness, if memory served him correctly, ten days ago when he saw Old Master Xu, the latter had a spiritual power of 9999 (12856), which was 22855 in total.

The fact that such an amount of spiritual power was present in a twenty-year-old martial artist was already jaw-dropping. But in just ten short days, his spiritual power had increased to 9999 (12962), an increase of 106 points, which meant he had a daily spiritual power growth of 10.6.

Keep in mind that even a Fierce Realm martial artist like Tang Sen had about 5.2 spiritual power accumulated daily; yet Old Master Xu’s rate was more than twice that of Tang Sen’s.

“How is that possible!” Tang Luo muttered.

An increase of 10 points per day means that in just two more years, his cousin will breakthrough into the Fierce Realm. A Fierce Realm powerhouse at twenty-two, could there really be someone of a talent level of 53 in this world? Even if you’ve never eaten pork, you’ve seen a pig run. Tang Luo is currently a decent martial arts researcher and with his ability to see spiritual power, he has an accurate judgment of a martial artist s talent.

An average person has a talent level of 1, those with a talent level of 1.1 are considered talented. If it reaches 1.2, they are considered geniuses, and for 13, they are rightfully called exceptional talents. As for those reaching 1.4, he had only ever seen one person, Fang Han.

People with a talent level of 2 or above should not, in theory, exist, let alone reaching 53. This made him curious about Old Master Xu’s rapid increase in spiritual power.

Just as Tang Luo was lost in thought, looking at the top of Old Master Xu s head, the person in question put down his chopsticks and said to Tang Sen, “Uncle, besides visiting you, I have another task on this trip.

Tang Sen looked up, “What is it?”

Old Master Xu glanced at Tang Luo and said, “My cousin, he should have awakened the Xu Family’s bloodline and I want to take him back to the clan.

Xu Shuhui was startled, her chopsticks fell onto the table with a “clatter”. She glanced in disbelief at Tang Luo, then at her resolute nephew.

Tang Sen turned to Tang Luo, “Would you like to go?”

Tang Luo calmly put down his chopsticks and thought for a moment, “Maybe in a few years.”

“Alright,” Tang Sen turned to Old Master Xu, “You heard him.

Seeing the father and son’s similarly calm expressions, Xu Shuhui gave an apologetic look to her nephew.

Old Master Xu, looking at his apologetic aunt, laughed it off, “It’s okay if my cousin doesn’t want to go.”

Watching her nephew being so agreeable, Xu Shuhui found it hard to believe. Old Master Xu picked up his chopsticks again, explaining, ‘Tm not like those old men in the clan, I don’t think all the bloodlines in the world should belong to the Xu Clan.”

There was resentment in his tone, presenting his deep dissatisfaction with the

Xu Clan.

Among all the sacred lands in the world, the Xu Clan in Yuanzhou does the most thorough research on bloodlines. Many awakened bloodline holders from various clans would willingly send their children to the Xu Clan for education and form a bond. As for the awakened bloodlines in their own clan, whether they were branches or the main lineage, all were brought under the clan’s control, aiming to recreate the glory of Xu Sheng’s Taiching Divine Pupil.

But such favoring of bloodlines over martial arts irked Old Master Xu greatly, and this time he wanted to help Tang Luo. If his cousin didn’t want to go to Yuanzhou, what’s the harm in him not reporting it? He’d had enough of the Xu Clan’s arrogance, believing only they could cultivate excellent bloodline holders.

Tang Luo gave a smile and said “thank you” to Old Master Xu.

He had already figured out why Old Master Xu was so certain he had awakened a bloodline. It must have been when he identified the cultivation levels of four martial artists at the peak of the Mortal Realm among more than ten martial artists outside the Fox Immortal Temple. At that time, they had not yet activated their spiritual power, and even martial artists with amazing perception would not be able to detect their true cultivation level, yet he had exposed them all, and that’s likely when his cousin started to suspect him. It seems he had to be mindful of these little details in the future. If not Old Master Xu, but some other messengers from the Xu Clan, it wouldn’t have been so easy to deal with.

“Ah ah!” Old Master Xu waved his hands at Tang Luo, “You don’t know how much your cousin has missed you these days. You have a three-day leave, right? There’s something big I need to discuss with you.’ As he spoke, he kept making gestures, hinting at Tang Luo to hurry up and eat. It had been ten days since the battle at Fox Immortal Temple. During this time, he had been holed up in the Secret Arts Pavilion, feeling like time flew by too quickly, and had forgotten about his mother’s advice to accompany his cousin around Xiling City, but thinking about his cousins’ infatuation with the city of beauty, a mere ten days probably wouldn’t be enough for him to lose interest in

it.

Suddenly being asked to discuss important matters, he can’t for the life of him imagine what that could be. Tang Luo acquiesced and put down his chopsticks, saying, “I’m done eating.”

“I’m done too-” Old Master Xu followed suit, both of them leaving the dining hall together.

The moment they left the dining hall, Old Master Xu put his arm around Tang Luo’s neck and led him to a dark corner where there were no lights, saying in a mysterious tone, “Cousin, I have a plan to make us rich, and I want you to be a part of it!”

Tang Luo, pushing away the hand around his neck and rubbing it said gruffly,

“I don’t need money.”

This intimate physical contact that the Xu family is so fond of, he always thought was Xu Shuhui’s unique nature. It appears that it is a characteristic of the Xu family, which is quite strange. Just when he thought he could escape his mother’s embrace, another cousin appeared. It’s such a pain.

Old Master Xu was genuinely surprised, his expression read like he was mocking Tang Luo, “Ah, you’re still young, you don’t yet understand the importance of money. Once you have a family and business to run, you will understand the saying, ‘a man can’t survive a day without money’.” To drive his point home, he explained, “Take the meal we just had for example. The table was full of spiritual food and beast flesh, which must have cost a couple of hundred gold coins. Now, think about it, that’s a cost per meal per day for 365 days a year. Therefore, listen to your cousin, there’s no harm in earning more money.”

Tang Luo thought about the several large boxes of gold in his dormitory, shrugged and said, ‘Tm extremely rich. I don’t need to earn more.” Even spending a thousand gold a day would total only three hundred sixty thousand a year, which pales in comparison to his current wealth. Even though the martial arena imposed a betting cap, it still couldn’t curb the Gambling God from winning money. As long as the casino tried to manipulate the games, they wouldn’t escape the detection of his eyes that could see through spiritual power.

Seeing Tang Luo’s firm expression, Old Master Xu pleaded with a weeping face, “Cousin, please help your elder cousin earn some money. I’m almost broke!” Tang Luo looked at his cousin in surprise, wondering how it was possible for such a strong Mortal Realm martial artist to run short of money, so he asked, “What happened?”