I Can See Your Combat Power

Three days later, Chang Fu found Tang Luo, who was at the Cultivation Ground

N0.7.

“Young Master, there’s news about the shop.”

“SO soon? Uncle Fu, you’re amazing!” Tang Luo exclaimed, giving him a thumbs-up.

“You’re too kind, Young Master. It was all down to good luck,” Chang Fu modestly waved his hand.

“There’s a place on Linfu Street in the west of the city, near the Fengqing Alley, which meets all your requirements. Do you remember the jade pendant owned by Fang Han?”

“Hmm, I remember.”

“That jade pendant was pawned in a pawnshop at the end of Linfu Street, called Qingfeng Bank. When I was searching for the jade pendant, I had contacted the steward of Qingfeng Bank. As soon as I heard that you wanted to buy shops, the boss of Qingfeng Bank was willing to sell us the three shops at the end of Linfu Street for 30,000 gold coins. What do you think, Young Master?

Tang Luo frowned at the news. Such a low price was simply outrageous. Either Qingfeng Bank was trying to curry favor with the Tang Clan, or they wanted to owe him a favor. Either way, it was trouble.

One could only say that the boss of Qingfeng Bank was too naive.

“Buy at the original price, plus a premium of thirty percent. If Qingfeng Bank agrees to sell, then well buy. If they don’t, well look elsewhere. I believe there are many stores that meet our requirements.

As Chang Fu heard Tang Luo’s words, admiration filled his eyes. He respectfully responded, “Yes, I’ll faithfully relay your words to the boss of Qingfeng Bank. There’s also another matter.”

“What else?” Tang Luo asked, curious.

“It’s about your recruitment task. Apart from the position at the pavilion that has been filled, no one has yet taken up the positions of bodyguard and steward. Young Master, should I assign these tasks directly?”

Isn’t that possible? Tang Luo looked shocked.

It was a simple task of running the pavilion within Xiling City. Despite the generous pay he offered, why would nobody take it? Why would it come down to being forcefully assigned?

Priorities in the Martial Hall varied greatly, but the task assignment methods were only three. One was to take the tasks on one’s own which were usually easy and profitable-these were the tasks that warriors liked the most.

Of course, if there were easy tasks, there would be difficult ones as well. Tasks such as stronghold assault and city expansion were the jobs everyone wanted to avoid. At such times, the Martial Hall would directly assign these tasks to specific warriors, demanding them to execute these. This is known as assignment of tasks.

An additional type was honor tasks which were rarely published. However, once someone completed it, they would be honored as conferred warriors by the Martial Hall, bringing blessings to their descendants. Even if they couldn’t complete the tasks, their families would be well cared for by the Martial Hall, doing their best to train their offspring.

However, the fact that a task like his, which could be done by a single person, required forced assignments, upset Tang Luo.

All he needed was a decent warrior who could suppress the scene. As for the positions such as bodyguards and stewards, those were just perks intended to lighten his load. If they didn’t want them, he didn’t care either.

An irritated Tang Luo finally said, “No need. I’ll manage with only one person

for the pavilion. As for the steward, I’ll handle it myself.”

“Yes, Young Master. When would you like to meet the person for the pavilion, to get to know each other?” Uncle Fu inquired.

“Hmm, in a few days. Once I find a steward, we can meet and familiarize

ourselves.”

“Alright, Young Master. I’ll go report to the Old Master then.”

“Hmm. Thanks, Uncle Fu. Take care.”

Chang Fu took his leave.

is his task really that unpopular? Tang Luo felt a lump in his chest as he saw the curious gazes from several students. He barked, “What are you looking at!

Du Ze, I’m talking to you, practice harder. You can only display two palm shadows even now, you might as well be a blockhead!”

“Why are you laughing, Ding Jianming? You’ll lose your shoulder if you actually get in a fight with your sword skills.”

Truth be told, scolding others could greatly alleviate one’s anger. After instructing a few young men on martial arts practice, Tang Luo felt his mood settle once more. Once more, the world was filled with love.

The thought of having a spiritual energy of 781.6 now, and being only a step away from becoming a saint, made him feel extremely delighted again.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for lunch. Thinking about his stomach, Tang Luo leisurely headed toward the dining hall.

Ever since the young lad talked to his family about it, guess what? The food in the dining hall had immediately improved significantly.

Moreover, some of the dishes tasted like the stir-fries at home. Without a doubt, it was his mother Xu Shuhui’s handiwork. It was said that the dining hall’s food expenses had increased by thirty percent-no wonder the students were praising it highly and expressing their gratitude non-stop.

Because even before, these orphans regarded the dining hall’s food as a delicacy. And now, the standard had been abruptly raised yet again.

As for the younger brother, he just felt that the dining hall’s food was finally edible and thought it was because of his strong adaptability.

What a foolish young man he was.

By the time Tang Luo got to the dining hall, a long line of students was already queuing at the window, but as an instructor, Tang Luo had his own window, and the dishes were slightly more abundant compared to the students’.

Therefore, Tang Luo would always get an extra portion for the young lad, letting him taste the treatment of a teaching staff as well.

The dining hall was an open hall filled with tables and chairs. The disciples of the Tang Clan who studied in the No. 1 cultivation room generally sat in the northeast corner for meals. The young lad would always wait obediently at a square table in the corner at noon every day, and today was no exception.

As Tang Luo approached the table holding a plate of food, he saw the bruised and battered little lad grinning at him.

With a frown, Tang Luo casually put down the food, “What happened to your face? Did a dog chase you?”

“Pfft—”

Before the young lad could answer, Tang Zheng from the adjacent table burst out laughing. Tang Luo shot a murderous glance at him, and the other party hastily restrained his laughter and started digging into his food.

Turning his head back, looking at the little lad whose head was almost under the table, Tang Luo felt a bit frustrated.

If anyone dared to bully the little lad, Tang Luo would genuinely beat them into an imbecile. After all, only he himself could bully his brother.

“Lift up your head and tell me what happened.” Tang Luo furrowed his brows, speaking very harshly. It didn’t matter if someone bullied the young lad, considering he was only nine years old, but if he lost the courage to fight back after being bullied, then he would be finished as a person.

However, with his brother’s stern questioning, the little lad kept lowering his head and not saying a word.

“You won’t say it? I can ask Uncle Two instead.” Tang Luo saw his attitude, thinking that the lad was scared out of his wits. Even though they were all from the same family, how dare someone go too far with a nine-year-old child, my Wind Attack Thrice was itching for some action.

“Don’t, brother.” The little lad reluctantly lifted his head and stopped him.

“Then spit it out quickly.”

Closing his eyes and steeled himself, the young lad said, “During today’s morning practice…”

Listening to the little lad’s rambling narration, the look on Tang Luo’s face changed from indignation to surprise, finally turning into an expression of mixed feelings.

“Are you saying you pushed your palm into Tang Zhen’s chest during practice, and then she cried and beat you up into a bloody pulp?”

The young lad nodded his head and felt wronged. He just didn’t understand how hitting Tang Zhen with a palm led to her suddenly crying, and then her strength inexplicably increased. Despite his utmost effort to resist, he was still beaten black and blue. Even begging for mercy didn’t help, it was so humiliating.

Tang Luo was so angry. He had been living for thirteen years, and he hadn’t even touched a young girl’s hand, and this fellow not only crawled into his mother Xu Shuhui’s arms at home but also had such luck with women at the

Martial Hall.

Poor Tang Zhen, such a beautiful little girl had been taken advantage of by this little rogue.

Who hits a girl’s chest during practice!

“You were asking for it!” Tang Luo pushed a bowl of rice towards Tang Xing, feeling so embarrassed.

Beaten up into a bloody pulp by a girl of the same age, have you become completely useless!