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“Heavenly pride is unjust, why should I, Yue, be guilty and involve the whole clan?” Yue Daoyan’s face was filled with grief as he asked loudly, “Is a peak Martial Artist of the Mortal Realm even unworthy to be a follower, do you belittle the scholars of Xiling like this?!”
“You dare to count yourself among the scholars of Xiling?” Tang Luo’s face was cold and disdainful, “Where were you when the true scholars of Xiling were running around for the people? Where were you when they visited each household, sacrificing their pride to ask for grain and spiritual medicines for the people? You now claim to be a scholar of Xiling, do you think you deserve it?”
The world is never short of those who fail to see themselves clearly. They gather a few followers and think they are surrounded by the righteous, thinking that they are always right and always on the side of reason.
Tang Luo respected Sun Jinfang, Du Sha, and all the scholars of Xiling who ran around for the sake of people. Because compared to himself, these people helped people, cared for the weak, all of which essentially were investments with very low returns. Facing this unavoidable flood, even the small families these scholars belonged to and themselves were weak beings who could barely save themselves, just like a clay Bodhisattva crossing a river.
It is the mutual aid between the weak that touches people. Although Tang Luo himself was not particularly kind-hearted, he was very willing to be close to those who were. However, this certainly did not include Yue Daoyan.
The middle-aged scholar, who had never been so insulted before, was furious. He pointed at Tang Luo’s nose and scolded, “How dare you insult me like this, I, Yue, just spoke a few fair words for the people, and you want to drive the entire Yue Clan into the flood. This is the kind of cruelty that Tang Clan’s upbringing has taught you! No wonder all the seven distinguished clans have pledged allegiance to the Mi Clan. Let’s see how long you can keep jumping!” This was probably the first time in fifteen years that Tang Luo had been pointed at and scolded. It made him feel a little exasperated. Indeed, fools were never afraid of death.
“Who gave you the courage to make impertinent remarks in front of me?” Tang Luo looked puzzled, his right fist, as heavy as a rock, was raised high in the air. Yue Daoyan crazily pulled out his sword and placed it in front of him, shouting, “Do you all see this? This so-called genius of the Tang Clan in Xiling is such a hypocrite who confuses right from wrong. If we, the scholars of Xiling, do not resist now, the fate of the Yue Clan will be ours tomorrow. Is there anyone who wants to join me in beheading him to qualify for the South Ridge Beast Valley?” “You talk, too much.” The giant man, with his left hand propping up his chin, brought his huge right fist crashing down on Yue Daoyan. He had thought this man would have some backup to dare to talk in such an impudent manner. However, just the Shadow of the Great Mighty Dragon was enough to smash him into a pulp. The overwhelming power created a large crater on the spot where he once stood, scaring a large number of people into sitting down on the ground.
Tang Luo’s fist stopped in mid-air, looking at the middle-aged scholar in the pit who was now reduced to fragments, he inexplicably recalled a martial arts work by a grandmaster he had read. The book said that knowing nothing in martial arts produces more confidence than knowing a lot.
The discrepancy in recognizing his own power was tremendously huge, as a warrior who hadn’t even practiced body cultivation dared to pull out his sword to execute him.
Shaking his head, Tang Luo asked the crowd in a bland tone, “Is there anyone who wants to finish what Yue Daoyan started?”
Looking at the crowd of people stumped into silence, Tang Luo said calmly, “If not, those who want to be followers should tie their bandana and stay at the mid-peak. The rest who want to be free, leave.”
After dispersing the Undying Battle Body, Tang Luo resumed his normal form and returned to the Du Clan’s territory, because he had already heard numerous sounds of breathing. Sun Jinfang and Du Sha should have brought back the scholars of Xiling who had fled all over the place.
When he returned to the hall, in addition to Du Sha and Sun Jinfang, there were many unfamiliar faces. Although Tang Luo was meeting them for the first time, their names and life histories were all etched in his mind.
Tang Luo greeted a simple and honest old farmer, “Greetings to Uncle Shen.” Heavenly genius, you are too polite, too polite.” Shen Dafa, in his sixties, looked simple and honest. Seeing Tang Luo’s salute, he hurriedly stood up, almost kneeling down, just like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world before.
But numbers do not lie, a spiritual power of 9999 (31389) signifies Shen Data’s profound accumulation of Mortal Realm. The reason why he greeted this person first was because he had the deepest accumulation among this group. As long as he had a Soul Casting technique, Shen Dafa would directly break through to the Fierce Realm and display powerful combat capability.
This encapsulates the true meaning of a dragon in hiding in the wilderness and a snake coming out of the remote mountain.
Even without the Soul Casting technique, the world is not short of true stalwarts. They practice hard day and night, even if they know that the martial arts they practice can only reach the peak of the Mortal Realm, they have not given up their practice.
This stupid method is not ineffective either. At the very least, under such heavy nourishment of spiritual power, it will make the body of the warrior continually stronger. Even though it cannot make the leap of the merging of the spirit and the flesh as a breakthrough to the Fierce Realm, this stupidest method of nourishment virtually has no upper limit, which equally makes Shen Dafa’s combat capability vastly superior to the average peak Mortal Realm.
This seemingly simple and honest old farmer, with muscles as if cast in iron, was also the one with the most powerful physical body among the scholars of Xiling in the room.
The commonality among these scholars of Xiling, who had risen above the common folk, was their perseverance. They all had practiced their Yellow Rank techniques to the maximum limit of perfection which often had already reached the standard of the Fierce Realm warriors. Rather than thinking of them as Mortal Realm warriors, Tang Luo prefered to treat them as quasi-Fierce Realm warriors. He felt as if he had stumbled upon a treasure.
“I have invited you all here to discuss a major matter.” Tang Luo’s face was filled with smiles. Although he wanted to take these people into his own fold now, he had to resolve the present matter first. After all, the duck was already within his grasp, but if he failed to resolve the people’s problems correctly, his bigger game would be lost.
“I have received ten million kilograms of grain and a thousand spiritual medicines from the Xiao family, which should be enough to solve the immediate problem of food for the people of Red Cloud Mountain.”
Tang Luo did not intend to beat around the bush, but spoke directly of his plans: “I plan to ask you all to assist the Du Clan in distributing food and suppressing the plague. Would you be willing to do so?”
The scholars sitting around the council table looked at each other, unable to believe that happiness had come so suddenly. The problem of grain, for which they had been knocking on doors pleading tearfully, was resolved all of a sudden.
Though ten million kilograms of grain was just a temporary solution for the million inhabitants of Red Cloud Mountain, it was a good start, wasn’t it?
Following Shen Dafa’s lead, the scholars of Xiling nodded one after another: “We will do as the Heavenly pride commands.”
“Thank you all,” Tang Luo smiled and nodded, “There is another matter. I will be going out to buy grain soon. If you need something, please let me know..”