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Chapter 1164 - Chapter 1164 Chapter 458 The Apprentice

Chapter 1164: Chapter 458: The Apprentice Chapter 1164: Chapter 458: The Apprentice On the surface, the boss was boasting about his skills to the apprentice, but the real message was being conveyed secretly.

“In the meat pie shop to the southwest, did you see that strapping man?”

Fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, the boss patted his chest occasionally and whispered to Tang Luo, “That person is likely a Wind Media spy, but his cultivation is not yet sophisticated. He has been wandering around the market since before dawn, glancing over here now and then. From morning till evening, he has changed his dining spot seven or eight times, but his gaze has never left this place. It seems we have been noticed!”

Following Xiu’er’s cue, Tang Luo casually turned his head to look, then turned back with an expressionless face and said indifferently, “Perhaps he just wants to learn by stealth, you’re being too sensitive.”

“Really?” Xiu’er was skeptical, “Does learning by stealth require such sneaky behavior? These days, those who come to steal techniques, aren’t they all asking questions after ordering a bowl of meatballs? What can he learn from such a distance?”

“Maybe he’s just shy by nature. I don’t think it will be long before he approaches us. After all, with him staring like that, anyone would notice his strangeness.”

Giving a perfunctory reply to Xiu’er, Tang Luo turned his head, only to lock eyes with the burly man. Frightened by Tang Luo’s icy gaze, the bear-like muscular man shrank his neck and his meat pie filling scattered all over the table.

“Uh…” Seeing Fang Xiong’s intimidated demeanor, Xiu’er wasn’t so certain about her previous judgment anymore, “Maybe you’re right. If a spy gets this nervous just by making eye contact with the target, how can he gather information? Maybe he really is an honest man here to steal techniques.”

Tang Luo didn’t utter a word and continued to knead the dough on the cutting board, pulling it into long strips and slapping it on the board–a method said to make the noodles chewier.

“Piapia, piapiapia!”

The brawny man wandering in the south street market was none other than Fang Xiong from the Marshal Star Pavilion, who was currently on a mission to investigate the roots of the Chaochang agency.

Investigating roots was actually relatively straightforward, as they concerned business and the flow of money.

The martial artists from the Slave Hunter Team also had clear trails to follow, as the elite leaders couldn’t have appeared out of thin air.

Even easier to investigate were the accountants and managers within the agency; simply by following them after closing hours to see where they took the account books could reveal who was behind the agency.

Fang Xiong, awakened with a Wind Spirit Body and despite his bulky frame, moved with incredible agility. The Wind Spirit Body’s ability to pass unnoticed without disturbing the Primary Qi left no trace, making it a perfect technique for covert operations at night. In just a few days, he had managed to thoroughly understand the wealthy backers behind the agency.

He was supposed to report back at the tavern, but after arriving in the south street market, he just couldn’t bring himself to leave.

Because he saw Longxi’s Pride, the unparalleled, engaged in making meatballs and pulling noodles!

At first, Fang Xiong thought he was mistaken, or that this young man making noodles simply bore a striking resemblance to their leader. But after that eye contact, he was certain–it was undoubtedly Tang Luo.

Grabbing the minced meat on the table and stuffing it back into the pie, Fang Xiong swallowed it in one bite, stood up, and jogged towards the Luo Family Midnight Snacks Shop.

“Boss, are you hiring?”

Fang Xiong’s face turned red as he spoke softly to Tang Luo, who was pulling noodles, his voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, in stark contrast to his muscular frame.

He acted this way, not to tease Tang Luo, but because of the eye contact just now. In addition to the icy look, there was a secret message that compelled him to bravely come forward and apply for the job.

“I’m not the boss. You should ask him.”

Tang Luo didn’t even lift his head and replied indifferently.

Fang Xiong could only force a smile, turned his head toward the middle-aged man fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, and ingratiatingly said, “Boss, are you still hiring? I’m very diligent and can do anything!”

Well, others who wanted to steal the craft would usually butter up the boss by ordering a bowl of meatballs as a gesture of goodwill, at least offering something in return, but this guy wanted to steal the craft under the guise of working, what a talent indeed.

The dumbfounded Xiu’er now truly believed that this fellow was here to steal the craft, but she still tactfully declined, “Thank you for the compliment, brother, but our shop is a small business and doesn’t need so many workers.”

“Ah!”

Fang Xiong’s face instantly fell. He felt as if there were thorns in his back and, not daring to look back, he continued to plead with the boss, almost at the verge of tears.

Xiu’er, who was naturally soft-hearted, couldn’t bear the sight of a tall and robust man begging in such a pitiful voice. She turned to Tang Luo, hoping he would resolve the situation.

“Didn’t you say a few days ago that the shop was doing well and short of hands? I think he looks quite capable.”

Having neatly arranged the prepared dough into bundles, Tang Luo washed his hands, which were dyed white from the flour, and casually said without lifting his head, “He looks strong; with a bit of training, he could help make meatballs and earn a substantial extra income.”

“Is that so…” After thinking it over, Xiu’er said to Fang Xiong, “Then come to work at dawn.”

“Thank you, boss, thank you, boss!”

Fang Xiong, overjoyed, nodded again and again at the middle-aged boss, then ran off without looking back as if ghosts were chasing him.

…

The shop closed at midnight, and in another four hours, it would be time to start work at dawn. This cycle repeated day after day.

It’s said that a calm and repetitive life wears down a person’s will, but the meaning of life is, after all, something that one gives to oneself. Whether your life is meaningful or not, how can others definitively judge?

Perhaps in Xiu’er’s view, such a tranquil life was the very meaning of life.

Back in his room, Tang Luo looked at his hands that had been making meatballs and kneading dough all day, smiled gently, and sank into introspection.

Since his injury last July, a whole seven months had passed.

Due to the complete severance of his meridians a few days ago, he couldn’t perform a complete circulation of energy. Therefore, he could only rely on Marshal Star Pavilion’s Spiritual Power income for sustenance.

Under the full operation of Marshal Star Pavilion, the twenty-seven mortal-ranked stars, along with the Yellow Rank star that Tang Xing held, provided him with a daily income of 83.4 Spiritual Power points, adding up to an increase of 2502 points per month.

After seven whole months, he had finally accrued enough Spiritual Power to reconstruct the Divine Array for the Undying Battle Body.

The recent battle had brought him one step closer to mastering the Star Core. Aside from controlling its release, through training during these days, he had managed to condense the Spiritual Power into three thousand strands. Even the Sacred Martial Body of Martial Saint Mountain was probably not beyond this level.

With these thoughts in mind, Tang Luo began to redraw the shattered Divine Array.

The nine-rank accomplishment shone forth from the Divine Light of ten patterns on both arms and lungs of metal, creating water; he then drew the eight-rank kidney water of ten patterns on his lower back, generating wood; inscribed the seven-rank liver wood of ten patterns on his abdomen, giving birth to fire; inscribed the six-rank heart fire of ten patterns on his upper chest, producing earth; and completed the ten patterns of spleen earth on his lower abdomen.

With the reemergence of the top five ranks of the Divine Array, the power of the Five Elements converged, the mystical Void Stomach reopened–after a whole seven months, it was, indeed, a long wait!

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