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Chapter 1358 - Chapter 1358 Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty Clumsy Kung Fu

Chapter 1358: Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty: Clumsy Kung Fu Chapter 1358: Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty: Clumsy Kung Fu The commoners are vulgar because what they think to be sharp sight is often not sharp enough.

Take martial arts practice, for instance, anyone would think it’s a competition of physical skills, but only upon reaching a certain stage would they realize, it’s also a battle of wits.

Following Tang Jie’s precedence, to minimize accidents, Tang Luo would not always demand perfection. He allowed personalities like the Kunlun Empress or Jiutian Xuanzun to fall into self-doubt and languish for a while, before he would make his move to subdue them.

The downside of this approach was that the retained spirits were mostly amplified within the range of 3.5 times, but the advantage was the elimination of risks of soul dispersion. It only required a bit more effort.

After all, not everyone possesses the talent of a prodigy. The real surge of power within the Tang Clan would have to come from generations who had cultivated the “Bitter God Detachment Skill”.

…

Longzhou Calendar, year 1788, the ninth day of the seventh month

It was the hottest time of the year again, when even the most diligent worker would take a break whenever possible.

Earning barely enough for a few melons and dates might not even suffice for medical expenses, a calculation that ultimately makes sense.

But this is the accounting of ordinary folks. For martial artists, practicing in the depths of winter and the height of summer was fundamental, not even qualifying as diligence.

However, fasting and dehydration while being exposed to violent sun was truly beyond the endurance limits of ordinary martial practitioners.

Inside the Martial Hall’s cultivation ground of Jiejiang City,

Students in cultivation grounds two to nine had all taken a break for noon, yet the Tang Clan main branch disciples in the First Cultivation Ground were still sparring under the blazing sun.

To say they were sparring might not be entirely accurate. More precisely, these young Tang Clan disciples were lifelessly practicing their moves.

After enduring the trials of the “Painful God Separation Technique”, simply staying conscious was already quite the feat, with each person undergoing varying degrees of consciousness displacement.

A few at the end of the line even displayed severe dehydration symptoms, with cracked skin and swollen tongues.

No one could understand what these individuals were persevering for, except that the medics from the Martial Hall’s dispensary stood by under the shade of trees, ready to act.

After all, these individuals were among the Tang Clan’s finest scions. If they were to die of thirst, it would be a monumental disaster.

But work was work, and the medics still couldn’t help but secretly scoff, for anyone could see that this “Bitter God Detachment Skill” had no real significant use.

Thus, although instructors of other cultivation grounds did arrange lessons, they were merely going through the motions, satisfied with barely meeting standards.

Yet the chief instructor of the First Cultivation Ground seemed to be possessed, seemingly intent on driving these disciples to their limits.

Initiating with fasting and dehydration, and picking the hottest part of the day for sparring – these young masters, once fair-skinned, were visibly darkening at an alarming rate. Their appearance changed so drastically that even their parents might hesitate to recognize them during a visit.

The reason these talented young masters could still endure was because of their instructor, Tang Xing.

If the Mortal Realm’s practice of the “Bitter God Detachment Skill” inflicted physical pain that was bearable,

then the practice beyond the Mortal Realm was a dual torment of both spirit and body.

Tang Xing, the handsome and extraordinary chief instructor with sword-like brows and bright eyes, now looked no different from a refugee, save for his increasingly bright eyes.

And the reason for this transformation was not just the self-torture of fasting and dehydration, but also a certain Heaven and Earth technique Tang Xing cultivated that refined the spirit.

With the instructor pushing himself so hard, naturally, the disciples could only grit their teeth and endure. But since it was forced perseverance, there would come a time when they couldn’t bear it any longer.

Especially when dehydration and fasting were paired with scorching heat from the sun, fainting and other bodily stress reactions seemed quite common.

Where there was one, there were two, and then they fell in droves, carried away by the medics.

Those who could still stand in the arena at the end were few and far between.

And this wasn’t due to their tenacity; it was simply because their realm was higher and their endurance stronger.

But even this height had its limits, and with the arrival of their physical limits, the bodies of two young men wobbled, about to collapse to the ground, yet they were steadied by a gust of palm wind.

Tang Xing turned his head to look toward the source of the palm wind, it was the patriarch of a Tang Clan branch in Jiejiang City, also the father of his disciple Tang Yongxuan–Tang Yongzhe.

“The First Cultivation Ground is off-limits to visitors on normal days, Patriarch Yongzhe should not be here.”

With dry, chapped lips, Tang Xing said faintly to the newcomer.

“If I hadn’t come, how would I know the suffering my son is enduring!”

Tang Yongzhe, who approached by riding the wind, hugged his unconscious son Tang Yongxuan and angrily said to Tang Xing, “Even if you want to curry favor with the Elder Council, it would have been sufficient to practice the cultivation technique to the first place in the ninth division. Why keep intensifying the training? They are only Martial Practitioners of the Mortal Realm, how can they withstand such intense bitter cultivation!?”

Tang Xing was already very tired, but he still forced himself to spiritedly retort, “Do you know the meaning of cultivating the ‘Bitter God Detachment Skill’?”

A damn thing!

Tang Yongzhe, irate to the point of itching teeth: “Then please enlighten me, what is the meaning of this torturous cultivation technique!”

“I can’t enlighten you, because I don’t know either.”

Tang Xing shook his head: “That’s why we have to practice. When the practice is aimless, the profound meaning will emerge on its own!”

“Heh heh heh.”

Tang Yongzhe, furiously laughing: “For such an absurd reason, you have repeatedly made the disciples of the First Cultivation Ground faint numerous times within a short month’s time! Do you deserve to be the chief instructor of Jiejiang City’s Martial Hall?”

Tang Xing looked indifferently at Tang Yongzhe. If it had been before he practiced the ‘Painful God Separation Technique,’ he would have already taken action.

But now, he was physically and mentally exhausted to the extreme, even his spiritual power nearly depleted, simply not in the position to take any action.

Perhaps he was indeed too tired, he didn’t even have the energy to get angry, even when confronted with provocation, he felt nothing but calm, as if another consciousness was high above, scrutinizing everything happening before him, assisting him in thought.

In this mysterious sensation, Tang Xing said faintly to Tang Yongzhe: “You are the spear, chosen by those who are discontented to test the reaction of the Martial Hall. Go back and tell them that the significance of the ‘Painful God Separation Technique’ is substantial, and their slight dissatisfaction is not enough to overturn or change it. If they truly deem it useless, they can take their children back, or transfer them to another Martial Hall in the city.”

Ignoring the ashen face of Tang Yongzhe, the weak Tang Xing raised his hand pointing to the other unconscious disciple and said: “In Jiejiang City, there is only this one method of practicing this skill!”

Having spoken, the equally exhausted Spiritual Fire Pride fell heavily to the ground, prompting the group of medics under the shade of trees to rush up.

They pushed Tang Yongzhe away clumsily, as they administered Spirit Liquid and Cold Jade on Tang Xing as if it cost them nothing.

…

Aran Mountain

Yunluo Garden

Setting down the report sent by the Wind Media Department, Tang Luo drained his soup bowl in one gulp, shook his head with a helpless smile.

This foolish younger brother of his, he was just too stubborn; to seek out the meaning of the ‘Bitter God Detachment Skill,’ he actually resorted to practicing to the limits of endurance.

Did he truly believe there were some extraordinary divine powers hidden within? He’d better not end up going mad from the training.