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16 Chapter Thirteen: Nobody Understands My Plan (Seeking One Recommendation Ticket)
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Tang Luo set the Star Core aside and came to his desk to prepare a plan.

It was a habit he’d always had, whenever he was planning his dreams, he would break them down into small segments of goals, fulfilling them one at a time.

He believed that, no matter how difficult the dream, as long as it could be broken down into segments of attainable small goals, theoretically, nothing is impossible to achieve.

The mysteries of the Star Core unfolded before his eyes, he had found his path to ultimate strength. The past methods of cultivation had to be abandoned. He needed a fresh martial arts cultivation plan, much like the one he created when he was four.

The first little goal was to find an extraordinarily talented mortal in the Mortal Realm or Mortal Transcendence Realm and activate the first Star Core!

“Bro, I’m back!” The little kid just happened to be back and hopped up onto the desk.

Tang Luo remained unflustered, continuing to write vigorously.

Losing himself in the heap of characters that filled the white paper, the little kid curiously asked, “Bro, what are you writing?”

Tang Luo glanced at the baffled little chap and replied casually: “This is a spell for becoming stronger.”

The little kid, Tang Xing, immediately got ecstatic, “Bro! I want to learn too.”

“Wait till you reach the Mortal Transcendence Realm, go and cultivate for now.” Tang Luo looked at the little kid and dispatched him to the practice room.

Tang Xing’s talent should be quite good, at the Foundation Building and Mortal Realm stages, it is the easiest to discern one’s talent.

Tang Xing’s speed of Foundation Building greatly exceeded his own, thus, his performance in the Mortal Realm shouldn’t be far off.

You should know, talent is the amount of Spiritual Energy one could absorb in a day.

For instance, Tang Luo was of ordinary talent, his cultivation practice could only absorb one unit of Spiritual Energy a day. To Tang Luo, this meant incrementing the value by one each day. This was the growth he could achieve by constantly completing thirty-six grand circulations each day amidst rain or shine.

Through his observations at the cultivation ground, Tang Luo noticed some people had significantly better talents. Judging by the duration they took to advance from Foundation Building stage to the Mortal Realm, their breakthrough speed was faster by ten to twenty percent than his own.

Once they reached the Mortal Realm and started cultivating, the amount of Spiritual Energy they gained per day could reach 1.1 or even 1.2. It can be said that this was very rapid. If coupled with the triple enhancer: the Star Core, they could even accumulate enough energy to reach the peak of the Mortal Realm within one year, with excess to spare.

The little kid had good talent, and he was his own younger brother. Following the principle of not letting good resources go to waste, Tang Luo naturally wanted to let Tang Xing cultivate the first Star Core. However, the little kid would need at least half a year to reach the Mortal Realm.

If all this time was used just to wait, it would be too wasteful. Moreover, by that time, he could simply refine another Mortal Realm Star Core for the little kid. This wouldn’t delay his progress.

Luo needed to do now was to dig out the talents with the best potential in

most of the young men in the cultivation ground were of the Mortal Realm, their daily progress was clear as day to Tang

the entire sheet of paper with dense writing. He set down the pen, picked up

of pride, Tang Luo felt he could establish an intelligence organization on the continent. Even if someone intercepted his intelligence, who could understand and make

Cultivation Ground No.7

a shocking day because Instructor Tang, the genius young master sent down from the

Though a young instructor, everyone noticed from a day’s lesson that apart from his sharp tongue, his advice was very incisive and to the

the equality in his eyes, despite most of the

Instructor didn’t treat

Tang Luo, as for these students, the highest achievement

they would undertake many miscellaneous tasks. Their time for martial arts practice would be significantly reduced. Even if they make a

would care if they got scolded? You must know, even a veteran Mortal Transcendence Realm martial artist

as long as Tang Luo heard of a cultivation method once, he would be able to point out the students’ deficiencies. He even had unique insights

ground were older and taller than Tang Luo, when encountering Instructor Tang,

But!

would also doubt if they were truly fools due to being scolded so much, especially when they were practising martial

self, going around the entire

person and the knife are all about to cut your head. What are you looking at me for?” Tang Luo’s inspection was not to worry about their practice, but merely to remember their appearance and names, which

small booklet in his hand was simply used to log values, using

a Martial Technique Instructor at the training ground. When he spotted issues with the disciples’ sparring, he subconsciously stepped in to correct them. With that, Instructor Tang turned into a figure recording the stupidity of disciples at Cultivation Ground No.7 in his booklet, causing the disciples to suddenly feel as if they

their movements became rigid. Besides a few who were eager to show off their abilities and could perform normally, most had one

palm met palm, their sparring was exceedingly lively. But after watching them for a while, Tang Luo noticed not a single effective hit was landed.

are supposedly enemies, but your martial skills are avoiding the vital points. What could you possibly

Cultivation Ground No.7, besides a few disciples who were still at the Foundation Building phase and guided by Bo Shan

exception. Since being dismissed from the line-up, Fang Han had secluded himself into a corner to

corner. Those seeking sparring partners would rather wait than consider the lone Fang Han

Luo prepared to greet the solitary boy and intended

corner of

a massive grindstone on his back for a

his trousers and clung to his skin, but he

“998…999… Whew, 1000.”

“Bang!”

underneath, resulting in a loud noise that resonated in the distance, attracting many

on top of the heavy grindstone, his limbs drooping on either side, his chest heaved up and down like a bellows, and his sweat was