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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.

what Tang Luo needed to do now was to dig out the talents with the best potential in the cultivation ground, and let

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

set down the pen, picked up

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

Cultivation Ground No.7

sent down from

to ask him about martial techniques. Though a young instructor, everyone noticed from a day’s

cursed, they could see the equality in his eyes, despite most of the light being surprise

didn’t treat

highest achievement

Their time for martial arts practice would be significantly reduced. Even if they make a breakthrough to the Mortal Transcendence Realm, it would

fully mastered martial technique was as precious as a life-saving measure to them. Who would care if they got scolded? You must know, even

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

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

But!

would also doubt if they were truly fools due to being scolded so much, especially when they were practising martial techniques, and Tang Luo came to them with a small book. The combination of nervousness and questions often made them perform

unlike his usual self, going around the entire cultivation

your head. What are you looking at me for?” Tang Luo’s inspection was not to worry about their

hand was simply used to log values, using a combination of phonetic code

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

to show off their abilities and could perform

But after watching them for a while, Tang Luo

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

the Foundation Building phase and guided by

the line-up, Fang Han had secluded himself into a corner

was as if the other disciples had an unspoken agreement with him; nobody approached his corner. Those seeking sparring partners would rather wait than consider the lone Fang Han in the

Luo prepared to greet the solitary boy

the corner of the training

been doing push-ups with a massive grindstone on his back for a while now, and he

limits, his sweat had soaked his trousers and clung to his skin, but

“998…999… Whew, 1000.”

“Bang!”

Han flipped over, pressing the grindstone underneath, resulting in a loud

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