Chapter 57
Tang Lian's Choice, The Rise of a New Generation
On the ruins of Lei Family Fortress, the smell of gunpowder was gradually replaced by the aroma of food.
Although the scene looked bizarre, no one dared to say anything under Su Changqing's powerful aura.
Everyone could only watch silently as the family ate with relish, and sigh inwardly: This must be the privilege of the strong.
In another corner of the ruins, Tang Lian was directing the surviving Tang Clan disciples to collect the corpses.
He moved slowly, and with each corpse he moved, his heart grew heavier.
These were his fellow disciples, and even elders who had watched him grow up.
Although they did wrong, and although they deserved to die, the feeling of burying the past with one's own hands is not pleasant.
Finally, he came to the body of Old Master Tang.
This once-renowned figure in the martial arts world, and the old man he respected most, was now nailed to the wall, his death a tragic sight. In his cloudy eyes, the fear and resentment of his dying moments still lingered.
"Grandpa..."
Tang Lian knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
"You're wrong. You're really wrong."
"The Tang Clan's rise to power doesn't rely on conspiracies and tricks, much less on selling one's soul. Your move not only ruined yourself but almost destroyed the Tang Clan as well."
He stood up and gently laid down Old Master Tang's body, as if to preserve this last bit of dignity.
After doing all this, he turned around and looked at the man sitting not far away, surrounded by a crowd of people.
Su Changqing.
This monster, who had single-handedly suppressed two powerful families, was now wiping the grease from his daughter's mouth, his smile warm and pure.
Tang Lian took a deep breath and walked over.
"Mr. Su."
Tang Lian bowed again, her tone more respectful and firm than before, "Thank you for your mercy, sir, for not wiping out the Tang Clan completely."
He knew that if Su Changqing's wave of his hand had been wider, or if his kick had been harder, there would be no Tang Clan disciples alive here now.
"You're welcome."
Su Changqing waved his hand.
"I told you, every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. The one who set this up was that old bastard; it has little to do with these ordinary disciples. Of course, if they dare to cause trouble again in the future, I don't mind coming back."
"Don't worry, sir!"
Tang Lian solemnly promised, "From this day forward, the Tang Clan will be closed for ten years! We will rectify our conduct! If anyone commits any further crimes, without your intervention, I, Tang Lian, will be the first to expel them from the sect!"
"Hmm, that makes more sense."
Su Changqing nodded and casually tossed over a booklet. "Take a look at this. It might be of some use to your Tang Clan."
Tang Lian subconsciously took it, opened it, and her eyes widened instantly.
"One Hundred Proper Uses of Mechanical Techniques and Hidden Weapons"?
This name... why does it sound so inappropriate?
But after only a few glances, his breathing became rapid.
The principles of mechanical arts recorded in this book are a hundred times more ingenious than the existing secret manuals of the Tang Clan!
Moreover, the use of hidden weapons mentioned in the story is no longer the insidious sneak attacks of the past, but rather a legitimate means of defending against enemies!
This is a treasure trove that can completely transform the Tang Clan!
"Sir...this..."
Tang Lian was so excited that her hands were trembling.
"I just wrote this because I was bored, feel free to use it."
Su Changqing said indifferently.
He possessed extraordinary comprehension. While researching how to mold the Buddha's Wrath Lotus into marbles, he also deduced the principles of mechanical arts and casually wrote this little booklet.
What is trash to him is a treasure to the Tang Clan.
"Thank you so much, sir! Tang Lian will never forget your kindness!"
Tang Lian bowed down again.
This time, he was truly convinced.
Not only was I impressed by his martial arts skills, but I was also impressed by his character.
Watching Tang Lian's departing figure, Lei Wujie said with some envy, "Brother-in-law, you're too generous! You just gave away such a good thing like that? I want one too!"
"You want it?"
Su Changqing glanced at him. "Can you make mechanisms? Can you forge iron? Even if I gave them to you, would you be able to understand them?"
Lei Wujie: "..."
That hurts, bro.
"But don't be discouraged."
Su Changqing looked at Lei Wujie, Wushuang, Xiao Se, and Sikong Qianluo, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
After this battle, the auras of these little guys have changed significantly.
Lei Wujie's fire-burning technique has become more refined, and he seems to be on the verge of breaking through the Free and Easy Realm and moving towards the Unfettered Heaven Realm.
Wushuang's sword heart became more stable. Although he still didn't understand the charm of that bite, he was at least no longer so impetuous.
Sikong Qianluo's spear intent also gained an added domineering and indomitable air.
As for Xiao Se...
Su Changqing's gaze fell on Xiao Se.
Although this kid didn't make a move (he couldn't), his state of mind changed the most.
From previous despondency and escapism, to now, hope and ambition for the future have been rekindled in their eyes.
"Although you weren't of much help in this battle (mainly because Su Changqing was too strong), you at least proved one thing—you bunch of brats still have some guts."
Su Changqing rarely praised anyone, saying, "The future of the martial arts world belongs to you."
"Brother-in-law, the way you're talking makes it sound like you're about to retire."
Lei Wujie scratched his head.
"Nonsense, I'm already retired."
Su Changqing rolled his eyes at him. "If it weren't for you troublemakers causing me trouble every day, I'd still be sunbathing in the tavern right now."
The crowd laughed.
But everyone knows it was just a joke.
With him around, there will always be someone to hold up the sky in this martial arts world.
This sense of security is something that nothing can buy.
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