Chapter 9: Crisis (1)

Although no servant dared to escort Luo Zheng, he still came to the Martial Arts Hall on his own accord.

Though Luo Zheng was dissatisfied with the rules of the Luo clan, his second and third uncle could not do anything about it. Besides, their sons had crossed the line. For example, when had Luo Piran and Luo Cheng ever set the clan’s rules in their eyes? This was also the reason why a few servants dared to cause such a ruckus.

However, while other branches of the clan gritted their teeth and allowed the servants of the Second and Third House to do as they pleased, this did not mean that Luo Zheng would. This was no pedantry, but persistence.

The atmosphere of the Martial Arts Practice Hall was different from before. News of Fang Cong and Huang Ge being beaten to the point of death spread throughout the entire Luo Clan.

Two years ago, Luo Zheng had become a servant of the Luo Clan, becoming a punching bag for the Martial Arts Practice Hall. He had always accepted everything submissively. No matter how much the disciples of the Luo Clan beat him, he still held back, let them off, and never made a sound--like a docile sheep.

Everyone had forgotten that he was once the “Young Master, the Young Patriarch of the Luo Clan. They had also forgotten that Luo Zheng possessed the strength in the Refinement Realm.

Now the Luo Clan’s disciples understood that Luo Zhen was not someone able to endure. Only reason the disciples of the Luo Clan were able to beat him up as they wished was because his surname was Luo.

Others were not qualified.

It was precisely because of this that all the Luo Clan disciples in the Martial Arts Practice Hall began looking at him with a trace of reverence. When the instructor of the Luo Clan instructed the disciples to choose a meat target, none chose Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng let out a helpless, bitter smile. This was not the result he wanted…

What he needed most was to temper his body, but these Luo Clan disciples had gone as far as to ignore him completely. How then could he temper his body?

I can’t just go up and say that I deserve a beating, so why don’t you come and choose me?

Seeing the meat targets being led away one by one, Luo Zheng was left alone in the corner of the Martial Arts Practice Hall. He was unhappy. The children of the Luo clan shouldn’t be so cowardly!

He walked over to Luo Dalong who was currently smashing the statue. “Dalong, what’s so good about hitting a rock? Let me practice with you.”

“This…” The reckless Luo Dalong had a look of hesitation on his face.

“I am a meat target. I will naturally train with you! Don’t worry, my leather armor is thick and can’t be damaged.” Luo Zheng patted his chest.

Since Luo Zheng had already said so, Luo Dalong was too embarrassed to push him anymore. Otherwise, he would appear too cowardly even though his true intention was not to provoke Luo Zheng.

Luo Dalong had some reservations in his heart regarding the amount of strength he should hit Luo Zheng.

The effect of this soft, flat fist was not very good. It created too few warm currents on Luo Zheng’s body, which made him very dissatisfied.

“Hit me harder! The speed of your punches is too slow, what are you worried about?”

“This punch is like that, but far from yesterday’s.”

Seeing Luo Zheng getting beaten up so easily by a meat target, the Luo Clan’s disciples in the training hall were so shocked that their jaws almost fell out. They really couldn’t guess what Luo Zheng was thinking about.

Luo Dalong didn’t overthink. Under the influence of Luo Zheng’s step by step, his condition slowly changed. His hands and feet gradually relaxed as his strength returned to its normal state.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

The power of the fist hitting flesh crazily hammered at Luo Zheng’s body. Streams of warm current flowed into his body, pulling out the impurities from his bones.

With each punch, Luo Zheng’s bones became purer, and his overall toughness increased.

As long as he was beaten up, it was as if he had swallowed a Heaven and Earth Rebirth Pill. The joy brought about by this qualitative change was indescribable. He revealed a painful expression on his face, but he wanted to shout out loud in his heart: Make your fists stronger!

In the Martial Arts Practice Hall, there were three jugs of water that had leaked out.

Six hours had already passed.

At this time, the servants of the Luo Clan brought food over. Whether it was the offspring of the Luo Clan or the meat target, both needed to be replenished with strength. However, the offspring of the Luo Clan ate delicious food, while the meat target was treated with clear water and hard steamed buns…

After six hours of tempering, Luo Zheng also felt extremely hungry. The tempering of his body had consumed a large amount of his physical strength, so he didn’t mind the unpalatable food.

He grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this moment, a porcelain bowl was suddenly presented in front of Luo Zheng. It was filled with delicate, fragrant meat that exuded an enticing fragrance.

Luo Zheng looked up and saw Luo Dalong hand over his bowl.

Luo Dalong smiled and said, “Let’s eat together.”

Luo Zheng didn’t hold back and took a big bite out of the steamed bun.

“If you beat up Huang Ge, Second Young Master will deal with you,” Luo Dalong said in a low voice.

Luo Zheng wolfed down his food. It had been a long time since he had such a delicious meal as a meat target. He nodded, knowing the kind reminder from Luo Dalong.