I Can See Your Combat Power

4 Chapter 3: True… Innate Hollow Body_2
Translator: 549690339
“Bang!” The door was flung open by a tremendous force, and a figure flashed to the side of Tang Luo’s bed like a streak of light.

From the moment he had heard the scream, Tang Sen had shot up, tearing a huge hole in the roof and landed in Tang Luo’s room.

Seeing Tang Luo curled up like a shrimp and the mattress underneath him soaked with sweat, he quickly scanned the room. The windows and doors were intact, with no signs of external intrusion.

Tang Luo’s breathing was steady. It seemed that he had just fainted. But oddly enough, his Mortal Realm peak spiritual power had vanished. The one now curled up on the bed felt like an ordinary boy who had never practiced martial arts.

Wait, what is that thing in his arms? Tang Sen spotted the foreign object in Tang Luo’s embrace.

“Master, what’s the issue?” With the appearance of Tang Sen, the warriors and guards from the household also rushed towards Tang Luo’s bed in unison.

When the warriors arrived, they saw Tang Sen standing in front of Tang Luo’s window, blocking everyone’s view. But through Tang Sen’s figure, they could still vaguely make out the unconscious boy.

“Luo Er is fine. You all can leave.” Tang Sen’s tone was even as he dispersed the gathering guards, lifted Tang Luo and rushed towards the clan’s medical hall.

…..

Am I still alive?

“Water. Water.” After an unknown period, Tang Luo slowly regained consciousness, it felt like a long sleep, causing his mind to be groggy and his body weak, but his body still faithfully sent out signals of severe water deprivation.

“Here, take this.”

It was the voice of his mother, so gentle.

Tang Luo’s weak body was lifted up from the bed, leaning against a fragrant body.

The other person slowly brought water into his mouth, and the gentle flow of water felt very soothing.

Gulp Gulp Gulp, as a large amount of liquid replenished him, Tang Luo’s weakness gradually disappeared and he was able to open his eyes.

Must have gotten up the wrong way, Tang Luo felt a wave of fatigue and wanted to go back to sleep.

I wasn’t in my own room anymore. That’s fine.

Some servants were standing in a corner of the room, holding clothes and towels, that’s okay too.

Tang Sen was sitting on a chair in the distance, that was touching.

But who could tell me what the numbers above their heads mean?

Tang Luo tried to look again. The numbers remained the same, blatantly appearing on top of Tang Sen’s head: 30045.5.

Any normal person would be baffled if they saw a string of numbers on someone’s head. So Tang Luo was stunned and stared blankly.

In Tang Sen and Xu Shuhui’s eyes, Tang Luo’s reaction was like a thunderclap to the ears.

As the head of the family, Tang Sen managed to maintain his composure, but his brow was furrowed.

However, Xu Shuhui, who was supporting Tang Luo, couldn’t hold back her tears when she saw her son appearing as if he had lost his memories upon waking up.

Now Tang Luo was startled because he could feel Xu Shuhui’s tears soaking his shoulder in a second, with the heart-wrenching cries from his mother behind him.

“Son, what’s wrong with you? Look at me, I’m your mom. Don’t you recognize me?”

With a frail body that was roughly twisted around in a circle, Xu Shuhui turned Tang Luo around to face her, revealing a tear-stained face.

6130.7, you have it too. Baffled after baffled, just as Tang Luo was about to respond to his mother, he turned his head and saw the number on Xu Shuhui’s head.

What the hell, is this like a blood bar? Does everyone have one?

Watching Tang Luo turn around but still showing no reaction made Xu Shuhui even more anxious. She grasped Tang Luo’s shoulder and began to shake him.

That shake nearly killed me!

Although he was flexible due to his martial arts training from a young age, he wouldn’t be able to withstand being shaken so drastically after lying in bed for two days, with his upper body twisting a full 180 degrees, I’m really learning some new moves here.

“Waist, waist, waist. Mom, my waist!” The intense pain made Tang Luo decide to deal with the matter at hand and set aside the numbers for now. If he continued to pretend to be ignorant, he might as well be killed.

“Boohoo.” Xu Shuhui saw that her son had finally started to cry out. She immediately wrapped Tang Luo tightly in her arms.

Waist! Waist!

Tang Luo, on the brink of passing out, was also moved, gripping his mother’s shoulders while laboriously shifting his legs to one side. Speaking from the heart, it really hurt.

Tang Sen, standing behind them, also breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling at ease.

“Take good care of the eldest,” Tang Sen said, his back to Tang Luo. After sending a message to his wife with his eyes, he turned around and left.

After a while, Xu Shuhui, her emotions finally under control, let go of Tang Luo.

“Where is father?” Wanting to greet his father after leaving Xu Shuhui’s embrace, Tang Luo turned back only to discover that Tang Sen had already disappeared. He couldn’t help but ask.

Xu Shuhui, already standing up and casually directing several servants, answered casually, “Your father has been sitting here for two days. Now that you’re awake, of course he has to go back to the Martial Hall.”

…

“The young master of the Tang Family is indeed born with an Innate Hollow Body.”

Good news may not travel far, but rumours fly a thousand miles. Over the two days Tang Luo was unconscious, rumours were flying all over Xiling City. It was as though everyone had obtained first-hand leaks from the Tang Family. This was so accurate it was almost an eyesore. Some storytelling patrons in the pubs even started fabricating stories about Tang Luo.

“Shocking revelation, the genius is a special Hollow Body!”

“Mourning, a lament for the genius, honoring the young master Tang.”

“The Martial Saint of the Martial Saint Mountain blatantly declares, the genius is just a wasted body.”

“From the clouds to the mud, what can save you?”

Due to the loss of his spiritual power and physical weakness, the doctor advised Tang Luo not to get out of bed. Several servants were instructed to supervise him.

Tang Luo asked them about any interesting happenings in Xiling recently just because he was too bored. They hesitated at first, but with Tang Luo’s constant encouragement, they began to tell colorful stories before him.

One had to admire the imaginative power of the working people. The tales were so well-crafted that even Tang Luo, the person at the heart of it all, almost believed them. They had different versions, each more detailed than the last.

But it was hard for Tang Luo to believe how quickly the news had spread throughout Xiling City and with such a well-devised promotional tactic, without someone pushing it behind the scenes.

The Mi Family, no doubt.

This was also a common tactic of powerful families. When Tang Luo broke into the Mortal Realm, news of the young prodigy swept through Xiling City the next day. If you said the Tang Clan did nothing to encourage this, it would be a gross underestimate of them.

Now that the young prodigy had fallen, it was not unnatural for the Mi Family to stir up a new wave of gossip to let everyone know.

Tang Luo found the stories impressive though. Were they to be posted online before his death, they’d definitely garner a huge following.

“Tang Luo burst out: My destiny is mine to control, not dictated by the heavens. Even if I carry the fate of someone born with an Innate Hollow Body, I will shatter it with these fists!”

66666. Tang Luo lay on the bed, watching Aji narrating in front of him with lots of flair, and couldn’t help but marvel.

If he hadn’t been sold into the Tang Mansion as a child, this fellow could have been an exceptional storyteller.

“What are you doing?” A deep voice, reminiscent of a rumbling thunder, interrupted Aji’s narrations. Tang Sen entered the room with a dark face.

“Father, you’re here.” Tang Luo casually greeted him.

Aji, recognizing the voice behind him, was terrified. He collapsed on the ground, shaking like a leaf, knelt, and turned around. The chattering sound of his teeth clashing together due to his trembling could faintly be heard.

“I was bored, so I asked Aji to tell me my current story. Is dad that scary?” Tang Luo couldn’t help chuckling. It seemed that the loss of his powers hadn’t affected him much.

Aji, who was kneeling on the floor, initially thought he was done for. But after hearing what Tang Luo said, he felt there was a chance he could survive this situation.

“You all can leave now.” Tang Sen knew it wasn’t the fault of these servants, but when these stories were performed in front of Tang Luo, he feared it might hurt his eldest son’s heart, causing him to vent his anger at the servants.

After all, in his eyes, no matter how mature Tang Luo appeared, he was still just a thirteen-year-old boy.