Chapter 694: Chapter 690: The Second Young Master in Search of His Maid

Being able to refine more star seeds is probably one of the few pieces of good news since the black sphere appeared, because being able to quickly accumulate spiritual power is a dream for all martial artists, regardless of the context.

An unusual glow flashed in Tang Luo’s eyes. A Wind Attack skill, precisely controlled, was slapped down onto the ground. The palm wind, containing fifty units of standard spiritual power, made a hole in the ground tile, the crackling palm force penetrated three inches into the ground before it was depleted.

After carefully feeling the spiritual power in his Sea of Qi, Tang Luo frowned. He had assumed that once he had the breakthrough, the biggest problem in his body would be solved. It seemed that this was not going to happen after all.

Moreover, the black sphere did not amplify his Spirit Art at all. This Fierce Realm experience was simply terrible.

There was a respectful and gentle knock at the door. Hua Ji, the manager of the Star Pavilion, entered.

“Young Master, what can I do for you?” No matter when, Hua Ji’s eyes were full of fanatic admiration when he looked at Tang Luo, and even his voice was filled with restraint.

Looking at this loyal subordinate, whose head had the number 312 indicating his loyalty, Tang Luo was very satisfied: “How is the progress of the Star Pavilion?”

“Master, in at most two more months, the Star Pavilion in Lanshan City will be ready for use. According to the blueprint you provided, the new pavilion in Lanshan City will be nearly identical to the old one in Xiling City!”

“Not bad.” Tang Luo nodded and then said to Hua Ji: “Your position will remain the same when the new pavilion opens. There are new star seeds on the table, take them with you later.”

“Yes, Master!”

“Also,” continued Tang Luo, “Apart from the star seed holders from the nine families who followed us from Xiling, find eighteen more families. Don’t let the star seeds be idle before the pavilion opens.”

“As you command, Master.” After Hua Ji accepted the order respectfully, he thought for a while and then asked: “Master, after the pavilion opens, do we continue to let these families hold onto the star seeds, or do we select workers daily as we did before?”

“Once the new pavilion opens, everything will be done according to the old rules in Xiling City.” Tang Luo said indifferently: “The nine good families who followed us from Xiling will be released from service, and each of them will be rewarded with five thousand gold.”

During these days, the nine families chosen by Hua Ji never stopped supplying spiritual power. Even though Tang Luo also gave them food and shelter in return, he still felt a sense of gratitude towards these ordinary people who had completed their work outstandingly. Now that everything was returned to the previous state, he was willing to reward these families, seeing it as a recognition of their work.

“I understand.” Hua Ji nodded, stepped forward, and respectfully placed the eighteen star seeds in a box. He looked at Tang Luo with a conflicted expression as if he had something to say but didn’t know how to put it into words.

“Speak up, why are you hesitating?”

“Master, I don’t mean to be nosy, but before I came, I saw the second young master rebuking steward Chang Furiously. It seemed to be urgent. Do you want to take a look?”

Although Tang Luo, who had completed the adult ceremony, could have built his own mansion, he still lived in the sect head’s mansion because his mother, Xu Shuhui, had not returned from her visit to her family, and the Unparalleled City was still under construction. In this temporary mansion in Lanshan City, his father, Tang Sen, had especially assigned steward Chang Fu to be his housekeeper in Lanshan City.

At this time, Tang Xing should have been practicing in the Martial Hall in North Mountain. Why did he appear in Lanshan City and reprimand the housekeeper of the temporary mansion?

“I see, you may leave now.” Tang Luo’s eyebrows knit together slightly, finally understanding why Hua Ji was hesitating. No matter how one looked at it, the little boy’s current behavior was too strange.

In the other courtyard of the temporary mansion, Chang Fu was bowing in panic and fear. The mansion’s stewards were all kneeling on the floor. The temperamental Tang Xing, like a young lion, was pacing back and forth in anger in the steward’s room, roaring non-stop.

“How can you not know! A living person can’t just disappear, can they?”

“Uncle Fu says he hasn’t seen her, you also say you haven’t seen her! Has Miao Zhu disappeared into thin air?”

“Tell me honestly, when the Mi Clan’s joint army attacked North Mountain, did they kidnap Miao Zhu?”

Tang Xing, who returned to Xiling with the second sequence, finally remembered the pitiful personal maid. But no matter who he asked in the mansion, they all said they hadn’t seen her.

As slaves of the Tang Clan without any rank, these people escaped and hid under the lead of housekeeper Chang Fu when the mansion was attacked. So once they were split up, many of them were lost.

After all, besides the joint army, there were too many things that these people without cultivation could call accidents. The death of a teenage girl on the escape route was not strange at all.

Tang Sen’s mansion in North Mountain was situated on a dangerous peak, surrounded by cliffs. It was easy to guess what would have happened to a personal maid who didn’t know martial arts and didn’t have a guard. Chang Fu assumed that Miao Zhu was most likely lost during the escape or fell off a cliff.

But facing the furious Tang Xing, he dared not speak the truth directly. He could only say he didn’t know, he hadn’t seen her, trying to preserve some hope for Tang Xing.

When Tang Luo entered the steward’s room, he saw Tang Xing, with his eyes red, breaking a bookshelf with one palm. The scattered files fell on the kneeling stewards, but none of them dared to move.

Gazing at the chaotic steward’s room, Tang Luo told Chang Fu with a frown: “Housekeeper Chang, take the stewards out first.”

The stewards were led away by Chang Fu before they had a chance to salute at the sound of the eldest master’s voice. The steward’s room was left to the Tang brothers.

Tang Xing, with reddened eyes, saw his brother arriving. He wiped his eyes fiercely, stiffened his neck, and turned his head aside, showing an agitated and aggrieved look.

After driving all the stewards away, Tang Luo shook his head helplessly. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, put it on the little boy’s head, casually helped a chair up to sit down. He then asked, “Tell me, instead of staying in the Martial Hall to practice, you ran all the way to Lanshan City to give the housekeeper a hard time, why?”

Tang Xing roughly pulled off the handkerchief on his head after seeing his brother. All his grievances erupted: “Brother, Miao Zhu is missing. I can’t find her.”

Even though he was already a decent martial artist, the little boy was after all only twelve years old. Suddenly, he couldn’t find the personal maid with whom he had been intimately close, so it was no wonder he was anxious. However, his behavior in Tang Luo’s eyes only elicited a snort of laughter.

“What do mean you can’t find her, isn’t her disappearance just what you want?”

“Wh…what?” With the handkerchief clenched in his hands, the little boy asked incredulously.

The expressionless Tang Luo sat on the chair: “Now you and Tang Zhen are inseparable. Isn’t Miao Zhu an eyesore? It’s hard to believe that you can still remember that poor girl.”