Gao Wu: Starting with playing the Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e

In the evening, Tang Luo, carrying his bundle and holding the doorplate, returned to his simple little house under the watchful eyes of the servants on both sides.

As he walked, he kept glancing at the panel beneath his eyes:

"567 points? That's quite a good result."

I just don't know what the specific criteria are for judging these points.

Tang Luo frowned, his mind racing.

Walking quickly back to his rented room, Tang Luo unpacked his bundle and took out the contents one by one.

A set of night clothes, several different demon masks, shoulder pads, foot pads, and a dozen or so taels of loose silver.

The dozen or so taels of silver were his reward for his chivalrous deeds that day.

The rest are for tonight.

"I let you go during the day, bye, but you won't be so lucky at night."

During the day, letting that brat leave in public was a last resort to conceal his identity, but that might not be the case at night.

As for being discovered, what does it have to do with Tang Luo, a third-class servant of the Prince Duan's mansion, and the elusive white-haired blind man?

Moreover, his night clothes were made for this very purpose.

Tang Luo pondered, then glanced at the sky outside through the gauze window; night was just beginning to fall.

"It's not the right time yet." Tang Luo calmed his somewhat anxious heart, and then began to study his cheat ability again.

Expanding the panel for [Flying Bat - Ke Zhen'e] will show you the role-playing points required to redeem all abilities.

[Subduing Demon Staff Technique Lv6 (White/Medium)]: 3350

[Poison Dart Technique Lv5 (White/Medium)]: 3150

[Flying Flow Body lv4 (White, Upper)]: 4000

[Physical Body Training Lv5 (White/Medium)]: 5000 (Note: The path of cultivation values ​​self-discipline; in the cultivation of realms, do not rely on others)

[Hearing the Wind - Talent (White - Upper)]: 7000

Role-playing level: 2.34%

"What do you mean? Don't rely on others? You're telling me not to exchange my physical strength for training?"

[Flying Flow Body] is actually a movement technique of the 'White Upper' level? Why wasn't this skill mentioned in the novel?

Is that why he's nicknamed "Flying Bat"?

One question after another arose in his mind, but since he could not get an explanation, Tang Luo banished them one by one from his mind.

I earned a total of 567 role-playing points today. Even if I could earn that many every day, it would only add up to 7,000 over 14 days, which is only enough to exchange for one [Listening Ear], or [Demon Subduing Staff Technique] plus [Poison Dart Technique].

I wonder if I can use the remaining points from this role-playing game for the next redemption?

And that "performance level," why does it feel like it's related to the tasks I completed?

Tang Luo looked at the panel in his eyes and pondered to himself.

But after thinking it over and over, he still couldn't find an answer. With a slight sigh, Tang stood up, squatted slightly, his back undulating like a dragon, and began practicing stance training, assuming a "horse riding" posture.

This method, called "Dingyang Zhuang," is the best foundational method in Ke Zhen'e's memory. Now, with the blessing of the "Ke Zhen'e Armor," his cultivation is progressing smoothly, even faster than he had imagined.

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Night falls in Dongling City, on North Street, at the Wang Family Mansion.

The Wang family was already one of the most powerful families in Dongling City. Coupled with their ambiguous relationship with the Prince Duan's mansion, the Wang family's prestige became even more prominent, and their mansion became even more luxurious.

In the very center of North Street, in the most bustling area, stands the Wang family's magnificent courtyard, a seven-section complex stretching for hundreds of meters, a rare sight to be brightly lit.

Wang Yuande sat on a high chair in the center of the courtyard, glanced at the pendulum on his right that seemed to be shifting slightly, and said softly to the steward on his right, "Go and call the Third Young Master."

The steward nodded, and Wang Yuande glanced at his two guards on either side: "You two should go and rest too."

The slightly taller and stronger guard seemed about to say something, but before he could speak, Wang Yuande waved his hand, silencing the guard, who obediently left the courtyard.

Before long, Wang Shuwen followed the steward into the courtyard. He was far from the unrestrained horseman he had been during the day. He kept his head down, trembling slightly, and dared not look up at his father.

Wang Yuande raised his eyebrows, and the steward thoughtfully closed the door slightly and stood to the side of the door, leaving Wang Yuande and his son Wang Shuwen in the middle of the room.

At this moment, Wang Yuande said in a deep voice:

"Sir, why peek from the eaves? Why not come into the courtyard openly and let me, Wang, fulfill my duties as host?"

The deep voice echoed in the courtyard. Not far away, Wang Shuwen looked up at his father in confusion. If he remembered correctly, his father was limited by his age. Although he had entered the path of cultivation, that was all. Could he really detect someone?

Or is it a lie?

At this moment, on the rooftop, Tang Luo, dressed in black and wearing a mask, also looked puzzled.

He was certain that he had secretly climbed here without being discovered along the way, but Wang Yuande's voice was strong and didn't sound like he was lying.

But he had just dismissed his two menacing guards, who exuded a menacing aura and posed a subtle threat. Now, with Ke Zhen'e's hearing, he was certain that there was no one else in the room besides himself and the seemingly frail butler. How could he dare to invite him like this?

While Tang Luo hesitated, Wang Yuande spoke up again: "I have a good relationship with the Prince of Duan's heir. When building this residence, I chose disciples from the royal craftsmen's workshop whom I knew well. Therefore, the residence itself has some special features."

As he spoke, Wang Yuande raised his hand and pointed to the huge pendulum on the left: "And this 'rising and sinking bell' is one of them. If someone attaches themselves to the eaves, the rising and sinking bell will shift slightly in position. For example, right now, it has shifted down by a few centimeters."

Seemingly seeing that the visitor still hadn't come down, Wang Yuande continued, "I am not good at cultivation. Even with a constant supply of powerful medicines, I have only reached the thirteenth level of enlightenment. Moreover, I am old and frail. Since you dare to spy on me from the rooftop, you are far superior to me."

I have dismissed all my attendants. Your Excellency, would you mind seeing me?

Before he could finish speaking, a sound of bricks and tiles breaking suddenly came from the eaves, accompanied by some dust. A strange figure, dressed entirely in black and covered from head to toe, with a huge demon mask on his face, fell into the room.

"I wonder what secrets Master Wang is keeping this up?"

Tang Luo deliberately lowered his voice and looked at Wang Yuande with some curiosity. He had already hidden a row of poison darts in his sleeve. As soon as anything unusual happened, he would throw these poison darts to kill the two of them and then run away immediately.

Beneath the mask, Tang Luo glanced at Wang Yuande, who was calm and composed, as if he had everything under control, and then at Wang Shuwen, who looked bewildered and helpless. In their ears, one heartbeat was as steady as a mountain, while the other was as rapid as a deer running wildly.

Tang Luo secretly shook his head, thinking to himself:

Are these two really related? It's a classic case of a tiger father and a dog son.

He doesn't seem as good as... the steward by the door.

Wang Yuande first looked at his third son, Wang Shuwen, and then at Tang Luo. He shook his head slightly and said with some regret, "I was poor when I was young and had no enjoyment, but I did not feel tired or bitter. I naturally thought that everyone was like that. After I worked hard to build a business, I saw many businesses decline because of poor successors."

After my elder brother Shuwen was born, I treated him very harshly, and I think it was my fault that he died young.

After his second elder brother was born, I didn't discipline him much, but instead, he became quite successful. Now he's even helping me develop trade routes in Dongshan City; he's very promising.

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Shuwen:

"After Shuwen was born, I wanted to replicate his second brother's growth path, so I felt that I should not discipline him too much and let him grow up freely."

But they forgot that people are inherently different.

But he and his two brothers were like that.

His second brother was intelligent, steady, and extremely wise, while he was skilled in all sorts of vices, including drinking, gambling, whoring, and prostitution. He was cunning, lazy, greedy, treacherous, insidious, and vicious, yet incredibly stupid.

I always thought he would change, and I gave him many chances. This time, leaving Dongling for Qinghe is no exception.

I entrusted the family business to him, hoping he would manage it well. At that time, he would be in Dongling, his second brother in Dongshan, and I in Qinghe. The three of us, father and sons, would form a triangular formation, moving forward together to develop the Wang family into a large family and merchant guild spanning three cities.

At this point, Wang Yuande shook his head again, disappointment flashing in his eyes:

Unfortunately, after I was away for only three months, my family's business declined by nearly one-fifth, nearly 30,000 taels of silver were misappropriated, and more than 100 people left the Chamber of Commerce.

If I had returned any later, I fear all my businesses would have been taken advantage of.

Tang Luo nodded slightly as he listened to Wang Yuande's words.

This Wang Shuwen perfectly fits his stereotype of a good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid, but he was also a little confused. He looked at Wang Yuande, wondering what he was trying to say.

"More importantly, although he has two stewards to check and balance him now that he's in power, he's still offended countless people, and the evil deeds he's committed are too numerous to count..." Wang Yuande stopped mid-sentence, suddenly turning to Tang Luo: "If I'm not mistaken, you've also come to see him, haven't you?!"

Although it was a question, Wang Yuande's words were full of certainty.

Upon hearing this, Tang Luo fell silent.

He was absolutely right!

I really did come to find this stupid rich kid!

There's no one who knows a son better than his father, and that's definitely true.

So?