"However, it is fine if a person gives up, because in the end he is not the former clan leader."
The clan leader was watching his grandson's reaction after those harsh words, but Lang Biol's mind was elsewhere, thinking, what is this nonsense. Yet all the clan leader saw was Lang Biol looking at him as if saying, are you an idiot. After that, he completely ignored him and left with his father.
The clan leader was shocked by this act. He was the leader, and even the heads of other sects had never looked at him that way. For that reason, he could not utter a single word before Lang Biol left without speaking or even saying goodbye to his grandfather.
This left everyone in a state of shock.
Lang Biol's father, Lang Jong, was wise and intelligent, and that was why the clan leader consulted him in some important matters. After finishing, he usually left.
But the others did not leave because they still had unresolved issues. The truth that Lang Biol knew was that Lang Jong did not like too much trouble, and he had told the clan leader that he did not want to hear trivial problems from the teachers and the ministers' sons, because if something important happened, they would come personally. So after solving the problem, he left.
In the carriage, this was the kind of person his father was. He did not like wasting his time on trivial matters.
Lang Jong was looking at his son, who had brought that strange box containing medicinal tea, and he had not explained why he said it would be the reason for his success. It was just medicinal tea, and he had asked the clan leader to deliver it to the leader of the Golden Tiger Sect for the sake of his brother.
Although he knew about the problems between Lang Biol and Lang Liu, he was truly happy that he cared about his brother as well. But the real reason that surprised him was Lang Biol's smile. He had never seen that smile from his gentle son. It was not an ordinary smile, but the kind of smile a merchant gives when he sells you cheap goods and tells you they are expensive, and you still agree. That kind of smile.
He looked at his son again, hoping to see his usual expression, but he was surprised by the anger on his face. He looked like a bandit in a forest, but since he had a handsome face, it was like mixing salt with sugar, and that made him even more worried.
But all Lang Biol was thinking was:
"How dare that senile old man describe me as a failure and say that I am nothing like the former clan leader. I was a legend, stronger than any leader. I could defeat that old man in the blink of an eye. I was the reason the war ended because of my strength. And now he says I cannot become like the former leader?"
But when he returned to reality and thought seriously, he no longer possessed that power. Even though he had the knowledge, he had not applied it yet.
When he realized that he had to train again, he looked at his hand and stopped thinking about that foolish old man. He began to think seriously. He had to regain his strength. But should he start today or tomorrow? He had returned in time only four hours ago. Should he not rest a little first?
While he was thinking whether to start today or tomorrow, Lang Jong saw that his expression had become calm, and this was an opportunity to speak to him.
"It is good that you defended your brother despite all the problems between you."
While praising him, he took out a small box and handed it to Lang Biol.
Lang Biol was slightly surprised. He took the small box and opened it, and his eyes widened. Inside was a white pill called Fox Eyes, a middle grade pill.
Lang Biol knew that his father did not give it to him because he defended his brother. He would have given it to him for any trivial reason, claiming that he had done well. Lang Biol could not hide his gentle smile mixed with regret and sadness.
After all, he had not seen his father for five years, and he still remembered how he used to give him a pill every two months, even though it did not help him much. It would have been better to give it to his third brother, but he gave it to him anyway.
That made Lang Biol sigh inwardly as he looked at the pill and thought:
"I think I will not be able to sleep tonight because of this pill."
He closed the box with a soft smile. But Lang Jong was waiting for his thanks, as he always did. Yet Lang Biol interrupted that expectation by saying:
"Gratitude is not spoken with words, but with actions. But even so, thank you."
When he heard that, Lang Jong smiled and nodded. He believed that his son had truly grown up. But that beautiful moment was interrupted by a voice:
"Sir, we have arrived."
"Oh, time passes quickly."
Lang Biol and Lang Jong got out of the carriage. Lang Jong felt a little confused, but Lang Biol did not care much.
After that, Lang Biol entered his room and found the maid cleaning the floor. When he tried to step back and close the door quietly, the maid heard the sound and hurried toward him with a bright smile.
"Young master, would you like a quiet bath? Or perhaps some food? Shall I bring you a drink? I think you should have some light snacks and a cup of milk until lunchtime, alright?"
Lang Biol looked at her coldly and calmly told her that he would not attend lunch and did not want a bath or any food. The maid acted as if he had said he did not want anyone to disturb him, so she felt sad and quickly left.
Lang Biol sighed, but before she left, he told her that he wanted a cup of the tea he had given her. She smiled again and ran to prepare it.
He sighed once more and thought that he did not want to do this, but he had no other choice.
He made sure no one was around, sat on the bed, and began gathering the internal energy Logisnia, the latent energy of the body.
The Logisnia energy could detect whether he was injured and where the injury lay by distributing the energy throughout the body. If the energy could not flow somewhere, that meant it was the location of the injury. The severity or simplicity depended on what one felt.
If you felt excitement, it meant your level was about to rise.
If you felt suffocation, it meant the injury was severe but not critical.
If you felt dizziness, it meant the injury was very serious, and sometimes a person might faint, which meant they had been injured since childhood, and the injury was critical and incurable.
If you felt nothing, it meant your body was trying to heal itself.
Lang Biol sat in the lotus position and closed his eyes. After distributing the energy within his body, it could not flow into the energy core. When he tried to determine the extent of the injury, he suddenly felt dizzy, but it was not extreme. There was tightness in his breathing and a slight feeling of cold.
Lang Biol expected this because he had been injured since childhood. This was the maximum that the Logisnia energy could determine.
But Lang Biol had learned a method from his old master to discover the cause of the injury and how to treat it, because in the end, every illness has a cure.
He delved deeper and deeper until he finally found the energy core. It looked like a very small sphere with three colors: light blue, light purple, and dark red. The dark red color occupied the largest space among the three.
Lang Biol could not endure the intense pain, so he stopped distributing the energy. He fell to the ground and began vomiting. The dizziness and the feeling of faintness made it impossible for him to remain conscious for long.
Even so, he tried to stand and sit on the bed, but he fainted immediately.