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Ling Hao followed the path back to his residence, and gently pushed open the door.

"Creak."

"Hao'er, you shouldn't have made that bet. You have truly disappointed me!"

Today, Ling Changfeng had long since heard of the rumours that came from the outside. After knowing the sequence of events, he increasingly felt that Ling Hao was trying to be brave for the sake of his reputation.

However, you never thought that once you didn't get into the competition, it would be a topic for the Spirit Flame clan to discuss over the rest of the day.

A man dressed in grey was sitting on a wooden chair. His beard was everywhere, and he had a face that had seen many vicissitudes of life. Beside him was a wooden stick.

He picked up the stick and propped himself up on the ground with it. His right leg was trembling slightly, and it was not hard to tell that he was disabled.

Ling Hao didn't have time to think about it. In his memories, his father's right leg was already crippled when he was young, and he had been living on the family's monthly salary for the past few years.

His father, Ling Changfeng, was a Zhenyang expert in the clan when he was young, and his Zhenyang realm was even higher than that of the Qi Condensation stage.

This unforeseen event caused him to fall from the clouds into the mud pool. Under this great change, Ling Changfeng spent all day accompanying the wine.

"Dad, don't worry."

"Right, is the spiritual herb that the Hundred Herb Garden sent over still here?"

Ling Changfeng was slightly stunned and could not help but say, "He's here."

He then shook his head helplessly and crossed his legs. What's the use of starting to cultivate now? Could it be that he could break through?

Following his memory, Ling Hao took out the herbs in his room, poured hot water into the medicine jar, and put the herbs inside.

"The quality is too poor. How many years has it been since I last used this kind of trash?" Ling Hao muttered as he took off his clothes and climbed into the medicine bed.

If it wasn't for his father seeing hope, there was no need for him to cultivate so urgently.

However, this bit of spirit source was enough to break through to the 3rd level of the Qi Condensation stage.

Ling Changfeng shut the door shakily. He wanted to see what his son was up to.

Following the direction of his gaze, Ling Hao's body began to emit a rising steam. Would the medicinal bath enter his body?

Ling Hao circulated the tiny True Qi in his Dantian and circulated the strands of Qi around his entire body. The spirit energy in his meridians began to churn, causing the energy of the spirit grass to fuse together.

Long ago, hundreds of thousands of years ago, this kind of cultivation method was figured out by him. No one in the world understood the principle of enhancing one's breakthrough more than him.

The energy of the medicine bath continuously drilled into his meridians, the vigorous energy rushed through his acupuncture points, and his meridians were filled with Zhen Qi.

Ling Changfeng couldn't help but cry out in surprise. His son's training method was quite different from everyone else's. The Spirit Flame Technique was the foundation of the clan. Since ancient times, clan members could only train with this technique.

However, his son did not cultivate the Flame Mantra and only relied on the spirit grass's spirit energy to open up his meridians. If this news spread out, it would be a fantasy!

"He really broke through?"

No one could understand what a father expected of his child.

"Third level of Qi Condensation … that power is too low. Normally speaking, my ancient technique should have been multiplied by several times."

The [Nine Heavens Creation Scripture] was created by him. It gathered the laws of the world and covered all sorts of things in the universe. It could be said to be the world's number one cultivation technique.

"Hao'er, what did you tell dad?"

Ling Changfeng realized that his son today was very different from his usual self. He was usually extremely lazy, so how could he be calm and steady like he was today?

Also, to break through to the 3rd level of the Qi Condensation stage within an hour, the increase in his power could not be compared with the outside world.

Ling Hao really did not know how to reply to Ling Changfeng's question. Could it be that he was the Ancient Emperor Tai Hao?

That way, his father would probably kill him.

Emperor Taihao was a deeply ingrained figure. How could a god-like figure be allowed to be desecrated by others?

Ling Hao smiled bitterly. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. To him, he really hadn't lied before.

Forget it, for the sake of their own safety.

"Dad, last night I had a dream. There was an old man riding a green ox, he patted my head a few times. I felt refreshed, and then I woke up with a 5000 character cultivation technique in my mind."

Ling Changfeng could not sit still any longer as his eyes turned red.

"The Divine Path?"

"Right, it must be!"

Ling Changfeng instantly sensed something as he said in a stern voice, "This matter is known by both me and you, do not let a third person know about it!"

How could Ling ZhangFeng, who was once in the True Sun Realm, not know about the principle of having a treasure?

Following that, he used a gratified gaze to look at Ling Hao: "My child has finally grown up. I, your father, look forward to your growth."

Ling Changfeng sat on a chair, feeling gratified, but there was also a tinge of regret in his eyes.

Unfortunately, your father is already a cripple, so I can only silently watch you from behind.

His right leg had been crippled for many years, and his martial arts had long fallen off. How could he train to be a cripple?

Ling Hao smiled slightly, seeming to have noticed his father's regret. This kind of cripple could only refine a white bone pill to regrow his father's right leg.

However, how could any of the creatures of this era have methods to refine pills from the ancient times? Even the secret methods were hard to find, so the incomplete body was destined to be lost in cultivation.

"Dad, give me three days! I'm going to give dad a surprise!"

Ling Hao said calmly. He pondered for a moment before going to the Ash Wolf Mountain tomorrow to gather some elixirs and then refine the White Bone Beads.

"Haha, Hao'er, the surprise you gave me today is already enough. I really can't think of any more surprises than what you can break through to."

The father and son duo chatted late into the night. Ever since Ling Changfeng became disabled, he had never been as happy as he was today.

Ling Hao had a doubt in his heart. Whenever mother was mentioned, his father would always change the topic, as if there was something hard to say.

"When I was four years old, I still remembered that my mother left the clan. My father told me that it would be a very, very long time before I came back because my mother was going out to play. As for how long, I want to ask."

When Ling Changfeng heard his son's question, his eyes gradually became deeper. He grabbed the wine jar on the table and took a sip.

Because it was too big, the wine flowed down his chin.

"I'll tell you in the future, listen to me, Hao'er."

Such relaxed words were depressing to Ling Changfeng.

Even if Ling Hao was aware of it, he still wouldn't be able to ask.

Since I have inherited this kid's body, his will should be inherited by me.

The next morning, Ling Hao woke up from his bed after a sleepless night. He felt that the power in his veins was becoming richer and richer.

He saw that his father had woken up early to train, but it was to no avail. Because his right leg was crippled, the power of his training gradually dissipated.

Ling Changfeng was a persistent person. He was still practicing his fist art in the courtyard. He was unwilling to give up.

After greeting Ling Changfeng, Ling Hao walked forward along the main road.

Passing by the Spirit Flame Race's Martial Arts Practice Field, he saw that the young boys and girls were all fighting with their fists. With a single glance, he could tell that they were practicing Fierce Tiger Fists.

Li Mingxue was one of them. He was only at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, so he didn't need to practice with the others. However, Instructor Bai Han couldn't help but ask her for help.

In Bai Han's eyes, with such talent, as well as painstaking training, it would be difficult for him not to have the weather.

"Fierce Tiger Fist emphasizes its meaning and is not in its form. One must conceal the might of a fierce tiger descending the mountain."

Bai Han couldn't help but slightly sigh as he looked at the crowd. Only Li Mingxue and Chen Yu had won, while the rest of the youths only had green leaves.

Chen Yu faintly smiled and walked to the center of the room. He said in an attentive manner, "Sister Xue, are you thirsty? Come and drink some water."

"Look, Ling Hao is here."

"What is he doing here? "A level two Qi Condensation cultivator can't even practice Fierce Tiger Fist."

"I don't know about that. Yesterday, Big Brother Chen Yu invited Li Mingxue to admire the flowers. Everyone knows about this, but Ling Hao will definitely eat it. No matter what, he's still a childhood sweetheart."

"Shut up, I haven't practiced much. You guys sure have a lot to say!" Bai Han frowned and snapped.

Li Mingxue gazed at Ling Hao, took Chen Yu's water bowl, drank a mouthful, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Yu."

"How much they love each other. They are truly a perfect couple."

"Hey, hey, you didn't say that four years ago."

"Tsk, that's what I said. It's just a change of person."

The noisy discussion, coupled with the gazes that were directed at him, seemed to have not been heard by Ling Hao as he continued onward. His proud and aloof figure stood tall and straight.

The pursuit of profit and the avoidance of harm were people's natural instincts. Now that he had nothing and no future, the glory that he once had naturally changed.

If these words can affect my heart, then there wouldn't be Emperor Taihao in this world!

Chen Yu saw Ling Hao walk past him and felt his indifference. In his heart, he couldn't help but feel a trace of hostility.

What the heck was this? Shouldn't his attitude be submissive to someone with such low ability?

He looked at the young man beside him.

With his arms crossed, Young Master Wang was first a level 4 Qi Condensation cultivator. Normally, he was led by Chen Yu, but when he saw Chen Yu, he immediately understood.

"Brother Ling, please wait."

"Brother, you are a few years older than me, but your cultivation is not as outstanding as yours. I expect you to know this Fierce Tiger Fist like the back of your hand, so why don't you spar with me and let me have a look?"

Young Master Wang's tone was extremely arrogant, his words full of mockery.

This was clearly making things difficult for Ling Hao. Everyone present knew that Ling Hao was only at the second level of Qi Condensation. He would definitely be powerless to resist Young Master Wang.

More and more people began to watch the show.

"It's still early in the morning, what are you doing if you don't cultivate properly?" Bai Han said.

How could he not see who was making things difficult for Ling Hao?

"Instructor taught us that cultivation is more about practice than making a living in seclusion. This student also felt that it made sense. Seeing how full Brother Ling's aura is today, I believe he must have trained for a long time last night."

"I'm not free."

Ling Hao pushed away the hand that was in front of him.

However, Young Master Wang continued to stand in front of him and said with a sinister smile, "Brother Ling, why are you in such a hurry? We're just playing around."

"Scram."

Even if the clay figure was still a bit angry, Ling Hao was already a little impatient.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Ling, are you angry? But what's the use of getting angry? "

Li Mingxue, who was watching from the sidelines, revealed an expression of impatience. This was clearly insulting Ling Hao, even though they had distanced themselves from him, they were childhood sweethearts. How could she just sit back and watch?

Unexpectedly, what happened next stunned everyone.

Ling Hao indifferently said: "Sure, let me teach you what Fierce Tiger Fist is."