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Chen Yu felt his face turn hot and dry. Angry, he prepared to circulate his true energy to resist. However, facing the two maids' profound cultivations, he had to endure it. After all, it was a happy thing to be able to take less of a beating.

These two girls were probably at the True Sun realm.

Chen Yu finally understood the meaning of those two lines today as he endured the calm and took a step back.

Yang Linglong lifted up her black hair and laughed: "Little Cui, Little Red, your two little palms are getting more rhythmic the more you practice. Well done, let's go."

"Wow, this witch, you didn't hear what she said. The more you practice, the more rhythmic it becomes. How many people were harmed?"

"Can you not speak? Can you not speak so loudly? I don't want to be beaten. I still want to get married."

The two maids stared speechlessly at the two youngsters talking to each other. Our young mistress isn't eating people after being frightened by you two.

Listening to this discussion, Yang Linglong couldn't help bending down and giggling.

"Cui'er, Hong'er, did you hear what the two of them said? Hmph, the witch is too bold. In the future, I will be the witch. "

The witch Yang Linglong brought her two maids and left the martial arts training field with puffed out chests. Anyone who didn't know this would think that the general had returned home after winning the battle.

In Ling Hao's room.

"Dad, listen to me."

"As long as you eat this pill, your right leg will be perfectly fine."

Ling Changfeng looked excitedly at his son.

Really?

His throat was rolling, his eyes eager.

"Give it to me."

Ling Changfeng thought to himself, even if the child was lying to him, he still had to give it a try.

As soon as he swallowed the pill, he could only feel the heat rising in his body as he quickly started refining the pill.

Ling Hao waited outside the door for nearly an hour.

"Hao'er!"

Ling Changfeng shouted in excitement as he swiftly stood up and pushed open the door. He was a man in his forties, and tears were flowing down his face.

No one knew how difficult it had been for him to drag the child along by himself all these years. He even had to listen to the ridicule from the outside world.

This time, he stood up. In the future, if his child was bullied, he could return it! He didn't give up on himself just because he was addicted to alcohol!

"What a pleasant surprise, my Hao'er."

"Father has his ways." Ling Hao chuckled.

"You brat, forget it. Everyone has their own secrets, so it's safer if I don't ask."

Ling Changfeng was brimming with energy and vitality. He could finally cultivate now.

"Let's go, I'll teach you how to practice the sword."

Naturally, Ling Hao didn't need any sword skills. He had a myriad of cultivation techniques hidden in his mind, but seeing how happy his father was today, he had to pretend even if it was just to pretend.

"Hao'er, you are at the 3rd level of the Qi Condensation stage, so I can only teach you the Cloud Piercing Sword Technique."

Ling Hao understood it in his heart. He only needed to read through these inferior techniques once to remember them.

"Watch carefully!"

Ling Changfeng's sword technique was graceful, sometimes it was like the rumbling of thunder, and other times it was soft and gentle like drizzling rain.

"You have to diligently learn every single move. The highest sword move is' No sword wins a sword, 'which is known as the sword faction, sword master. Unfortunately, your father was unable to comprehend sword intent, and I hope you will be able to comprehend it in your lifetime."

Ling Hao picked up his longsword and displayed a set of swordplay that was as smooth as flowing water.

Ling Changfeng couldn't help but praise him.

"If I wasn't your father, I wouldn't dare believe that this is the first time you've practiced the Cloud Piercing Sword Art."

"Good boy, train harder!"

Ling Hao responded, thinking to himself, this Cloud Piercing Sword Art is extremely simple, and is difficult to compare with the vast sword art I have cultivated.

This thing called sword intent could not be revealed. If he had sword intent right after he started practicing sword arts, how could his father endure this?

In the entire morning, Ling Hao had practiced this sword art to the point where it was almost perfect.

After lunch, he sat on his bed, intending to breakthrough to the 4th level of Qi Condensation. With a pill like the Qi Condensation Powder, it was easy.

Pills like the body were much more comfortable than medicinal baths. After all, pills were a concentrated source of spirit energy, while medicinal herbs needed to directly invade the body.

Qi Condensation. As the name implies, it absorbs the spiritual energy of the world into its body.

An entire afternoon passed, and Ling Hao only felt that his body was abnormally hot and dry.

Ling Changfeng looked worriedly at Ling Hao's room. There were several times when he could not help but open the door.

However, thinking about his son's warning not to enter, it made sense. If he were to enter and disturb the other party while he was cultivating, his meridians might become disordered, causing him to go berserk.

The night passed.

The next morning, the extraordinarily energetic Ling Hao pushed open the door.

He was shocked when he saw that his father had fallen asleep outside the door. A warm feeling surged out from Ling Hao's heart. Since ancient times, he had never had a parent, nor had he ever experienced a parent's love.

He had spent thousands of years in the forest, training and closing his eyes.

In this life, he decided to experience the coldness and warmth of the human world. He didn't want to be the exalted Emperor; he only wanted to be someone with seven emotions and six desires.

"Hao'er, how was it?"

Ling Changfeng was jolted awake by the sound of the door opening. When he saw his son, he hurriedly asked.