C12

"I want to borrow the clan's Dragon Tiger's Soul Art!"

Xiao Jian was very blunt, but the way he looked at Xiao Jian became more and more strange.

"You brat, you can't cultivate it, so what do you need the Dragon Tiger's Soul Art for?"

"Of course I'm training. I'm your son, the direct descendant of the family head. I should be qualified to cultivate, right?"

Sensing that Xiao Qian's gaze was a little strange, Xiao Jiu came up with an excuse that didn't sound that strange.

"Without Xuan Qi, how can I cultivate?"

Xiao Qian asked again.

In any case, I have a way to cultivate. The reason my father has traveled the entire Divine Burial Forest all these years is to let me walk the path of cultivation. Right now, I have discovered a method that might be feasible.

It was very easy for Xiao Jiu to find the crux of the problem. This was also the problem that Xiao Qian cared about the most. If his own son could cultivate, he believed that his son would definitely be a dragon and phoenix among men.

Although Xiao Jiu could not cultivate, he had experienced that set of cultivation theories. Even when he was training, he had obtained many useful suggestions from Xiao Jiu.

He had been able to improve by leaps and bounds in these past few years, and Xiao Jiu's theoretical guidance had actually contributed a certain amount to his efforts.

After hearing Xiao Jiu's words, Xiao Qian pondered for a moment before saying, "It's not impossible for me to give it to you, but you have to answer a question!"

"Father, do you want to know how I defeated Xiao Ling and Xiao Shen today?"

Without even thinking about it, Xiao Jiu asked. This was definitely the problem that his father was most concerned about right now.

"Un, this is one of the questions. Try to answer it!"

Xiao Qian glanced at Xiao Jiu and said meaningfully. Hearing this, Xiao Jiu felt another headache. His own father was not as easy to fool as Xiao Yu'er. This time, he had to think of a decent reason.

"Why? Is that a difficult question to answer?"

Xiao Qian looked at Xiao Jiu with a faint smile.

"Then let's change the question. What's with Mu Qingxue? How did you tame this little girl? Also, are you really the old man who guided the Mu family? "

Seeing Xiao Jiu's troubled expression, Xiao Qian did not pursue the matter and changed the topic. Even if he continued to ask such a question, there would be no end to it.

Everyone had their own secrets. Although he was curious, he didn't want to force his son too much.

"That's simple. Mu Qingxue has always had a good relationship with me since she was young. She's not the kind of person who forgets everything. That's why she helped me …"

Hearing Xiao Qian jump over a question, Xiao Jiu's heart relaxed. Upon hearing the second question, he began to torrent the topic.

"Stop, I've skipped over this question too! Next question, have you ever given guidance to the Mu family's old man? "

Xiao Qian was speechless. This brat was speaking the truth, and he was also very helpless. It was obviously the opening words to start deceiving people.

"I can't say for sure. It's just that five years ago, I went on a spring tour and discussed the problem of cultivation with that old fogey. This old fogey has comprehended something, meditated for two years, and then broke through three years ago!"

Xiao Jiu had come as a matter of fact. Although he was the number one assassin who had experienced the world, it was impossible for him to display the character and arrogance of a killer in front of his father.

All these years, Xiao Jiu had been like this since he was born. Who allowed him to be reborn into someone else's son?

"Who is that black-masked old man today?"

This question was very technical. It wasn't because you knew who the black-masked old man was, but because you wanted to know who he was.

It was obvious that he was being presumptuous. By default, Xiao Chen knew who that old man was. As expected, the older, the wiser.

"How would I know? If you want to know, you can ask Mu Qingxue!"

This time around, he was very honest. Although he had seen through a few things and guessed a little in his heart, strictly speaking, he really did not know who that old fellow was today.

"Hmph …" "You little brat!"

Xiao Qian glanced at Xiao Jiu in annoyance.

"Is there anything else father would like to ask?"

Xiao Jiu asked, appearing as if he was dead and unafraid of boiling water.

"No, take it!"

Suddenly, an ice-blue colored profound energy exploded in Xiao Qian's hand. A scroll appeared in his hand, and he tossed it to Xiao Jiu.

"Hehe …" "Thank you, Father!"

With a single glance, Xiao Jiu could tell that this was the Xiao Clan's most high-grade Qi Method, the middle grade Profound Rank Qi Method, Dragon Tiger Ice Spirit Art. After obtaining the Dragon and Tiger Ice Spirit Art, Xiao Jiu was clearly in a good mood and was about to leave.

"Wait, I have a few more things I need to ask of you!"

Seeing that Xiao Jiu was about to leave, Xiao Qian suddenly asked. Although he was very satisfied with his son's extraordinary display in the conference hall today and was very confused, doubts were not the most important thing.

Everyone had their own secrets. It was very normal for his own son to have some. He was unwilling to say it, and he wouldn't force himself.

"What else does father want?"

Xiao Jiu turned around and asked.

"There is still one more month before the clan's coming of age ceremony. In other words, there is only one more month before you officially become an adult. In the coming of age ceremony, if your cultivation cannot reach the seventh level of Qi Refining, then it will be a little difficult to keep you here! "

Xiao Qian looked at Xiao Jiu with a trace of helplessness in his eyes. Although his own son had shown great power today, even he could not explain why Xiao Jiu was so strong.

In this world, it was true that the strong were respected. However, Xiao Jian did not emit any profound energy fluctuations. His "strength" was hard to believe. More importantly, when the time came, these old bones of the Xiao family would definitely think of a way to make things difficult for the father and son pair.

Even though he was the head of the family, the Xiao family wasn't his only words.

Not to mention that the elders were already dissatisfied with him. His second and third brother had long since been eyeing this position of the family head covetously. They had only been waiting for an opportunity to force him down.

Because of Xiao Chen's domineering performance, they were defeated. However, Xiao Qian believed that this would not be the last time.

"Rest assured Father, I understand your difficulties!" However, it is also impossible to reach the seventh level of Qi Refining in one month! "

Xiao Jiu was very direct. He agreed with Xiao Jian's words very much, and agreed with them in his heart, but he was also very helpless.

It was obviously impossible to reach the seventh level of Qi Refinement in one month.

"You're right, so your father is in a difficult position on this matter. However, no matter what, even if I don't become the head of the family when the time comes, I will still let you stay in the Xiao family. "

Xiao Qian nodded. It wasn't that he didn't care about Xiao Chen's feelings; he was just speaking the truth. To be able to advance from nothing in a month to the seventh level of Qi Refining was something that had never happened even in the legends.

"Rest assured Father, I will not make things difficult for you!"

Towards his father's concern for him, Xiao Jiu's heart warmed as he replied with a faint smile.

"By the way, how is Mother recently?"

Before Xiao Qian could say anything, Xiao Jiu spoke up.

"It's still the same. Including this year, your mother has been in a coma for three years!"

As he spoke of Xiao Jiu's mother, Xiao Qian's brow creased. In between his brows, there was a trace of helplessness as he sighed.

"It's still the same. It's still considered good. Mother's condition is always better than consciousness. "After a period of time, once I condense my pill, I will be able to help mother cure her disease."

She once again thought of that gentle woman, her own mother, the person who had doted on her the most since she was young. Unfortunately, over the past decade, her heart had suffered damage to her meridians, causing her to fall ill irregularly.

Three years ago, he fell into a coma and was unable to wake up.

Although he had a way to cure his mother's sickness, it was a pity that he had no cultivation at all at all at that time, and was completely incapable of doing anything. If he wanted to cure the hidden danger of his mother's damaged heart meridian, then his cultivation would have to at least rise to the Core Formation Stage.

"Core Formation Stage?" Hearing this, Xiao Qian frowned and shook his head, "Jian`er, father knows that you are comforting father that your mother has been severely injured by an expert of the Shi family. In these past few years, I have traveled through the depths of the Ancient God's Tomb, but I still haven't found a way to cure your mother.

When he mentioned the Shi family, Xiao Qian's eyes were filled with hatred.

"Ten years ago, the Shi family had a Third Stage Pei-Yuan Dan Bead that was just right for you to open your meridians, and it could help you on the path of cultivation. When your mother heard the news and came to ask to buy, the Shi family deliberately made things difficult for her. They wanted your mother to receive three palm strikes from one of the ancestors of the Shi family. For the next 10 years, his cultivation had regressed, his illness had repeatedly flared up, and it was better to die than to live!

Even though your mother is unconscious, compared to her waking life, life and death is better. I would rather see her unconscious like this so that she doesn't have to suffer so much!

After your mother received three palm strikes, although she got the Third Stage Pei-Yuan Dan, the Shi family secretly sent people to take it back. After that, the Xiao family's strength was severely injured. If it wasn't for the fact that her mother was severely injured at that time, her current strength would have already been on par with her father. If the Xiao Clan had a Martial Disciple as powerful as their father, how could the Shi Clan dare to be called the number one clan in the Cyanwood City? "

Xiao Qian's eyebrows furrowed. Seeing Xiao Jiu's actions, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a knife. The eyes of the seven foot tall man actually turned red. In his eyes, there was helplessness, unwillingness, and heartache. How could he not feel pain in his heart when the person he loved was being tortured like this?

But so what if it hurt? The Shi family was powerful, so he couldn't gamble the entire Xiao family.

"Your child understands that your mother is naturally intelligent and that she has a sense of timing. "If you didn't love me so much, you wouldn't have asked the Shi family for it, and you wouldn't have agreed to their request."

Xiao Jiu's gaze drifted off into the distance, as if he were recalling something. However, a trace of ice-cold killing intent was already flickering in his eyes.

He had never forgotten the Shi family.

"It's good that you understand. Therefore, regardless of whether you can cultivate or not, you have to be a good person. Otherwise, you'll be letting down your mother's hard work!"

Xiao Qian walked over, patted Xiao Jiu's shoulder, and said.

"Your son understands. Don't worry, father. If Xiao Chen doesn't die, we will wipe out the Shi family!"

Xiao Chen took a step back and said with a serious expression. Seeing Xiao Jiu's appearance, if it were not for the fact that Xiao Jiu was unable to cultivate, he really would have believed it.

"It's good that you have this intention. The Shi family is powerful, you must not act rashly!"

Hearing Xiao Jiu's words, Xiao Qian said in a serious tone. He understood his son's personality, so he would always keep his word.

"Don't worry, Father. I know what I'm doing." "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first!"

Xiao Jiu clasped his hands at Xiao Qian again and said.

"En, you can go now!"

Hearing this, Xiao Qian no longer urged Xiao Jiu to stay. Instead, he sat at the study table and slowly closed his eyes. It was as if the memories from earlier had hurt him greatly.