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Ling Hao walked along 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 heard of the rumors that came from the outside. After knowing the ins and outs of the matter, he felt even more that Ling Hao was trying to be strong for his face.

But you never thought that once you didn't make it through, it would become a topic of conversation for Psionic Flame Clan.

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 to rely on his family's monthly salary to live.

His father, Ling Changfeng, was a True Yang expert in the clan when he was young, and his True Yang was an entire stage above the Qi Condensation Realm.

This sudden turn of events caused him to fall down from the clouds into the mud pool, where Ling Changfeng spent his days 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 taken aback, and couldn't 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?

Ling Hao followed his memory and took out the herbs in his room. He poured hot water into the medicine jar and placed 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 went into the medicine jar.

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 closed the door shakily. He wanted to see what his son was doing.

Following his line of sight, Ling Hao's body emitted a rising mist, could it be that the medicinal bath was going to enter his body?

Ling Hao started to circulate the Qi in his Dantian as the threads of energy circulated around his body. The spirit energy in his meridians started to churn, causing the spirit grass's energy to fuse and 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.

"Reverse circulation of meridians?"

Ling Changfeng could not help but exclaim, his son's cultivation method was different from everyone else's. The Spirit Flame Method was the basis of the Psionic Flame Clan, and since ancient times, the clan's cultivator could only borrow the cultivation art to cultivate.

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?"

Ling Changfeng looked at his son's body which was surging with Qi, he stared at him intently, his breathing gradually becoming hurried.

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

He slowly stood up from the medicine bed, donned his clothes, and spat out a mouthful of white Qi. The stream of Qi flowed through the wooden door, and Ling Hao's eyes flashed like lightning, her long hair fluttered in the wind.

"Third level of Qi Condensation. This power is too weak. Logically speaking, my Ancient cultivation art should be multiplied by several times."

The [Nine Heavens Creation Scripture] was created by him. Gathering the laws of heaven and earth, covering all forms and patterns in the universe, it could be said to be the world's number one cultivation art.

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

Ling Changfeng realized that his son today was completely different from his usual self. He was normally extremely lazy, yet he was far from being 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 didn't know how to respond to Ling Changfeng's question. Could it be that he had to say 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 laughed bitterly. He did not know what to say at the moment, but he had never lied before.

Forget it, for the sake of their own safety.

"Father, last night, I had a dream. There was an old man riding a Cyan Bull who patted my head a few times. At that time, I only felt refreshed and then, I woke up with a five thousand word cultivation art in my mind."

Ling Changfeng could not sit still any longer, his eyes gradually turning red.

"The Divine Path?"

"Right, it must be!"

Ling Changfeng instantly sensed something, and shouted sternly: "This matter is something you know about me, by no means should you let a third person know about it!"

How could Ling Changfeng who was once in the True Yang Realm not know about the principle that possession of a treasure was a sin.

Then, he looked at Ling Hao with gratification in his eyes: "My child has finally grown up, I, your father will look forward to your growth."

As Ling Changfeng sat on the chair, besides being gratified, there was also regret hidden 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 faintly, as if he had detected his father's regret. This kind of cripple, with only refining a White Bone Bead, could make his father's right leg grow back again.

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 while about going to the Ash Wolf Mountain tomorrow, using the array formation to look for treasures to pick some herbs, then he could 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 pair chatted late into the night. Ever since Ling Changfeng became crippled, he had never been as happy as he was today.

Ling Hao had a doubt in his heart. Whenever his mother was mentioned, his father would 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 Psionic Flame Clan. Father told me that it would be a very, very long time before my mother returned because she was going out to play. As for how long it would be, I would like to ask, how long would it take?"

When Ling Changfeng heard his son's question, his eyes gradually darkened. 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, to Ling Changfeng, sounded extremely depressing.

Even if Ling Hao asked, he still wouldn't be able to get it.

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

The next morning, Ling Hao woke up from bed after a sleepless night, and felt the power in his veins more and more mellow.

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.

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

Passing the Psionic Flame Clan's Martial Arts Practice Field, he saw that the young boys and girls on the field were fighting with fists. He could tell at a glance that they were practicing Fierce Tiger Fists.

Li Mingxue was one of them. Originally, she, who was at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, did not need to practice with the others.

In Bai Han's opinion, with such talent, as well as painstaking training, it would be difficult even if the situation wasn't.

"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 looked at the rest of the people and sighed, the only people who were able to shine were Li Mingxue and Chen Yu, the rest were all green leaves.

Chen Yu smiled lightly, walked to the center of the stage and politely said: "Little 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 think so. Yesterday, Big Brother Chen Yu invited Li Mingxue to admire the flowers. Everyone knows about this matter.

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

Li Mingxue gazed at Ling Hao, accepted Chen Yu's bowl of water, took a sip, 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 clamorous discussion, coupled with the gazes that were looking over, made it seem as if Ling Hao did not hear them. He continued to walk forward as 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 looked at Ling Hao as he passed by and felt his indifference. He couldn't help but feel a sense of hostility in his heart.

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.

Young Master Wang, who was holding his arm, was first a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation. Usually, he was led by Chen Yu.

"Brother Ling, please wait."

"Big brother is a few years older than you, but your cultivation level is not as outstanding as yours. I imagine that you know this Fierce Tiger Fist as though you know it well.

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

This was obviously making things difficult for Ling Hao. Everyone present knew that Ling Hao was only at the second level of Qi Condensation, so he would definitely not be able to withstand 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 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 he was just a clay figurine, Ling Hao was already a little impatient.

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

Young Master Wang put on a face of "how can you stand me?".

This was clearly insulting Ling Hao. Even though she had alienated him now, she was still a childhood sweetheart, how could she sit back and watch? She immediately took large strides, preparing to step out and rescue him.

Unexpectedly, what happened next stunned everyone.

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