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Ling Hao first visited Clan Chief Yang Wuyuan, but seeing that Yang Linglong was not around, only Yang Yue was present.

Naturally, the two of them drank wine first, and only returned late into the night. Returning back to his residence, Bai Ruoyun smelled the alcohol on Ling Hao and glared at him.

"Kid, you drink so much."

"Zhang Feng, help Hao'er sit down." Seeing that he was drunk, Bai Ruoyun immediately shouted for Ling Changfeng.

Ling Changfeng smiled slightly, supporting Ling Hao as he said: "Today, we have finally reunited at home, it is normal for us to drink a little."

When he woke up on the second day, Ling Hao felt a headache. Cultivators could use their True Essence to refine alcohol, but when he drank with Yang Yue yesterday, he did not do this.

The family had breakfast together, laughter, and beauty.

At this moment, Ling Hao had nothing else to do, sensing that the True Yang in his body was on the verge of a breakthrough, hence he did not put it to heart.

He carried the deck chair to the center of the courtyard and lay down on it. The morning sun shone with a warm glow.

"You really know how to enjoy yourself so early in the morning." Bai Ruoyun carried Ling Changfeng as he walked out. When he saw his son's appearance, he said in a pampering tone.

"Mom, I want to secretly be lazy. I'm not going to cultivate today."

"Yes, do not be impatient with your training." Bai Ruoyun was also a cultivator of the True Yang, only at the first stage.

"I have two cultivation art s, one for Father and one for Mother."

Ling Hao took out two books from the Cosmic Bag s. These were books from the ancient era, the cultivation art of Fairy Snow Moon and the Thousand Wars Immortal. On that day, he killed two people and obtained their legacy.

In the future, he would go to more places. If his parents didn't have a foundation, it would be hard for him to protect them.

As the saying goes, it was better to give people fish than to give them fish.

Ling Changfeng took it, and felt speechless. Ever since that bet between Ling Hao and's teacher, in these few months, his son could be said to have been reborn, become number one, and kill Chen Zongyang who had been famous for many years. What was even more shocking was that he had brought back white clouds from the Bai Clan.

As the two flipped open their books, they only felt that it was difficult to understand. They followed Ling Hao's explanation, and this time they slightly comprehended a little.

Who wrote this book?

Could it be Ling Hao?

Despite their doubts, the couple did not probe further. Regardless of what he became, he was still their son, and this was sufficient.

Until noon, Ling Hao ate his meal and rode his flying sword towards the academy. After leaving for half a month, it was time to visit the academy.

Several guards stopped in front of the door and knelt down to welcome him.

Now, his prestige was on par with the Hall Master.

The matter of the Moro who was crippled to provoke Zhou Cheng had a huge impact on the disciples of the academy. Ling Hao had also become a signature character.

Along the way, the disciples who met Ling Hao greeted him.

The group of young girls screamed incessantly.

"Alright, Ling Hao, you are a big shot now." Yang Linglong was originally walking, but she suddenly heard the screams from the surroundings. Turning her head to take a look, she realized that Ling Hao had returned, and was striding towards the white-clothed youth.

After half a month of not seeing him, his cultivation level seemed to have grown even deeper.

Looking at the youth's handsome face, her little face reddened slightly.

This scene made the surrounding disciples' eyes turn red with envy.

Yang Linglong's identity was known to everyone. If the Patriarch's granddaughter were to marry, her future would simply be smooth sailing.

"I just got back. Nothing happened recently, right?"

Ling Hao raised his head and looked over.

It was still a long purple dress, with creamy cheeks, bright eyes, and long eyelashes.

A devastatingly beautiful appearance.

"Let's go see Hall Master. Something has happened recently." Hearing that, Yang Linglong looked at Ling Hao with a hint of worry, causing the latter to be surprised.

Could something big have happened?

The two of them followed the path and headed toward the Vermillion Bird Hall.

Inside the Vermillion Bird Hall.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master sat upright.

"You're finally back."

"What's the matter?"

Ling Hao entered and asked.

Vermillion Bird Hall Master crossed his arms behind his back.

"If you didn't come back today, I'm afraid you would have missed this adventure."

"Adventure?" Ling Hao asked.

"The Moro, the Golden Carp race, and my Psionic Flame Clan will lead the disciples of the three clans to the Demonic Heart Forest every ten years. This Demonic Heart Forest is the home of an ancient senior of the Demons, because it has been abandoned for a long time and turned into ruins."