C6

Chen Yu felt her face becoming hot, under anger, she was preparing to use her Qi to resist, but facing the profound cultivation level of these two servants, she decided to endure, after all, being able to take less of attacks was a happy thing.

These two girls' cultivation level were probably at the True Yang Realm.

Endure the calm for a while, and then take a step back. Today, Chen Yu finally understood the meaning of these two sentences.

Yang Linglong lifted her hair and laughed: "Xiao Cui, Xiao Hong, the more you two practice, the more rhythmic your slaps become, 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.

Hearing these discussions, Yang Linglong could not help but bend down and giggle.

"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, together with her two maids, exited the training grounds with their chests puffed out. Those who did not know what was going on would think that the general had won and gone home.

Ling Hao's room.

"Dad, listen to me."

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

Ling Changfeng looked at his son excitedly.

Really?

His throat was rolling, his eyes eager.

"Give it to me."

Ling Changfeng thought, even if the child was lying to him, he had to try.

After all, there was only this sliver of hope. He couldn't give up.

He had just swallowed the Pills and could only feel the heat rising from his body.

Ling Hao waited outside the door for nearly an hour.

"Hao'er!"

Ling Changfeng shouted excitedly as he quickly stood up and pushed open the door. A man in his forties was crying.

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 snickered.

"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.

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

Ling Hao obviously did not need any sword technique, he had millions of cultivation art in his head. But seeing how happy his father was today, he had to pretend even if it was just a show.

The father and son duo walked side by side to the center of the yard.

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

Ling Hao understood in his heart, he only needed to look at these lower tier martial arts once before remembering them.

"Watch carefully!"

Ling Changfeng's sword techniques were graceful, sometimes it was like thunder, sometimes it was like soft rain.

In a few breaths, Ling Hao had already understood everything as if they were his palm.

"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 the longsword and displayed a set of sword technique like flowing water.

Ling Changfeng praised him endlessly.

"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 replied, he thought to himself, the Cloud Piercing Sword Art is extremely simple, it cannot be compared to the vast sword arts that I have learnt before.

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 fully mastered this sword technique.

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

The Pills was like a body, and was much more comfortable than a medicinal bath. After all, the Pills was a concentrated spirit source, but the spirit 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 exceptionally hot.

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.

Early morning on the second day, the Ling Hao who had an extraordinary expression opened the door.

He was shocked when he saw that his father had fallen asleep outside the door. Ling Hao's heart surged with warmth. Since the 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 awoken by the sound and immediately asked his son.