"Yang Jian, hurry up! How are you going to protect your sister in the future if you're this useless? And you, Yang Jiao—don't you dare laugh! No one is better at slacking off than you!"
"Damn, you can't even handle this? How are you supposed to become a god through the Investiture of the Gods? How are you going to help your uncle? Keep resisting with everything you've got!!"
"Yang Chan, don't laugh either. I told you to cultivate properly, but you refused and insisted on coming to watch your two brothers temper their bodies. Do you believe I'll go tell your mother right now?"
At the Peak of Mount Tai, several voices could be heard from afar.
A closer look revealed two children of only a few years old frantically enduring the scorching of Solar True Fire and Lunar True Fire, as well as the hammering of ten-thousand-year cold iron...
Nearby, a two-year-old little girl covered her mouth and secretly giggled as she watched her two brothers suffer.
"As the saying goes, cultivation has to start young. How are you two going to help your uncle, the Great Heavenly Venerable, in the future if you're this weak?" Yu Di released Lunar True Fire to scorch Yang Jiao as he said, "Yang Jiao, if your cultivation isn't enough, make up for it with your physical body. When the time comes, taking down a minor Daluo with one punch will be easy."
Yang Jiao: ...
Master, are you even speaking human language? I'm only eight years old! You burn me with Sun and Moon True Fire every day—are you really my biological father?
"Yang Jian, you're the same!" True Lord Yu Ding had also been led astray by this bunch of ridiculous group members over the years...
He had even