I'll Give You Time to Catch Up, Until You Can No Longer See Me from Afar

I'll Give You Time to Catch Up, Until You Can No Longer See Me from Afar

At that moment.

The way everyone looked at Chen Zhixing changed completely.

A Nine Ancient Marks Wielder!

Even across the entire Azure Profound Realm, such beings could be counted on one's fingers!

"As for what is to be done regarding Zhixing, there should be no need for me to repeat it a second time, correct?" Chen Daoyan said gravely.

Chen Tianliang nodded, then cast a sidelong glance at Chen Tianxiong.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What benefit would there be for me if word got out that Zhixing is a Nine Ancient Marks Wielder?" Chen Tianxiong shot Chen Tianliang an irritated look.

"Enough. Let us leave matters at that for today. I will inform the Ancestor about Zhixing being a Nine Ancient Marks Wielder. At the same time, I will find some excuse to explain away the phenomenon caused today."

"Tianliang, take this token. From now on, whenever Zhixing requires Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for cultivation, you may use it to collect them from the Treasure Pavilion. Zhixing and Zhaosheng will receive equal treatment."

Chen Daoyan stretched out a hand, a kindly smile on his face as he stroked Chen Zhixing's head. At last, he said:

"Child, grow up well. Grandfather will come see you again."

As his words fell.

Chen Daoyan turned around and, with a single step, shot toward the Chen Family's Back Mountain Forbidden Area.

"Big Brother, I will not keep you any longer."

Chen Tianliang smiled broadly at Chen Tianxiong and made a welcoming gesture toward the exit.

Seeing Chen Tianliang's smug, spring-breeze expression, Chen Tianxiong wanted nothing more than to plant a fist squarely on his face.

"Third Brother, a child's talent merely means that his starting point is higher. How far and how fast he can ultimately go cannot be decided by talent alone."

Chen Tianxiong took a deep breath, his expression gradually returning to calmness.

With that, he took the three-year-old Chen Zhaosheng beside him and turned to leave.

Before they departed.

Chen Zhaosheng remained silent as he gave Chen Zhixing, still wrapped in swaddling clothes, a deep look.

Somehow, he suddenly had a premonition.

In the future, he and the child in that swaddling cloth would form an indescribable bond.

After the two of them left.

The entire hall immediately fell silent.

Chen Tianliang, who had barely managed to keep himself composed earlier, instantly turned around with a face full of excitement, his brows dancing as he looked at Chen Zhixing in his swaddling clothes.

"Oh, my!"

"Good son! My precious eldest son!"

"You've brought your father so much glory this time! Hahahaha!"

Holding Chen Zhixing, he puckered his lips and narrowed his eyes, preparing to shower him with kisses.

"Your daddy truly did not spoil you for nothing! Hahaha!"

Chen Zhixing immediately shuddered in disgust. He hurriedly leaned backward and raised his little feet to block Chen Tianliang's stubbled face.

"You're his father. The child is still so young—don't frighten him." Ying Shuangshuang pushed Chen Tianliang away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Alright, alright, no kisses, no kisses. Daddy will reward you tonight by telling you the story of Golden Axe Silver Axe Iron Axe ten times. I guarantee you'll sleep well after listening to it." Chen Tianliang chuckled.

Chen Zhixing's face darkened.

In the full month since his birth, he had already heard that story ninety-eight times!

That did not even include the number of times he had heard it while still in his mother's womb.

Good. Very good.

He silently added another entry to the little ledger in his heart.

When he grew old, he would have to let him experience what it felt like to have the story of Golden Axe Silver Axe Iron Axe played by his bedside every single day.

Mm, one more thing—he would have to keep playing it until the old man was sick of it.

Then.

Chen Zhixing yawned, turned over, and wriggled into a comfortable position, preparing to sleep deeply.

He was fairly satisfied with today's outcome.

He could naturally have revealed ten Ancient Patterns today. Back when he had still been in his mother's womb, he had already cultivated the Innate Chaos Dao Body, and every blocked meridian and acupoint throughout his body had long since been opened.

But what meaning was there in that? It would only bring endless trouble upon himself and the entire Chen Family.

Some things needed moderation before one possessed the strength to protect oneself.

At the same time.

On a mountain path after leaving Chen Tianliang's family.

"Hmph. Who knew what kind of dogshit luck Chen Tianliang had stumbled into? He actually gave birth to a Nine Ancient Marks Wielder as well."

Chen Tianxiong walked with his hands behind his back, his face full of indignation.

He lowered his head and glanced at Chen Zhaosheng beside him, and his mood improved slightly.

Fortunately, his own son was also a Nine Ancient Marks Wielder—and he even possessed an Innate King's Diagram.

"Father, what exactly is the conflict between you and Third Uncle? Why do you target him at every turn?"

Chen Zhaosheng asked curiously.

His father was not actually a petty person. On the contrary, throughout the Cultivation World, countless people praised him as a mighty leader with the bearing to swallow mountains and rivers.

Otherwise, he would not have secured the foremost position among the Chen Family's Second Generation Disciples.

Yet he could not understand why his father seemed like an entirely different person whenever he saw Third Uncle.

All his scheming and restraint, even that composure of holding thunder in his chest while wearing the face of a tranquil lake, vanished completely.

"This..."

Chen Tianxiong opened his mouth at those words, but finally hesitated before saying, "Forget it. You are still young. Even if I told you certain things, you would not understand. I will tell you when you are older."

After a pause, Chen Tianxiong smiled faintly and continued:

"Zhaosheng, do not think too much about it either. In Father's heart, you are still the most gifted one. Your future achievements are destined to be immeasurable. They are absolutely not something that child Chen Zhixing can compare to."

"Whether he can compare or not is not something Father can decide just by saying so," Chen Zhaosheng suddenly said.

"Hm?" Chen Tianxiong froze. Then, as if he had thought of something, he hurriedly said with concern, "Zhaosheng, there is no need for you to feel discouraged. Even if Chen Zhixing has nine Ancient Patterns, he has merely barely caught up to you. Yet you have an Innate King's Diagram in addition to that. What does he have to compare with you?"

Before he could finish.

Chen Zhaosheng shook his head and calmly said, "Father, you misunderstand. I merely feel that if one person leaves all others in the dust, then looks back and cannot even see a single opponent, how dull would that be?"

He smiled.

"And if there is always an opponent exhausting himself in an unceasing effort to catch up, would that not be far more interesting?"

Chen Zhaosheng stopped walking. He looked back at Chen Tianliang's Mansion atop the mountain, his expression calm yet resolute as he said:

"Father, do you not wish to suppress Third Uncle's family?"

"I will help you achieve it."

He withdrew his gaze, leaving unspoken the words in his heart.

Little brother, I'll give you time to catch up, until you can no longer see me from afar.

I will not lose.

Chen Tianxiong's pupils contracted slightly at those words.

He looked at Chen Zhaosheng as though he wanted to say something, yet held himself back.

His child was mature to a frightening degree.

Time flew like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, two months passed.

Over those two months, with all manner of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures being refined into growth liquid for him every day, Chen Zhixing developed exceptionally well, seeming to take on a new appearance with each passing day.

Now.

Three-month-old Chen Zhixing had already grown over half a meter long. With his tiger-headed, tiger-brained appearance, he was especially lovable.

Yet compared to his physical development, the growth of his cultivation concerned Chen Zhixing even more.

My work on creating a cultivation method is only one final step away.

I need to study a vast number of cultivation techniques and find one that can serve as the primary framework for the method I create.

Once I successfully create it, I can officially begin cultivating.

And besides that, it would be far too wasteful to use my spiritual power solely for external release. It would be best if I could find a method to turn spiritual power into an offensive means.

Such methods are exceedingly rare, but as a long-lived aristocratic family, the Chen Family's Library Pavilion will definitely have them.

Chen Zhixing lay in a rocking chair, his brows constantly furrowing.

But being unable to speak and communicate is far too troublesome. The things are clearly there, yet I cannot obtain them.

No, I must find a suitable opportunity to start speaking.

Just as Chen Zhixing was lost in thought.

Creak.

The door was pushed open.

Chen Tianliang walked in with a chuckle and called out from afar:

"Good son!"

"Have you learned to call me Daddy today?"