After checking Stone Pool Space and finding nothing had changed today, Yang Zhengshan took out a pot of spring water, turned, and went out to boil it.
Before his water had even come to a boil, a burst of shouting and yelling rose from the courtyard.
"Father, Father~~"
Yang Mingzhi shouted as he ran into the main hall.
"What is it?" Yang Zhengshan asked without even raising his head from his spring water.
"Father, I've become a Martial Artist!" Yang Mingzhi stood before him, wearing an expression that clearly begged for praise.
Yet Yang Zhengshan merely glanced at him and said two words.
"Not bad!"
"..."
Yang Mingzhi stared at him in stunned disbelief.
Not bad!
Just two words?
That was so perfunctory!
"Father, I've become a Martial Artist!" Yang Mingzhi felt that Yang Zhengshan might not have understood, so he said it again.
Yang Zhengshan impatiently waved his hand. "I know! Since you've become a Martial Artist, you can't slack off even more. Cultivate diligently from now on!"
Was Yang Mingzhi becoming a Martial Artist worth celebrating?
Of course it was.
But here was the problem: the Yang Family already had two Martial Artists, while Yang Family Village had four.
When Yang Mingcheng had become a Martial Artist, he had carried the title of the number one among the Yang Clan's younger generation. Thus, whether it was Yang Zhengxiang or the ordinary clansmen, everyone had been overjoyed and held a grand celebration.
Then came Yang Mingwu. When Yang Mingwu became a Martial Artist, the clan's reaction had been much calmer. First, there had been the crisis of the Hu Tribe entering the border, so no one had been in the mood to celebrate. Second, with Yang Mingcheng before him, Yang Mingwu becoming a Martial Artist had not seemed nearly