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At Father Yang's words, Yang Zishi's little face instantly flushed crimson.

Yang Ziqing, however, said doubtfully, "That seems unlikely, doesn't it? Master is a Nascent Soul Cultivator, after all. Women would be his for the asking, even Foundation Establishment or Golden Core Cultivators. My sister has her merits, but she isn't a cultivator."

Father Yang also felt it was unlikely. He gave an embarrassed smile. "Perhaps I sensed it wrong. Now that you've reached Foundation Establishment, just focus on maintaining your relationship with that senior. Don't worry about anything at home. There's little hope left for me. The Yang Family's future rests on you."

Having a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the family was a momentous event. He absolutely could not hold his son back.

Yang Ziqing pondered for a while, then glanced at his sister and said to his father, "There is still hope. Father, don't give up cultivating. Now that your injuries can heal, if you can reach the late stage of Qi Condensation, I can help you obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill."

He did not dare take out the remaining Foundation Establishment Pills outright, afraid that word might leak out and invite disaster.

He understood all too well how desperately Qi Condensation cultivators craved Foundation Establishment Pills. No rules could restrain them.

A sharp gleam flashed through Father Yang's eyes.

He knew his son's character. The boy would never say anything he was not confident of, and that rekindled ambitions he had extinguished many years ago.

Chen Lin returned to his immortal cave. When Yang Ziqing came the next day, he selected a superior cultivation technique for him and gave him some pills and treasures. Then he told him to gather his other subordinates and help investigate any leads on acacia grass.

He also went out to