At Father Yang's words, Yang Zishi's little face flushed crimson.
Yang Ziqing, however, said doubtfully, "That seems unlikely. Master is a Nascent Soul Cultivator, after all. Women are his for the taking, even Foundation Establishment or Golden Core Cultivators. My younger sister may be lovely, but she isn't a cultivator."
Father Yang also thought it unlikely. With an awkward smile, he said, "Perhaps I sensed it wrong. Now that you've succeeded in Foundation Establishment, just focus on serving that senior well. Don't worry about anything at home. There's no hope left for me. The Yang Family's future rests on you."
Having a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the family was an extraordinary event. He absolutely could not hold his son back.
Yang Ziqing pondered for a while, glanced at his younger sister, and said to his father, "There's still hope. Father, don't give up on cultivating. Now that your injuries can heal, if you 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 Pill outright, afraid that word might leak and bring disaster.
He understood deeply how desperately Qi Condensation cultivators coveted Foundation Establishment Pills. No rules could restrain them.
A gleam flashed through Father Yang's eyes.
He knew his son's temperament. His son would never say anything he had no confidence in, and this rekindled ambitions that had lain extinguished for years.
Chen Lin returned to his cave residence. When Yang Ziqing came over the next day, he selected a superior cultivation technique for him and gave him some pills and treasures. Then he had him gather the other subordinates to help inquire about acacia grass.
He also went out to make inquiries himself, while looking for other potential subordinates.
One day,