After Hong Yi left that day, he quietly returned to the home he nominally belonged to.
Just as he had expected, even though he hadn't come home for the New Year, no one in the entire Hong residence had cared.
It was as if he didn't exist at all.
Hong Yi wasn't upset about it. If anything, he was glad.
His master had taken him under his wing, and his progress in both the spirit and the Martial Dao was extraordinary.
If others discovered him, he would surely attract the covetous attention of his stepmother, Madam Zhao, and her faction. His father, Hong Xuanji, might even beat him severely. The spirit rice he had received from his master would probably be seized by Madam Zhao as well.
It was best to keep his abilities hidden.
However, after returning to the Hong residence, practicing martial arts didn't go as smoothly.
The White Emperor Golden Sovereign Slash his master had taught him was vast and imposing. When he practiced it, its power was like the might of heaven.
If he secretly practiced it in hiding, it might clash with the technique's martial intent, injure him, and hinder his cultivation.
Fortunately, the demon immortal Bai Ziyue took a liking to him and taught him quite a few martial arts techniques.
Besides, he still had Divine Soul Dao Arts to study.
So his cultivation wasn't delayed.
Before long, however, Hong Yi noticed dark clouds inexplicably gathering on the distant horizon.
Thunder began to build within them.
Even the spirit hidden within his body could faintly feel the power of the rolling thunder.
He couldn't practice Dao Arts now.
But more than being unable to practice Dao Arts, what worried Hong Yi was that the clouds were gathering in the direction of West Mountain.
Lightning