Evening.
After spending the entire day cultivating in seclusion at home, Xia Ping let out a breath and opened his eyes, a glint flashing in them. The air around him trembled, and faint roars of tigers and leopards seemed to rumble.
Bam!
He stood up and threw a punch into empty space. Powerful force surged up from his feet in waves, immediately unleashing a burst of air and displaying terrifying destructive power.
"Finally, it's stable."
Xia Ping breathed out and smiled faintly. After a day of seclusion, he had finally stabilized the true energy in his body. He even felt that his martial arts cultivation had improved a little.
Gurgle, gurgle~
He rubbed his stomach. After cultivating all day, he was starting to feel hungry. With a push, he opened the bedroom door and stepped out, only to find that his parents still hadn't returned.
His father was probably still working at a government office, while his mother must have gone out to set up her stall.
Thinking of this, Xia Ping felt a rush of warmth. It was because of his parents that he always had enough to eat and never had to sleep rough, allowing him to grow up healthy.
Although his family wasn't very wealthy, it was warm and loving. He really liked that cozy atmosphere.
"My writing royalties should arrive soon." Xia Ping clenched his fist and smiled. "When they do, I'll pay off the remaining thirty years on this house. I might even be able to move into a bigger place and eat monster meat at every meal."
"But if I suddenly take out such a huge sum of money, I'll definitely give Mom and Dad a shock."
At the thought, he smiled. He could already imagine the surprised, disbelieving looks on his parents' faces