Battle Soul Cultivation

In the courtyard, several beautiful maidservants surrounded a sturdy little child, laughing and playing with him.

This child was Qiu Fangzheng.

Though he was only four months old, he was as solidly built as a child of two or three.

Unusually nimble and able to run like the wind, his bright, ringing giggles were nothing like those of an infant his age.

Whoosh—

Cool lake breezes swept past in waves, carrying the distant sound of surf crashing against the shore.

Mixed with the laughter of the child and maidservants in the courtyard, it made everything seem so tranquil and peaceful.

It was as though all the turmoil of the world had been completely shut out by the boundless mist.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~ Brother Zhang, this little brother from your previous life is truly no ordinary child."

In the pavilion not far away, Lian Shanyu—a handsome young man with a sunny disposition, though his eyes carried the weight of many years—held a wine cup and smiled at Zhang Sanxian across from him.

"He neither cries nor fusses, eats and sleeps well, and grows at the sight of the wind. More importantly, look at these bones and sinews—he is extraordinarily gifted, with an inner radiance hidden within him. He is simply a martial arts seedling born by heaven itself. His future accomplishments are likely beyond measure."

Zhang Sanxian sat leisurely at the table, his deathly pale eyes fixed on Qiu Fangzheng playing in the courtyard. His expression remained calm as he nodded without a word.

Lian Shanyu shook his head with another smile, his tone carrying a trace of teasing and even deeper admiration. "Come to think of it, you, a Martial Arts Myth, really know how to hide away and enjoy your peace and quiet.

"Perhaps you do not know it