Mountain-Suppressing Yellow, Murphy's Law!

Mountain-Suppressing Yellow, Murphy's Law! Du Chun took a deep breath.

He suppressed the ecstasy that threatened to overflow.

He turned around, his expression solemn as he looked at his son-in-law, Chen Kefa.

"Kefa, you are busy with official duties and have no time to spare."

"I think... once little Yan grows a bit older and can run and jump, you should send him to me. I will raise him myself."

Chen Kefa exchanged a glance with his wife, Du Qionghua, and both saw the flicker of interest in each other's eyes.

Having the old man raise him personally was indeed the most secure arrangement at the moment.

Du Chun was a genuine Tier 6 professional martial artist, a renowned figure in Jiang City back in the day, known by the moniker "Mountain-Suppressing Yellow"!

His family's Du Family Yellow Fist was peerlessly fierce and domineering!

Countless people had once broken their necks trying to get their children into his Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall, hoping to learn even a shred of his true teachings.

But the winds of fate are unpredictable...

Later, during an operation to repel a massive beast tide...

To cover the retreat of the civilians, the old man was ambushed from behind by an extremely cunning Tier 4 beast. Although he fought to the death to kill it, he sustained internal injuries that could never be fully healed.

With sixty or seventy percent of his strength gone, he gradually faded from the public eye.

But a lean camel is still bigger than a horse!

Even if his strength was not what it once was, his lingering prestige remained!

With this once-formidable old man holding down the fort, the usual petty villains wouldn't even dare to approach.

"Dad, this... wouldn't it be too tiring for you?"

Du Qionghua was still hesitant, worried about her father's health.

"It is settled."

Du Chun waved his hand, his tone iron-clad and decisive, brooking no argument.

Meanwhile, in a warm corner of the living room.

Liu Xin was chatting with the Du family matriarch, Wang Jun, her gaze soft as she watched Du Shenyuan playing with the two little ones on the carpet.

As Du Qionghua's long-time best friend, Liu Xin had long since become as familiar with the Du family as one of their own.

On the soft carpet, Yu Qingmeng and Chen Yan lay side by side, clutching the art supplies their uncle Du Shenyuan had brought, coloring with intense focus.

[You are practicing painting, skill "Image Projection Scroll" proficiency +5!]

[You are practicing painting, skill "Image Projection Scroll" proficiency +5!]

A slight ripple stirred in Chen Yan's heart.

In the past, using ordinary paper and pens, a full drawing would only grant at most 1 point of proficiency.

But now, using his uncle's birthday gift to paint, the proficiency was skyrocketing!

"Little Yan, how is it? Are the new brushes and oil paints Uncle gave you easy to use?"

Du Shenyuan squatted down with a smile, looking the two little ones in the eye.

He was quite the handsome man himself!

Both he and his sister had inherited their mother Wang Jun's striking features.

His brows were sharp, his temperament gentle.

"I had to pull strings with a friend working in a mercenary group to get my hands on these good things."

Du Shenyuan explained patiently, his tone tinged with pride.

"These oil paints are specially made from the fresh blood of a Tier 1 'Crimson Flame Porcupine,' mixed with several types of mineral powders containing faint traces of origin energy."

"The bristles of these brushes are crafted from the most flexible and agile hairs from the tail tip of a 'Three-Eyed Wind Wolf'."

Hearing this, a flash of realization crossed Chen Yan's eyes.

So that was it!

Perhaps... using high-level materials infused with energy could drastically increase the efficiency of gaining proficiency!

He subconsciously glanced at his skill panel, visible only to him.

Ever since all his core skills had broken through to the [Mastery] level, every ability had undergone a qualitative change.

[Qi Nurturing Foundation Art] operated on its own day and night; the efficiency and purity of circulating blood and energy were far beyond what they were at [Minor Success]!

With every cycle, he could clearly feel his limbs and bones greedily absorbing energy, undergoing subtle but continuous strengthening.

[Godly Movement] brought not just speed, but a micro-level control over his own muscles, bones, and center of gravity; his maneuvers within a square inch had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

And [Shadow Concealment] had evolved from simply lowering his presence to actively simulating the light, shadow, and aura fluctuations of his surroundings, blending into the background almost perfectly.

Of course, with everyone watching, Chen Yan naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to inject his mental energy into the painting.

Therefore, to everyone else, he was simply using high-end art supplies to draw a remarkably lifelike... Peppa Pig.

"Oh my, our little Yan draws so well!" Grandmother Wang Jun praised with a smile. "Little Meng's drawing is lovely too, the colors are matched so beautifully."

"And she's grown up to be so pretty; she'll definitely be a great beauty when she grows up!"

Liu Xin hugged her daughter and laughed happily upon hearing this.

Everyone erupted into another round of good-natured laughter.

Chen Yan turned his head calmly and cast a glance at Yu Qingmeng beside him.

The little girl's skin was so fair it was almost translucent, and her large eyes flickered like black grapes soaked in water.

With a delicate nose and pink, tender lips, she was truly a beautiful seed of a woman.

Given these looks, if she were in his past life, she would undoubtedly be a top-tier child star who had been beautiful from birth.

It was just a pity...

Despite being so pleasing to the eye, inside she was a tireless little troublemaking Devil King who couldn't sit still for a single moment!

When Yu Qingmeng first arrived, she had been shy around the crowd, hiding behind her mother Liu Xin and only peeking out with half her head to observe.

Later, once she became engrossed in drawing, that bit of reserve was thrown to the winds, and her courage grew.

At this moment, she was actually following Chen Yan, calling out to Wang Jun and Du Shenyuan in a milky voice: "Grandma! Uncle!"

Chen Yan couldn't help but glance at her again.

This little girl really had no sense of boundaries at all.

Those are my grandmother and uncle; why are you following along and calling them that?

"Eh?" Wang Jun looked at the two little ones lying side by side and suddenly seemed to discover something, saying with slight surprise, "Little Yan is growing quite sturdily; he looks even a bit taller than Qingmeng."

"That's true," Liu Xin also smiled and patted her daughter's head. "Qingmeng is already a year and a half old, yet she's half a head shorter than one-year-old little brother Yan."

"That's why she always likes to chase after little Yan and call him 'Big Brother'."

The warm and lively birthday banquet eventually had to come to an end.

As the night deepened, the grandfather's family rose to take their leave.

For an ordinary family, with the frequent supernatural incidents in Jiang City lately, they would hardly dare to step out at night.

But for Du Chun, who was once known as the "Mountain-Suppressing Yellow," such minor evil spirits were nothing to fear.

Chen Yan even guessed that his grandfather might only need to release a trace of the vast, surging blood energy tempered through countless battles, and that supreme, masculine pressure would be enough to make those dark, filthy spirits afraid to approach, or even scatter their souls into nothingness.

In the following days, Chen Yan began his grand project of practicing martial arts.

He would often be playing when, without any warning, he would suddenly stop all movement, and then, facing the empty air, he would throw a punch with extreme speed!

The speed was so fast it even stirred a faint whistling of wind, completely unlike the speed and force a baby should possess.

After throwing the punch, he would immediately return to his original state, continuing to play with his toys or stare blankly, as if that moment had just been a hallucination of those watching.

At first, his mother Du Qionghua and Liu Xin were both startled by his strange behavior.

"Little Yan, what's wrong?"

Du Qionghua would nervously crouch down to check on him, thinking her son was feeling unwell or had been frightened by something.

Liu Xin, holding Yu Qingmeng, would also look on curiously: "Qionghua, what is your little Yan doing... is he practicing some secret technique? That movement was so sudden."

After it happened a few times, Du Qionghua's initial worry turned into helplessness and amusement.

"Who knows," she said to her best friend with a smile, her tone full of doting, "Maybe it's just the excess energy typical of little boys? He has to vent it every now and then, like a little cannonball."

As for little Yu Qingmeng, she would watch with unblinking eyes, occasionally imitating Chen Yan by clumsily waving her own little pink fists at the air, making "yi-ya" sounds that left the adults unable to hold back their laughter.

Chen Yan turned a deaf ear to all of this, continuing to go his own way while silently chanting in his heart:

"Progress +1!"

"Progress +1!"

At the same time...

His father Chen Kefa spent less and less time at home.

Every time he returned, the exhaustion between his brows grew heavier, as if he were carrying a thousand-pound burden.

At the dinner table, Chen Yan could occasionally hear his parents' brief conversations.

It seemed that some lawless martial cultivators were taking advantage of the security loopholes in the banking system caused by recent supernatural interference, taking risks to commit several vicious robberies.

"These people are truly both stupid and wicked!" Du Qionghua couldn't help but put down her chopsticks, her tone filled with indignation. "Having those ghost things around is already enough to make people anxious!"

"Now there are these desperate criminals taking advantage of the chaos! Does this world even allow people to live in peace anymore!"

Liu Xin held her daughter, her beautiful face also filled with worry:

"Indeed, who knows when days like these will ever come to an end."

"I truly miss the times before, when life was plain but secure."

Chen Yan listened silently to the adults' conversation, his small face revealing no particular expression.

Yet, deep inside, the famous "Murphy's Law" from his past life couldn't help but surface in his mind.

The more you worry about a certain situation occurring, the more likely it is to happen.

Sure enough, what one fears most is exactly what arrives.