Mount Dahuang, the Yellow Sect.
Flashes of saber light erupted over and over, only to be scattered.
The Yellow Emperor sat on a stone chair, yawning repeatedly. Under his tutelage, Zhang Shixiong had finally gained a basic grasp of the power passed down through ten septillion and ten sextillion generations of the Yellow Sect. At least he could now unleash and withdraw it at will without worrying about suddenly exploding.
Of course, the Yellow Emperor's teaching methods were rather brutal, so Zhang Shixiong's personality had been affected quite a bit. There were no major problems in everyday life, but once battle fever went to his head, he became a little mad.
At that moment, Zhang Shixiong gripped his saber and slashed crazily at the Yellow Emperor. Both his eyes had turned red, yet he failed to inflict even the slightest injury.
"Ancestor, isn't senior brother almost at his limit? Let him stop. Breakfast is ready," Xiao Shimei said sweetly as she carried out the food and glanced at Zhang Shixiong, who looked like a lunatic.
The Yellow Emperor nodded. "Mm, that should be about enough."
As he spoke, he picked his nose and flicked the booger straight into Zhang Shixiong's forehead. Zhang Shixiong jerked backward as though struck by a bullet, regaining his senses before he even hit the ground.
His expression shifted slightly, and he hastily braced himself against the ground with his free hand.
"Time to eat, time to eat. After breakfast, I'll take you to find an opponent. Without tempering yourself through life and death, you'll still be a weakling even if you've mastered this power." The Yellow Emperor clapped his hands, picked up his chopsticks, and began taking food from the plates.
Zhang Shixiong wiped his face and asked timidly, "Ancestor, this life-and-death tempering... what if