Xu Mingwei had spent four years diligently cultivating the Xiantian Five Elements Creation Art.
He had now reached the peak of late Xiantian, only one step away from completing his spiritual root.
His progress was considerably faster than Xu Chuan had imagined.
The Xu Household.
In the corridor on the left side of the South Mountain Courtyard.
Xu Mingwei and Yang Ronghua watched Xu Dezhao practice his basic punches while holding a horse stance in the courtyard.
"My dear, you wrote to your father half a month ago. Has there still been no word?"
"Zhao'er is six. It's time he began learning martial arts."
Yang Ronghua looked at Xu Mingwei and sighed helplessly. "The Yang Household is different from the Xu Household, after all. No single person has the final say. The household head has considerable authority, but the elders also oversee him."
"Last time, we only borrowed something to test his bloodline, but this involves passing the lineage's Inherited Martial Art to an outsider."
"The aristocratic clans in the Commandery Seat keep their Inherited Martial Arts strictly secret."
"If one leaks and another aristocratic clan learns of it, they can easily study its weaknesses and devise ways to exploit them."
Xu Mingwei sighed as well and looked toward Xu Dezhao.
After holding his horse stance for so long, fine beads of sweat had formed on the boy's face, yet he showed no intention of stopping.
"It isn't that I covet the Yang Household's Inherited Martial Art. I simply want the best for Zhao'er. I don't want his natural gifts to go to waste."
"With his talent and our Xu Household's secret medicinal cuisine, he might have a chance of reaching Xiantian before sixteen."
Yang Ronghua also knew how potent the Xu Household's secret medicinal cuisine was. A Yuan, Xueji,