"Son, I heard you've started cultivating? Is that really true?"
Xiang Shang looked at the anticipation written all over his father's face and puffed out his chest a little.
"I've only just started, Dad. Keep it low-key."
"Then how talented are you?"
Xiang Shang said casually, "Not bad. Just a billion times better than most geniuses."
His father roared with laughter. "Good, good, good! My son Xiang Shang has the makings of a Great Emperor!"
"Son, whatever cultivation resources you need from now on, just tell me. I'll support your cultivation no matter what!"
Xiang Shang nodded.
"Don't worry, Dad. Once I become an immortal, I'll take you with me when I ascend!"
"Good!"
Time flew, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.
While Xiang Shang was cultivating in seclusion in his cave abode, he suddenly received a text from Chen Miao.
"Xiang Shang, an evil cultivator kidnapped your dad. I couldn't beat him. Come back, quick."
Xiang Shang's gaze turned icy, and he crushed his phone in his fist.
"You're asking for death!"
Sword light flashed through the cave abode, and Xiang Shang vanished.
At the Tianmen Funeral Home, Xiang Shang descended from the sky before Chen Miao's stunned eyes.
"Y-you can fly on a sword now?"
Xiang Shang nodded and asked, "San Shui, what happened to my dad? Tell me, quick."
Chen Miao hurriedly explained, "Over the past year, your dad offended a lot of people while buying cultivation resources for you. They were afraid the Xiang family would rise to power in a hundred years, so they decided to strike against you. I wasn't strong enough to stop them."
Xiang Shang sneered.
"A hundred years? Heh."
Xiang Shang touched a finger to his brow, and his spiritual sense enveloped all of Shannan City.
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