Mouthful of Dog Food

"Bullshit," Xu Qingshan said sternly. "You never step out of the great gate or even the second gate. Where did you get this news?

And even if we are to punish them, we need evidence.

Precisely because our True Martial Sacred Sect is the ruler of this Far West Land, we must set an example. We cannot leave others with the impression that we bully people with our power."

Xu Qingshan was somewhat furious inside. He did not want his son to become a profligate young master who relied on him to run amok outside.

"Mother, Father is being mean to me." Seeing that he could not get past his father, Xu Zimo hurriedly looked at his mother with a wronged expression.

"Can't you just talk things out properly? Why are you yelling at our son?" Wenren Yun strode forward, grabbed Xu Qingshan by the ear, and said without the slightest concern, "It's just a small lineage. If you're afraid of tarnishing your reputation, I'll personally wipe them out."

"Didn't we agree you'd give me some face outside? Let go, quickly." Xu Qingshan hurriedly stood up and complained, "What does a woman like you know?"

"Oh? So now you dislike me?" Wenren Yun instantly flared up and began to cry and make a scene. "Now that you've got me, you know how to despise me. Why did you chase me back then?

Who knows who it was that, just to see me once, lurked sneakily outside my family's gate every day. Don't think I didn't know.

If I hadn't seen your sincerity, why would I have gotten together with you?"

"Stop talking. Our son is right here. Can't we go back and talk about whatever it is?" Xu Qingshan hurriedly covered Wenren Yun's mouth with his hand and pleaded anxiously.

"Don't control me. I'm going to say it." Wenren Yun slapped Xu Qingshan's hand away. The more she cried and fussed, the more wronged she felt inside. "Now that you've won me over, you've started finding fault with me.

Hmph, all men are big pig trotters."

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Xu Qingshan decided to forcefully steady the situation.

He wrapped both hands around Wenren Yun's head and fiercely kissed her.

Then Wenren Yun, who had been making a scene just moments ago, instantly quieted down. The two began kissing, utterly lost in each other.

Xu Zimo's face darkened. "Hey, you two big shots, there's still a living person over here. Could you at least consider my feelings?"

"Get lost already. What trash lineage? When the time comes, I'll have the Black Guards accompany you and settle it," Xu Qingshan said without even turning around, impatiently waving his hand to dismiss him.

Then Xu Zimo saw his mother slightly raise her right hand and wave at him.

"Fuck, who was it just now saying everything needed evidence and that we had to consider the sect's reputation? How did that change in the blink of an eye?" Xu Zimo left Qingshan Peak, depressed after being force-fed a mouthful of dog food.

"Heh, men!"

After returning to Yan Nan Peak, Xu Zimo resumed his cultivation.

He directly consumed the Ten Meridian Fruit his mother had given him, preparing to break through to the Spirit Vein Realm.

The standard for advancing to the Spirit Vein Realm was opening the first Meridian Gate within one's body, "Lunquan."

After consuming the Ten Meridian Fruit, Xu Zimo felt an especially warm power flowing through his body before lying dormant throughout every part of him.

The first Meridian Gate, Lunquan, was located on the back of everyone's left hand. Opening it posed no difficulty at all for Xu Zimo.

He directly mobilized the energy within the mysterious Round Bead. With his Divine Meridian Realm cultivation increasing, he crushed through everything in his path as though entering an uninhabited land.

Together with the energy of the Ten Meridian Fruit, Lunquan was directly opened.

Xu Zimo only felt a wave of clarity wash over his body, as though even his mind had become much sharper.

The spiritual energy within his body surged violently. At the position of his left hand, a pattern resembling a taiji symbol appeared.

Only, this pattern was transparent and lacked the black-and-white dividing S-curve.

A pale blue ring surrounded the pattern, while a point of light lay within it.

When he used his strength, there was only a bang as the Meridian Gate opened.

A few centimeters above the back of his left hand, the same pattern would appear in the air. It was identical to the one on the back of his hand, only somewhat enlarged.

This was the phenomenon that appeared when a Meridian Gate was opened.

After opening Lunquan and entering the first layer of the Spirit Vein Realm, Xu Zimo did not stop immediately.

He continued circulating this energy, directly pushing his realm upward once more.

First layer of the Spirit Vein Realm,

Second layer of the Spirit Vein Realm,

Ninth layer of the Spirit Vein Realm.

Only when he reached the ninth layer of the Spirit Vein Realm, on the verge of advancing to the Condensing Pulse Realm, did he slowly stop.

This rocket-like speed of advancement was also the confidence that gave Xu Zimo faith he could advance to the Divine Meridian Realm within a year.

For the next period of time, he needed to temper his foundation again, stabilizing this overly drastic growth somewhat.

Then he would prepare to advance to the Condensing Pulse Realm.

Early the next morning, Lin Ruhu also arrived at Yan Nan Peak.

Yesterday, with his grandfather's help, he had begun Body Tempering cultivation.

Xu Zimo glanced at Lin Ruhu. He still had a piece of candy hanging from his mouth, with snot flying everywhere.

He asked helplessly, "What technique did you choose from the Scripture Repository yesterday?"

"My grandfather chose it for me—the True Martial Great Emperor's True Martial Sword Art," Lin Ruhu replied.

"That cultivation art doesn't suit you," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.

Because of his experiences in his Previous Life, he understood the path most suitable for Lin Ruhu.

Lin Ruhu was better suited for the path of strength, the kind of simple, brutal cultivation art where bodies clashed and the fighting was even more savage.

The True Martial Sword Art was too nimble and did not suit him well.

"Then should I go back and exchange it for another one?" Lin Ruhu asked.

"No need. There isn't yet an Emperor cultivation art within the True Martial Sacred Sect that suits you," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head. "I do have a cultivation art here that suits you, but you must promise me something.

You may not tell anyone where this cultivation art came from. Even if your grandfather asks, say that it was your own fortuitous encounter. Do not reveal me."

"Don't worry, Brother Zimo," Lin Ruhu said firmly.

Xu Zimo nodded. In truth, he trusted Lin Ruhu greatly. He was only saying this as a reminder, just in case.

He did not want to tell anyone about his rebirth.

Xu Zimo picked up a brush and wrote a vast stretch of words across the paper.

He wrote it down according to the memories of his Previous Life. The cultivation art's name was simple, consisting of only two words: Strength Art.

The founder of Strength Art was the Tyrant Emperor.

The Tyrant Emperor was the sixth Great Emperor of the Era of Emperors, as well as the first Great Emperor of the beast race.

Its true form was a brown bear carrying an ancient savage bloodline.

In that era, it had relied on nothing but a pair of iron fists to forcibly fight its way to the Top of the Firmament.

In its words, there was nothing in this world that one punch could not solve. If there was, then two punches.

In the end, it bore the Heavenly Mandate and proved the Dao to become a Great Emperor.

And the Strength Art it cultivated became a cultivation art that countless strength cultivators later flocked to like ducks.