Li Jincheng unconsciously furrowed his brows, looking at his father’s increasingly frail body with distress, "But your health..."
Li Changjiang smiled and retorted, "Do you think that if you stay by my side every day, I can turn back time and live forever?"
Li Jincheng fell silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a soft sigh, "I’m incompetent, father. You’re plagued with illness yet you still exhaust yourself for my sake..."
Li Changjiang gently patted his shoulder, nodding in approval, "There’s no need to belittle yourself. Your recent actions have been very good, even better than I had hoped for. While I can still wield a spear and take a life, do whatever you want to do. If the sky falls, I’ll prop it up for you!"
Li Jincheng bit the corner of his lip, his heart sour. After a long time, he clenched his teeth hard, "I’m not a naive three-year-old anymore. I can’t always ask you to deal with snakes, insects, rats, and ants. I’ve just grasped the essence of converting essence into qi. I’ll go back into seclusion. Once I have cultivated this skill, I will take people to do the work... I want to shield you from wind and rain too. If the sky falls, I’d like to prop it up for you!"
Li Changjiang lay back in his chair, laughing, "If you have the resolution, then go ahead and do it!"
Li Jincheng stood up, bowed to his aging father, then turned and strode away.
Li Changjiang watched his only son disappear outside the courtyard gate, closing his cloudy eyes in satisfaction, murmuring, "I have a son who’s finally becoming a man..."
His days on earth were surely numbered.
Compared to Li Jincheng doing wrong...
He was more worried about Li Jincheng not daring to act.
Now it seemed, the decision to push Li Jincheng to mix with Yang Erlang and Yang Tiansheng was the right one!
The company you keep colors you in turn.
...
Fengyang, the Yang Family.
Dressed in loose golden practice robes, Yang Tiansheng leaped high, and after a roar of "Rivaling the Sun," he slashed his sword toward a rockery in the center of the garden.
A three-yard-long blaze of red Sword Qi flashed by, and the carriage-sized rockery exploded with a boom, the residual force spreading to a few bushes, igniting a roaring flame.
After landing, Yang Tiansheng looked at the flat ground where the rockery used to be and then at his own hands, crying out in elation, "I’ve done it, I’ve mastered it!"
Yang Yinghao, who just happened to enter the garden through the moon gate, witnessed this scene, shock flashing in his eyes, and then he suddenly clenched his fists, ’Rebel, that’s my Taihu Lake stone rockery!’
The overjoyed Yang Tiansheng was still unaware of his father’s fury. Seeing his father, he rushed over like presenting a treasure, boasting loudly, "Dad, I’ve mastered the third level of the ’Fiery Sun Divine Skill,’ ’Melting Gold and Dissolving Iron.’ Can I last fifty moves under you now?"
Upon hearing this filial boast, Yang Yinghao’s fists tightened with anger, yet he had to admit... the rebellious son really could last fifty moves under him now!
How long had this rebellious son been cultivating?
Even if he counted every day, it hadn’t been more than half a year, had it?
In half a year, he broke through three levels?
Could it be that he had been wrong before, and this rebellious son wasn’t just a glossy semblance without substance, but rather a late bloomer?
Bewildered, he found himself somewhat unable to understand this son he had raised from a one-foot-long swaddling infant to a seven-foot-tall young man.
"Dad, didn’t you promise that if I mastered ’Melting Gold and Dissolving Iron,’ you’d teach me the secret Sun-Eclipsing Sword Skill technique, the ’Three Skies-Obscuring Swords’?"
Yang Tiansheng dragged his bewildered father to the center of the garden, "There’s no time like the present. You should pass on those three swords to me today. If you don’t, our family’s Sun-Eclipsing Swordmanship will lose its legacy..."
Yang Yinghao could no longer endure his son’s nonsense and slapped him on the head, making it cock to one side, "Damned fool, are you cursing me to an early grave?"
Yang Tiansheng clutched his forehead, quickly responding, "That’s not what I meant, please, let me explain..."
Yang Yinghao, with a pained expression on his face and stamping his foot, cursed himself for fathering such an unruly son.
In the end, he weakly pulled out a piece of cloth from his bosom and handed it to Yang Tiansheng, "I received a message at noon. Take a look for yourself."
Yang Tiansheng took the cloth piece with a puzzled look, and upon seeing it, he erupted with anger, "Damn those court dogs. Can’t they handle anything properly?"
He cursed as he turned to leave.
Yang Yinghao, quick to react, grabbed hold of his eldest son, "Where are you going?"
Yang Tiansheng, surprised, turned back and replied, "Where else? I’m rallying the troops to go kill those damned eunuchs!"
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Yang Yinghao, frustrated by his lack of concern, whispered fiercely, "Think a little, will you? What kind of office is the Eastern Factory? Do you think you can just wipe it out? Don’t they say you have to look at the owner before you beat the dog?"
Yang Tiansheng, his face red and his voice raised, retorted, "Beat the dog? I want to slap the Zhao Family across the face! It’s ’the hare is cooked when the hound is done,’ but is this how you cook? Where did Yang Erlang go wrong to deserve such an end? You can’t tell me Zhao Shu doesn’t want to kill his uncle... What’s this, acting all noble after reaping the benefits? Nonsense!"
Yang Yinghao could not take it anymore and slapped his son again, straightening his head, shouting angrily, "Are you yelling at me? Am I surnamed Zhao?"
Yang Tiansheng, after getting slapped, simmered down a bit but then spoke with conviction, "If you’re too afraid to handle it, then I’ll gather people to go kill those eunuchs in disguise. Yang Erlang could kill them, so why can’t I?"
Yang Yinghao gave him another slap to right his head and yelled furiously, "Yang Erlang, Yang Erlang, is Yang Erlang your father or am I? He hasn’t even rushed to action, so why are you in such a panic? Are you more anxious than the emperor himself?"