Yang Yinghao took a seat to himself, picked up the teapot from the table, and poured himself a bowl of tea. He lifted it and drained it in one gulp before saying, "If you have no idea where he is, why are you still guarding this place? Are you afraid that your mother and I are having too leisurely a time, insisting on finding us troubles to solve? Do you realize how often our doorstep has nearly been trampled through recently? If it weren’t for us shielding you, this place would have been flattened long ago!"
Yang Tiansheng snorted and sat down opposite his elderly father. He took the teapot and poured himself a bowl of tea, "I’m not a three-year-old child. Don’t try to scare me with your threats. They don’t dare to come, is it because they fear you? Or is it because they’re afraid they can’t deal with Yang Ge and would be subject to his retribution come autumn?"
Yang Yinghao looked at his eldest son with a sullen expression... The son had become smart, hard to deceive!
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Yang Tiansheng took a sip of tea and continued, "I used to be puzzled about why that guy would rather enter Lake Hongze alone to find a place to heal than come home with me for treatment. At home, we have food, drink, medicine, and attendance, which surely beats roughing it in the wild... Now it seems, his mind is truly exceptional. Had he really come home with me that day, he probably would have been chewed clean to the bones by now, wouldn’t he?"
Yang Yinghao opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words stopped at his lips, and he swallowed them back down with a sigh, "My son, it’s not that your father wants to betray you with injustice, but you truly have no idea what it means to be a carefree Grandmaster!"
Yang Tiansheng gave his father a strange look and replied, "I know, I know. It means high positions, hefty rewards, and possibly even sharing the world with the Zhao Family, right?"
Yang Yinghao scratched the corner of his forehead and fell silent.
Yang Tiansheng asked, "You’ve come this time at the Sect Hierarch’s bidding, haven’t you?"
After several moments of silence, Yang Yinghao said softly, "My son, our Yang Family truly holds the bowl of the Ming Sect..."
Yang Tiansheng, far less troubled, asked with a chuckle, "This matter is not as complex as you think. I only have one question for you: Have you and the Sect Hierarch really considered it thoroughly?"
Yang Yinghao furrowed his brows, "Your father and the Sect Hierarch have discussed this matter many times; the benefits outweigh the harms!"
Yang Tiansheng clapped his hands, "Alright, since you and the Sect Hierarch have thought it through, then I will go and negotiate with Yang Ge... Just don’t hold out too much hope. From what I know of him, it’s unlikely that he will join the sect. I’m not afraid to offend you by saying this, but he doesn’t regard us or the Ming Sect very highly, not to mention his dealings with other people. Although he and I have a close bond, in his heart, I suspect he has never held our Ming Sect in high regard."
Upon hearing this, Yang Yinghao initially furrowed his brows but then relaxed them and exhaled, "That’s normal. He doesn’t take even the imperial court seriously, let alone our Ming Sect. Without such spirit, he wouldn’t have reached his current level!"
Yang Tiansheng bowed with clasped fists, "Alright, then you can go back for now. Once Yang Ge has left seclusion, I will discuss it with him."
Yang Yinghao laughed and cursed in annoyance, "You brat, I’ve come all this long way, and you’re rushing me away before I’ve even warmed my seat?"
Yang Tiansheng said, "You being here..."
Before he could finish speaking, a clear and piercing sound of a blade suddenly exploded in the room.
Together, father and son twisted their heads just in time to see a streak of blade light breaking through the roof and soaring into the sky.
Yang Yinghao exclaimed, "The Cold Moon Precious Blade?"
Yang Tiansheng declared, "Yang Ge has left seclusion!"
He rose excitedly and hurried out of the house.
A vein throbbed on Yang Yinghao’s forehead as he followed behind him, ’Little bastard, didn’t you just say that you didn’t know where Yang Erlang was?’
The pair rushed out of the wooden hut, only to see in Lake Hongze’s marshland, columns of yellow, blue, gold, green, and red light shot up into the sky, as the Cold Moon Precious Blade joyously jumped up and down within the five-colored beams like a little dog greeting its master home.
Yang Tiansheng gazed at the five-colored light pillar and sighed, "Even seeing it for the second time, I still find it incredibly unbelievable..."
Yang Yinghao looked at the five-colored light pillar, shock evident in his gaze.
...
In the midst of the wetland’s tall wild grass, Yang Ge sat cross-legged, quietly observing the five miniature figures in five different colors sitting within his Dantian.
That day on the Bian River, facing the unparalleled Grandmaster-level eunuch from the Imperial Horse Supervisor, he boldly detonated his fully cultivated True Qi of Geng Metal. Then, using his understanding of the five elements’ generating and overcoming interactions, he split the True Qi transformed from Geng Metal into five parts, forcibly condensing the Five Elements Qi. This gave him temporary battle prowess at the Grandmaster level, enough to support him as he unleashed a supreme strike, merging the essence of two of history’s most powerful moves that do not come back once gone...
His self-created "Five Directions, Five Emperors Transcendent Divine Skill," although it trained True Qi, was really cultivating the power of the mind and spirit.
As long as he believed he could do it, he could do it.
Though this kind of belief, untested and unproven, is like building castles in the sky.
But the underlying logic that supported his "belief" was real.
What was the underlying logic that constructed his "belief"?
It was his toppling of the three great grain merchants, his purging of the Jiangzhe officialdom, his burial of twenty thousand Japanese pirates, his beheading of Prince Ning in public, and other such experiences of facing difficulties head-on, turning the impossible into possible.
’I toppled the three great grain merchants, I beheaded so many corrupt officials in Jiangzhe, I buried twenty thousand Japanese pirates, I cut off Prince Ning’s head... With an unparalleled Grandmaster-level old eunuch, why couldn’t I kill him!’
’As long as I have not experienced defeat.’
’Then I am an invincible war god who triumphs in every battle and overcomes every challenge!’
That final strike...
Not only cleared the rampaging Five Elements True Qi within his body, but it also turned his false belief, untested and unproven, from illusion into reality, simultaneously propelling his mental and spiritual power to a higher level.
’I won against the unparalleled Grandmaster-level old eunuch of the Imperial Horse Supervisor, so why wouldn’t I possess Grandmaster-level combat capability?’
Isn’t reality more eloquent than rhetoric?
And ultimately, it was with this ascended power of the mind and spirit that he straightened out the mess of Five Elements True Qi inside him, reconstructed the pathways for his internal energy, and redesigned his Visualization Skill...
In the end, he transformed ’10’ units of Geng Metal Qi into five ’2’ unit manifestations of the Five Elements Qi.
His power hadn’t grown much, but he had gone from a single-core processor to a five-core processor. Not only had his computational power exploded, but he could also briefly reach Grandmaster-level combat capability through simple overclocking.
If previously he had merely opened the path to the Grandmaster Realm, and could reach it by simply following the process step by step,
Now, one of his long strides had already entered the gates of the Grandmaster Realm.
His current state could perhaps be called: a Grandmaster-in-waiting!