Chapter 25

A new chapter begins, and a new journey unfolds.

Xiaoming stood at the entrance of the classroom, took a deep breath, and firmly held the letter containing secrets that his mother had given him.

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Chenzong stood at the entrance of the town, took a deep breath, and tightly gripped the secret letter from his mother. The small town of Xiaohu was right before his eyes. Chenzong felt an indescribable excitement in his heart.

During the year as a clan disciple, one was not allowed to leave the clan hall. To return home, one had to either become a warrior or be expelled. The chestnut horse attracted many townspeople's attention, but they did not recognize Chenzong. After eleven months, Chenzong had become a warrior, and the changes in his appearance and demeanor made it hard for anyone but those familiar with him to recognize him.

Entering the Chen family's territory.

"Who is that?"

"How cool."

Some of the Chen family's younger generation stared at Chenzong's figure, puzzled and envious.

"Chenzong!"

Chenzhongjie and Chendalei would never forget Chenzong's face, even if it had changed. They could recognize him at first glance.

"How did this guy come back?"

"Was he expelled by the clan hall?"

"Probably. This guy must have had some good luck to defeat Brother Gang and become a clan disciple. Now, his true colors are showing." Chenzhongjie said repeatedly, inexplicably excited. Chendalei, however, remained silent, thinking it wasn't that simple. If he had been expelled, how could he be riding such a fine horse?

The horse stopped in front of the house, and Chenzong dismounted. Perhaps hearing the sound of hooves, the door opened, and a tall, slender figure walked out.

Chenzhengtang!

"Father." Chenzong called out loudly.

"Son." Chenzhengtang rubbed his eyes, thinking he might be seeing things. But upon closer inspection, it was indeed his son, Chenzong, and he couldn't help but smile.

Chenzong noticed that his father's temples were a bit grayer, and his complexion was paler than before, but his overall spirit was better.

Chenzhengtang could also see the changes in Chenzong, which were completely different from when he left.

At that moment, a petite figure emerged from the house, making Chenzong pause.

...

Listening to his father's story, Chenzong finally understood.

It turned out that not long after he left for the clan hall, his aunt's husband, who was also his mother's brother-in-law, had died while hunting in the mountains, leaving behind his wife and son. Normally, his aunt could have supported herself and her son, but her son had an astonishing appetite, and she lacked the means. So, she brought her son to Xiaohu Town to seek refuge with Chenzhengtang, unaware that he had lost his cultivation and become a cripple.

However, since they had come, Chenzhengtang let them stay, and they could take care of each other.

"Aunt, you can stay here with peace of mind." Chenzong smiled. From his aunt's appearance, he could faintly imagine his mother's face.

"Thank you." Aunt Yang Biqing nodded, looking at Chenzong with a gentle expression.

"By the way, why did you come back?" Chenzhengtang asked, his tone somewhat anxious, thinking his son might have been expelled for some reason.

"Father, Aunt, I have become a warrior." Chenzong smiled.

"Good boy, I knew you could do it." Chenzhengtang felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders, his concern turning to joy.

"This child, Chenzong, has inherited your talent, Father. It's only natural that he became a warrior." Yang Biqing also smiled, her face calm and composed.

"Did you break through on your first attempt?" Chenzhengtang asked.

"Yes, a few days ago."

Chenzhengtang didn't ask further, assuming Chenzong had broken through after three rounds of blood qi refinement. He didn't know that Chenzong had actually refined his blood qi seven times. Since Chenzhengtang didn't ask, Chenzong didn't mention it.

The three of them felt a warm, harmonious atmosphere.

At that moment, the door opened, and two figures walked in.

"Mother, Uncle, I'm back." A deep, resonant voice, like a muffled bell, came from a large, muscular figure. Chenzong looked over and saw a big guy with a youthful face, and beside him was Chen Yiming.

"Yiming." Chenzong greeted with a smile.

"You're... Brother Zong." Chen Yiming looked at Chenzong, excited: "Brother Zong, why did you come back?"

"I reached the fourth layer of the Blood Qi Realm and became a warrior, so I came back to visit." Chenzong smiled, feeling quite excited to see his old friends.

"Chenzong, let me introduce you. This is your aunt's son, Yang Lie, who just turned twelve." Chenzhengtang said: "Lie, this is my son, Chenzong. You can call him Brother Zong, just like Yiming."

"Brother Zong." Yang Lie scratched his head, smiling warmly.

"I'll call you Lie." Chenzong also smiled, feeling a warm, cozy feeling in his heart, something he had never experienced from his childhood to now.

Although Yang Lie was only twelve, his height was no less than Chenzong's, and his strong, muscular body was not bulky, exuding a powerful force.

"Brother Zong, Brother Zong, I've already started teaching Lie the Tiger Force Fist." Chen Yiming said eagerly.

Since Yang Biqing and Yang Lie had decided to settle here and had the family's approval, they could be considered part of the Chen family. Yang Lie, being twelve, was eligible to practice the Chen family's foundational martial arts.

"That's great." Chenzong smiled.

"Brother Zong, guess how strong Lie is?" Chen Yiming said mysteriously. Seeing the smiles on Chenzhengtang and Yang Biqing's faces, Chenzong had a hunch that Yang Lie might also have innate strength like Chen Guzhan.

"You'll be scared to death. Lie hasn't even reached the first layer of the Blood Qi Realm, but his single-arm strength is five hundred pounds." Chen Yiming laughed.

Chenzong was truly stunned.

Five hundred pounds of single-arm strength!

That was the standard strength for the third layer of the Blood Qi Realm.

It turned out that his newly met brother was a naturally powerful person.

If he reached the third layer of the Blood Qi Realm, what would his single-arm strength be?

One thousand pounds?

Or even more?

Suddenly, Chenzong felt a sense of anticipation.

"Since Lie has innate strength, the Tiger Force Fist is not suitable for him. It won't allow him to fully utilize his advantages." Chenzong said.

"Our branch family only has three foundational martial arts, and the Tiger Force Fist is the most suitable for Lie." Chenzhengtang knew this, but that was the reality.

"I saw a foundational martial art in the clan hall called Heavy Punch, which is best suited for naturally strong people. It has better training effects than the Tiger Force Fist. I'll teach it to Lie in the next few days." Chenzong said.

"Thank you, Brother Zong." Yang Lie said gratefully.

"Chenzong, get out here." A voice filled with malice echoed from outside.

"It's Chen Zhigang." Chen Yiming's face changed, his tone urgent: "Brother Zong, since you defeated him, Chen Zhigang has been practicing hard and seems to have mastered a technique to enhance his strength."

"Alright." Chenzong stood up and walked outside, facing the fierce gazes of Chen Zhigang, Chendalei, and Chenzhongjie.

"Chenzong, after losing to you, I trained even harder, all to defeat you one day. Today, the opportunity has finally come." Chen Zhigang's eyes were fierce, and he assumed the starting stance of the Tiger Force Fist, his body exuding a sense of completeness, as if he were about to transform into a fierce tiger. His skin turned slightly red.

Chenzong could see that Chen Zhigang's Tiger Force Fist was nearing perfection, and he might break through to the perfected stage at any time.

Moreover, Chen Zhigang had also practiced a blood qi refinement technique, though Chenzong wasn't sure if it was the Tiger Roar Technique.

From the redness of his skin, Chenzong deduced that Chen Zhigang had completed three rounds of blood qi refinement.

"Charge!" With a roar, Chen Zhigang burst forward, his fist like a charging tiger, smashing through the air and striking Chenzong mercilessly.

Chenzong casually swung his left fist, and with a loud bang, Chenzong remained unmoved, while Chen Zhigang was sent flying, crashing into Chendalei and Chenzhongjie, all three falling to the ground.

One punch!

Just one punch was enough to defeat Chen Zhigang, who had clearly improved in strength. Chen Zhigang was stunned.

"Ha ha ha, Chen Zhigang, now you know the power of a warrior." Chen Yiming laughed uncontrollably: "Brother Zong is already a warrior, far beyond your reach."

"Chen Zhigang, if you want to fight me, I welcome it. But if you target my father, aunt, or brother Yang Lie, you'll face the consequences." Chenzong's calm voice carried a hint of lethal intent, and the sound of a sword being drawn echoed, a dazzling sword light slicing through the air, pointing directly at Chen Zhigang, making him shiver.

"I, Chen Zhigang, am not that despicable." Chen Zhigang stood up, his face pale, gritting his teeth.

Chenzong sheathed his sword.

A small incident did not affect Chenzong's mood. He truly didn't want the joy and warmth he felt upon returning home to be ruined, as he might not have the chance to come back for a long time after returning to the clan hall.

In the following days, Chenzong taught Yang Lie the Heavy Punch.

He hadn't deliberately studied the Heavy Punch, but after watching Chen Guzhan perform it multiple times, he knew every move. With a bit of time to ponder, he could easily grasp it and guide Yang Lie in his training, which was more than enough.

Yang Lie, with his innate strength, had a simple and honest mind, making it difficult for him to practice technique-based martial arts. The Heavy Punch, which emphasized brute force, was perfect for him, and he made good progress.

Chen Yiming's cultivation had already reached the peak of the third layer of the Blood Qi Realm, and his Tiger Force Fist had also reached the perfected stage. Chenzong further guided him, deepening his understanding of the Tiger Force Fist, and he was expected to reach the peak of the perfected stage by the time the family warrior competition arrived.

As for his father, with his aunt's care, his life became more regular.

In the next few days, the family head and elders also came to confirm that Chenzong had become a warrior, all of them delighted. They also inquired about Chen Yurao and Chen Yidao.

Before long, five days passed, and it was time for Chenzong to leave.

Chenzong took out all thirty of his remaining energy pills, giving ten to Chen Yiming, who would find them useful when he entered the clan hall to learn the Tiger Roar Technique, and the remaining twenty to Yang Lie.

"Brother Zong, I'll come to the clan hall to find you soon." Chen Yiming shouted loudly as Chenzong rode away.

Chenzong waved, indicating he had heard.

His figure gradually disappeared from the sight of the crowd, until it vanished.

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