Chapter 18

Huang Ming watched Huang Peng turn and leave, a cold sneer forming in his heart. He naturally did not believe that Huang Xiaolong could have another stroke of dogshit luck at the next annual meeting and win against his own son!

Therefore, the so-called one hundred Qi Condensation Pills were simply impossible! As for an apology, that was even more out of the question!

In the grand hall, the elders exchanged glances, none daring to speak.

In the East Hall, Huang Xiaolong had just sat down when he saw his father, Huang Peng, return from the North Hall with a furious expression.

“Father, what’s wrong?” Huang Xiaolong couldn’t help but ask.

Su Yan also stood up to greet him.

Seeing his son, Huang Peng felt a sense of guilt and said nothing, walking to his seat in the grand hall and sitting down. He lowered his head, his anger not subsiding but intensifying.

“Too much!”

“Too much!”

Recalling his elder brother Huang Ming’s cold gaze and his father’s favoritism towards Huang Wei, Huang Peng couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger. He slammed his right palm on the adjacent chair, shattering it.

Huang Peng’s palm shattered the chair, startling Su Yan.

“Brother Peng, what’s wrong? What happened?” Su Yan couldn’t help but ask, her heart racing.

Huang Peng looked up, glanced at his wife Su Yan and his son, sighed in his heart, and finally recounted what had happened in the main hall. He mentioned how his father, Huang Qide, had given the qualification to enter the Spirit Pool, which should have been Huang Xiaolong’s, to Huang Wei. Huang Peng, in a fit of anger, slammed his palm on the adjacent chair, sending it flying.

“Father is being too biased! He only has eyes for Huang Wei!” Su Yan’s almond eyes widened in anger. “Does he even consider us as his grandchildren?!”

Huang Xiaolong remained silent, a cold sneer in his heart. Although he had won against Huang Wei at the annual meeting a few days ago and displayed his Second Stage strength in front of his grandfather Huang Qide, his grandfather still didn’t truly value him. Huang Xiaolong believed that in his grandfather’s eyes, his breakthrough to the Second Stage was just a stroke of dogshit luck, and his future achievements would never compare to Huang Wei’s.

“Not to mention that Zhou Guang, who dared to say that our Xiaolong entering the Spirit Pool for cultivation is a waste of the Spirit Pool’s medicinal power!” Su Yan said angrily. “This dog slave, if not for the support of his elder brother Huang Ming, he wouldn’t dare to say such things!”

Although Zhou Guang was an elder, in the Huang Family Manor, the status of elders was only slightly higher than that of some high-ranking guards. In the end, they were still slaves.

“Xiaolong, I’m sorry!” Huang Peng looked at his son, his voice low and filled with guilt. “It’s my fault. I couldn’t secure the qualification for the Spirit Pool for you, and it was taken by Huang Wei!”

Huang Xiaolong smiled calmly. “Father, Mother, don’t worry. At the next annual meeting, I will not only beat Huang Wei so badly that even his father won’t recognize him, but also so badly that even his grandfather won’t recognize him!”

Since his grandfather Huang Qide was so biased and valued his precious grandson Huang Wei so much, he would show his grandfather that his dogshit luck would only get better, and he would become stronger!

Not only at the next annual meeting, but at every annual meeting in the future, he would beat Huang Wei into a super-invincible big hunter!

Huang Peng and Su Yan, hearing Huang Xiaolong’s words, thought he was just trying to comfort them and didn’t want them to worry. Huang Peng felt even more guilty.

In their minds, their son, with a Seventh Rank martial soul, would fall further behind Huang Wei as time passed. After a year, Huang Wei should be able to break through to the Third Stage or even higher, while their son, with a Seventh Rank martial soul, would need about two years to break through from the Second Stage to the Third Stage.

Would their son really be able to beat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting?

“Unless, our son can consume three more spirit medicines like the Yang Fruit!” Huang Peng sighed, but where in the world could one find so many spirit medicines like the Yang Fruit for their son to encounter again by chance?!

Huang Xiaolong, seeing his parents’ expressions, knew they didn’t believe he could still beat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting.

“Father, Mother, in the future, I want to cultivate in the back mountain!” After some thought, Huang Xiaolong said.

This would also make it easier for him to cultivate the Yi Jin Jing. Otherwise, constantly running back and forth would be troublesome, and right now, Huang Xiaolong didn’t want to reveal that he was cultivating the Asura Sutra.

“No!” Su Yan shook her head almost without thinking.

Huang Peng added, “Xiaolong, I know you want to go to the back mountain to cultivate in peace, but you are only at the Second Stage, and it’s too dangerous!”

Huang Xiaolong had anticipated his parents’ opposition. After all, he was only a seven-year-old child, and no parents would let their seven-year-old child leave the manor to cultivate.

“Father, Mother, I will only stay in the outer area of the back mountain. As long as I don’t enter the deep parts, there won’t be any danger!” Huang Xiaolong said. “Don’t worry.”

However, no matter how Huang Xiaolong tried to persuade them, Huang Peng and Su Yan refused to agree.

“Then, what if I can beat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting?” Huang Xiaolong, feeling helpless, changed his tone.

“Beat Huang Wei?!” Huang Peng and Su Yan looked at their son.

“If you can really beat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting, then I will allow you to go to the back mountain to cultivate!” After a moment, Huang Peng said thoughtfully. “But, we’ll see after you beat Huang Wei at the next annual meeting.”

“Alright then!” Huang Xiaolong said. If that was the case, he would have to wait another year. There was no other way.

In the North Hall, Huang Wei, hearing his father Huang Ming recount his grandfather Huang Qide’s decision in the main hall, couldn’t help but smile brightly. “Grandfather is wise, knowing that the Spirit Pool would be wasted on that boy!”

Huang Ming, returning from the main hall, was also in a good mood. Hearing this, he smiled. “Since your grandfather has given you the opportunity to cultivate in the Spirit Pool, don’t disappoint him or me. Although you have high talent, you still need to work hard!”

Huang Wei smiled. “Father, rest assured. After entering the Spirit Pool for cultivation, I will definitely break through to the Third Stage within a year!” He said this, his eyes filled with intense hatred. “At the next annual meeting, I will make that little dog kneel before me and cripple his hands and feet!”

After returning to the small courtyard from the East Hall, Huang Xiaolong didn’t continue cultivating the Asura Sutra but took out the diagram from the Asura Sutra.

Now that he had broken through to the Fourth Stage, he could start cultivating martial techniques.

The diagram contained a set of martial techniques. One was the Asura Sword Technique, designed to be used with the Asura Blade, and the other was the Asura Ghost Claw.

The Asura Sword Technique had eighteen moves, each with three variations. The Asura Ghost Claw, however, had fewer moves, only five.

After reviewing the Asura Sword Technique and the Asura Ghost Claw, Huang Xiaolong’s gaze fell on the first small diagram of the Asura Sword Technique. He decided to start with the Asura Sword Technique.

Leaving his room, he came to the small courtyard and summoned the Asura Blade. He recalled the attack posture and the flow of qi for the first small diagram of the Asura Sword Technique. With a swing of the Asura Blade, several dozen blade lights appeared in the air, slowly rotating and forming two wind masses that continuously spun and rolled in the courtyard.

The first move of the Asura Sword Technique: Hell’s Wind.

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