Cultivation

At this moment, Zang Wayne remembered his family. In a large villa with a bloomed appearance stood a considerable estate. Although it didn't carry any noble designs or style, it stood out. In a particular study room, something special ensued. Someone forced the small Zang Wayne to read so many historical books. The tall, arrogant woman closely monitored him—this woman had an impassive expression. But she also had an elegant face. However, she was also very young, in her mid-twenties. The lady wore a white hanfu suit, and she had long black hair and domineering eyes. This person was Ming-hea Mine, Wayne's mother. Of course, her relationship with Wayne was distant. Honestly, Wayne didn't know if his mother was soft on the inside or not, but he remembered that she treated him with strictness. Perhaps, it was her nature as she loved to be dominant. Even his father had to be respectful. But in fact, his dad didn't care; he was carefree and undisturbed. He only cared about his research.

At this moment, Zang Gong was in the courtyard; the whole place was tiled with tarmac. This person was not only martial art genius but also an encyclopedia. He was not bothered by the woman's behavior—her attitude mesmerized him the more. However, Ming-hea Mine had to be more domineering because Zang Gong had many admirers as he was slender, charming, and gifted. At this moment, Zang Gong was behaving a little strangely as he lay on the mattress in the courtyard; he monitored various equipment that he dropped on the sun. In fact, this person had a cunning and playful aura. But at this moment, sweat washed his white face from his short blue hair. His purple pupils had a ring of light. He wore a red hanfu suit. A yellow scroll lay below a kind of ancient glass as the sun penetrated the scroll. The yellow scroll was empty at first; however, with the unruly sun bashing on the scroll, various ancient texts began to appear. At this moment, Zang Gong smiled.

"Gong!" just as Zang Gong busied himself with his achievement, he heard his name. He immediately sighed.

His figure flashed and disappeared. He appeared inside the study room, where the mother and son sat a little distant from each other under intense pressure. As he appeared, he sighed inside. This woman was indeed too strict on the child. How did she expect the kid to learn all those things?

"Gong, you have been playing around with garbage, claiming you are researching some unknown ghosts. But your son can't even handle a little study? Soon, those useless flowers would surround you. I am going to break your leg to restrict you from leaving." Mine said with an angry snort. But in fact, what she said was miserably unrelated.

"Madam, calm down. My experiment would be fruitful soon. Don't worry; I would credit my achievement to you so that your position with the scholar system would be elevated." Zang Gong waved his hand with a harmless smile.

"Really?" Mine asked with doubt as she raised her eyebrow.

This answer allowed Zang Gong to break the stalemate. So he moved forward in a carefree manner as he held the hand of Ming-hea Mine.

"You have to be lenient with the child lest he does the wrong thing."

"What if he does? Then he was never good enough." Mine said domineeringly.

"Wayne, go on. Go have your rest."

"Who gave him the permission to leave?"

However, before her speech, Gong kissed her and sealed her voice. Wayne had seen this many times, so he naturally understood that if his dad wanted him to leave: he could handle the dominator known as his mother.

"You know I only have him as you always mess around with too many flowers. Now, you want to separate him from me as well?"

"Who said that?"

Zang Gong knew that Ming-hea Mine was only insecure, so she acted domineering to satisfy her presumed loneliness. But of course, that would only drift the mother and son away. However, he didn't want to say anything to Wayne now because he knew he couldn't have given birth to a dunce. He must have deduced it by now, or he was in the process of figuring it out.

"You know I only love you. Why don't you make a special robe for me with your name boldly printed on it so that others would give way when they see me?" Gong grabbed her again and kissed her, not giving her the chance to respond.

At this moment, Wayne broke away from his reminiscence. He concentrated and controlled the tornado; he knew very well what his family looked like. His mother loved him but feared her child would separate from her, so she tried to control him. His father was even more carefree and did what he wanted without restraint. Wayne broke out a slight smile within the tornado: his mind was clear.

"Good! You've understood the process. Don't pressure yourself." Someone spoke to him. The spokesman sat a few meters away from the tornado controlled by Wayne. He was a middle-aged man with an arrogant expression. He wore a white hanfu suit that complemented his short black hair. On the back of the hanfu suit was designed a black dragon. He was a dragon lord master—Dai Xou.

"Now feel the direction of the wind more closely."

"Mhm!"

….

Zeal continued to trek with Sou Long as they discussed matters useful for cultivation. In fact, Sou Long enlightened Zeal, who had zero knowledge about these matters.

"I will teach you everything you need to know about martial art." Sou Long spoke more casually, but he couldn't hide his majestic voice.

"Yes, Master Sou!" Zeal answered enthusiastically.

"In martial art, there are three categories of people and three categories of powers." Sou Long began his lengthy explanation.

The first kind of people were mortals beings: they appeared extremely normal with the lowest kind of cultivation. The second type of people was the half immortal, and the third kind of people were the immortals. Of course, heaven divided the immortals into two kinds: the human and the non-human immortal. Getting to the (stage of) half and full-immortal, so many things could contribute to one's growth. Most cultivator conquers nature and other their deepest fear. In fact, many things combined to push people forward and show progress. Everything about cultivation was risky, and one had to put their very life on the line to make progress. In addition, they had to gain life and death experiences from close battles to better understand their powers and limits. There were also heaven and earth supplements used in progressing cultivation. These were pills born of heaven and earth. However, they were rare and greatly sorted after. In fact, while mortal cultivators were rampant and could be seen everywhere, half immortal were in the various hegemony, like the monarch, the school leaders, and the dragon lord masters. However, human immortals were the rarest, and we could say that none existed. If there wasn't any human-immortal, there couldn't be non-human immortals because those were gods. Only heaven could give birth to such destructive powers that were more destructive than heaven's calamities.

"Master Sou, what are these natural pills that you speak?"

"Pills are extremely rare. They can be purchased, created, and looted. In fact, major families that cultivate and practice martial arts are the ones in possession of pills. Also, when a particular family or sect is destroyed, their pills can be taken. Lastly, Alchemist can create these pills: they can give them away as reward or sell them."

"So that is how it is."

Hearing Zeal, Sou Long fixed his gaze on him for a while without saying anything. The child in front of him had a high IQ and EQ. He does not behave like a child of his age at all. Naturally, the day had become brighter with the heat of heaven burning gradually. But he had already perceived them, and they never came as a surprise.

"You said human immortals were rare, and non-human immortals were even rarer. Then is there no human immortal? If they exist, how does one kill them?"

Sou Long passed a long scrutinizing gaze at Zeal before he looked forward and continued forward. He remained quiet for quite a while with only the noise of their footsteps. At this moment, Sou Long sighed.

"While no one had lived to try it out, there might actually be a way."

"Really!?" Zeal asked anxiously.

"Don't be impatient." Sou Long glared coldly at Zeal; he sighed and patted his head. Sometimes the lad behaved like an adult, and other times, he was a typical child that was easily fascinated.