Chapter 3 No one can escape the law of true fragrance

The Yang family residence is of extraordinary grandeur, with tall stone pillars supporting the solemn and dignified roof between the eaves. The magnificent murals on the walls depict colorful landscapes, which are timeless and unique.

The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the sound of flowing water in the rockery, the play of goldfish, and the fragrance of roses. In the depths of the courtyard, there was a pavilion, and a figure was swaying in the red lacquered railings. It was a young man in white who was performing martial arts.

The young man stood in the center of the octagonal pavilion, his black hair fluttering in the wind.

He was wearing a white robe and black pants, with a wide belt around his waist, looking handsome and majestic.

With a swift punch, the air in front of him seemed to be torn apart by this force, making a "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air.

Before his fists had subsided, his footsteps were already as swift and agile as the wind, leaving a trail of afterimages on the field.

His moves were swift and powerful. He used all his strength to punch and kick. His fists were like cannons, his legs were like iron whips, and his every move was terrifying.

Yang Ling stood in the distance and watched quietly, unable to help revealing a hint of pride on his face.

This young man was none other than his eldest son Yang Zhao!

Although he is only six years old, he has already been practicing martial arts and strengthening the body with a famous teacher for two years. He has also gained some understanding of the Qi-refining method taught by his mother and has stepped into the world of Qi-refiners.

Moreover, he has a calm, obedient and sensible personality. He works very seriously and hard at everything he does, just like a little adult. He only occasionally reveals his childish side in front of his parents.

No matter from which perspective, they are the template of "other people's children".

"Crack!"

With a crisp breaking sound, Yang Zhao finally finished his move after breaking the wooden railing with one kick.

He stood in the middle of the pavilion, his chest heaving violently, his eyes flashing with determination, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

After a while, he stepped forward to check the broken railing, scratched his head, and seemed to be worrying about how to get away with it.

Until then, he looked like a normal child who was afraid of being punished by his parents for being naughty.

Yang Ling laughed secretly upon seeing this and was about to step forward when he suddenly had an idea. He thought to himself, since the boss likes to practice martial arts, why not teach him the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power?
As long as he can master this mysterious skill, he will be able to protect himself when the disaster of annihilation of the entire family comes in the future!
With this thought in mind, Yang Ling quickly took off a jade token from his neck.

The jade plaque was square, about the size of a matchbox, with four ancient Chinese characters "万相如意" carved on one side.

The moment he took off the jade token, Yang Ling's aura suddenly changed. Just standing there motionless, he was like a towering mountain that made people look up to him.

From a distance, it looks even more like an immortal, floating like a fairy!

This Wan Xiang Ru Yi card was opened by him from a blind box. Not only can it change one's image at will, but it also has the magical effect of concealing one's aura when carried with him.

The reason why he has been able to remain low-key all these years is thanks to this treasure.

After revealing his true aura, he flashed in front of Yang Zhao, scaring the six-year-old boy.

However, Yang Zhao calmed down in an instant, and did not cry or make a fuss. Instead, he asked curiously, "Why did father come back so early today?"

"Get well soon. Come back early so you can spend more time with your son!"

Yang Ling smiled and bent down, then took out five books from his arms, opened them like a folding fan, and said with a smile: "Young man, your father just passed by here and saw that you have amazing bones and are a rare martial arts genius...

I have a book of peerless profound skill called "The Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power". Since I see that you have a destiny with it, I'd like to give it to you!

But you must not tell anyone, not even your mother!"

Yang Zhao blinked, "Are these all picture books?" "These are not picture books, but real magical skills!"

"But father, didn't you tell me to concentrate on practicing Qi with mother and not learn those messy tricks?"

"This is not some trick!"

As Yang Ling spoke, he put away the book in his hand, decisively raised his finger and tapped his son's brow, pouring all his insights into "The Divine Elephant Prison Power" into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He not only wants to teach them the mysterious skills, but also help them to become enlightened.

Originally, there was a very high threshold for practicing the "Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power", because it was difficult for ordinary people to imagine themselves as 840 million particles.

Some people would find it difficult to cross this threshold in their entire life, but Yang Ling's current actions were equivalent to directly carrying his son into the threshold.

He withdrew his fingers, looked at his son who had involuntarily sat cross-legged on the ground and entered a state of ecstasy, and nodded with satisfaction.

With his insights, the barriers to cultivation no longer exist!

Although such an action may seem like forcing things to happen, it undoubtedly greatly shortens the practice time and improves the efficiency of practice.

It won’t take long before Yang Zhao can cultivate the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power to the level of the Giant Elephant!

He took off the jade token, restored his original appearance, sat beside and watched over his son quietly, and sent back several maids who came to check on the situation.

It was not until the sun set that Yang Zhao finally woke up from his meditation.

As his eyes opened and closed, it seemed as if a flash of lightning passed by.

He jumped up instinctively and began to practice every move according to the exercise route of the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power in his mind. Even his father who was sitting next to him did not notice him, as it was obvious that all his thoughts were focused on the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power.

"This brat..."

Yang Ling curled his lips. He just said he didn't want to learn, but now he is practicing so intently. It turns out that no one can escape the law of true fragrance!
Seeing that it was getting dark, he could only cough forcefully twice, which attracted Yang Zhao's attention.

"Father!"

Realizing that his father was still nearby, Yang Zhao quickly stopped and looked at Yang Ling in shock, "How come you have such a powerful profound skill?"

“You know how powerful it is now?” Yang Ling teased, and then said seriously: “Practice this Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power first, and don’t tell anyone for the time being! In case someone with ulterior motives asks you about your skills…

There are many bad people in this world, you must learn to protect yourself!

Unless you have reached the state of being invincible, if you have ten points of strength, you must hide five points and only show five points of strength. In this way, when those bad guys use seven points of strength against you, you will be able to knock them all down!
Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Well, I understand, I will listen to my father!"

Yang Zhao nodded heavily, as if he had made up his mind.

Seeing that he listened, Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction.

For a father, it is a wonderful thing to be able to pass on his life experience to his children and gain their recognition and acceptance.

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(End of this chapter)