(A new chapter begins, and a new journey begins.)
Eager to return home, the horse galloped!
Xiaohu Town was right in front of him under the sun.
Chen Zong was indescribably excited.
After entering the Clan Hall, he was not allowed to leave for a year as a Martial Disciple. If he wanted to return home, he had to either become a warrior or be expelled.
The maroon horse attracted the attention of many townspeople, but they did not recognize Chen Zong. After eleven months, Chen Zong had become a warrior again. Only those who were familiar with him could recognize him due to the changes in his appearance and temperament.
They entered the Chen family's territory.
"Who is that?"
"So handsome."
Some of the Chen family's disciples stared at Chen Zong's figure, confused and envious.
"Chen Zong!"
Chen Zhongjie and Chen Dalei would never forget Chen Zong's appearance. Even if he had changed, they could still recognize him at a glance.
"Why is this guy back?"
"Was he expelled by the Clan Hall?"
"It should be. This guy was so lucky that he defeated Brother Gang and became a disciple of the Clan Hall. Now, he has shown his true colors." Chen Zhongjie said repeatedly, inexplicably excited. Chen Dalei, however, remained silent. He did not think it was that simple. If he was expelled, how could he ride such a fine horse?
The horse stopped in front of the house. Chen Zong jumped off the horse. Perhaps he heard the sound of horse galloping outside, so the door opened, and a tall and thin figure walked out.
Chen Zhengtang!
"Father." Chen Zong shouted.
"Son." Chen Zhengtang rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was seeing things. When he looked again, he was sure that it was his son, Chen Zong. He could not help but smile.
Chen Zong could see that his father's hair was whiter, and his face was paler than before, but he looked more energetic.
Chen Zhengtang could also see the changes in Chen Zong. He was completely different from when he left.
At this time, another petite figure walked out of the house, which stunned Chen Zong.
…
After listening to his father's story, Chen Zong finally understood.
It turned out that not long after he went to the Clan Hall, his mother's sister, the husband of his concubine, went hunting in the mountains. Unfortunately, he was killed by a monster, leaving the mother and son behind.
Under normal circumstances, his concubine could feed herself and her son alone. However, her son's appetite was too much, and she was not strong enough. She had no choice but to bring her son to the Chen's house in Xiaohu Town to seek shelter with Chen Zhengtang. Before that, she did not know that Chen Zhengtang had lost his cultivation...
However, since they were already here, Chen Zhengtang decided to let them stay here so that they could take care of each other.
"Auntie, don't worry and stay here," Chen Zong said with a smile. He could vaguely imagine his mother's appearance from his auntie's appearance.
"Alright." Concubine Yang Biqing nodded. She looked at Chen Zong with a very gentle gaze.
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. "Father, concubine, I've become a warrior," Chen Zong said with a smile.
"Good boy. Haha, I knew you could do it." Chen Zhengtang was relieved. He was too concerned about his son.
"This child, Chen Zong, has inherited Brother-in-law's talent. He will definitely become a warrior," Yang Biqing said with a smile. Although she was not very beautiful, she had a kind of demure demeanor.
"Did you succeed in your first attempt?" Chen Zhengtang asked.
"Yes, I just broke through a few days ago."
Chen Zhengtang didn't ask any more questions. He thought that Chen Zong had broken through after tempering his blood qi three times. He didn't know that Chen Zong had only broken through after tempering his blood qi seven times. Since he didn't ask, Chen Zong didn't say anything either.
They were like a happy family of three.
At this time, the door was pushed open and two figures walked in.
"Mother, uncle, I'm back." The low voice was like the sound of a large bell. Chen Zong looked over and saw a big guy with a very young face. Beside the big guy was Chen Yiming.
"Yiming," Chen Zong greeted with a smile.
"You are … Brother Zong." Chen Yiming looked at Chen Zong and was very excited. "Brother Zong, why are you back?"
"I've reached the fourth stage of the Blood Qi realm and became a warrior, so I came back to take a look," Chen Zong said with a smile. He was very excited to see his old friend.
"Chen Zong, let me introduce you. This is your concubine's son, Yang Lie. He just turned twelve." Chen Zhengtang introduced, "Ah Lie, this is my son, Chen Zong. You can call him Brother Zong like Yiming."
"Brother Zong." Yang Lie scratched his head and smiled honestly.
"I'll call you Ah Lie." Chen Zong said with a smile. He felt warm in his heart. He had never felt this warm since he was a child.
Although Yang Lie was only twelve years old, he was not inferior to Chen Zong in terms of height. Moreover, he was strong but not bloated. He seemed to be full of strength.
"Brother Zong, Brother Zong, I've already started teaching Ah Lie the Tiger Strength Fist Technique," Chen Yiming said anxiously.
Since Yang Biqing and Yang Lie had decided to settle down here, they were considered part of the Chen family. Since Yang Lie was also twelve years old, he naturally had the right to practice the Chen family's Foundation Establishment martial arts.
"Thank you for your hard work," Chen Zong said with a smile.
"Brother Zong, guess how strong Ah Lie is?" Chen Yiming asked mysteriously. Chen Zong saw the smiles on Chen Zhengtang and Yang Biqing's faces. Could Yang Lie be born with great strength like Chen Guzhan?
"You'll be scared to death if I tell you. Ah Lie's cultivation hasn't reached the first level of the Qi and Blood realm, but his arm strength is 250 kilograms." Chen Yiming laughed.
Chen Zong was really shocked.
Arm strength of 250 kilograms!
This was the standard strength of someone at the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood realm.
It turned out that his younger brother, whom he had just met, was born with great strength.
If he raised his cultivation to the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood realm, how strong would his arm strength be?
500 kilograms?
Or even higher?
Suddenly, Chen Zong's heart was filled with hope.
"Since Ah Lie is born with great strength, the Tiger Strength Fist Technique is not suitable for him to practice. He won't be able to fully utilize his advantages," Chen Zong said.
"In our branch family, there are only three Foundation Establishment Martial Techniques. Only the Tiger Strength Fist Technique is suitable for Ah Lie to practice." Chen Zhengtang also knew, but that was the reality.
"I saw a Foundation Establishment Martial Technique in the family hall called the Heavy Fist Technique. It's most suitable for people with great strength to practice. The effect is also better than the Tiger Strength Fist Technique. I'll teach Ah Lie the Heavy Fist Technique in the next few days," Chen Zong said.
"Thank you, Brother Zong," Yang Lie quickly said.
"Chen Zong, get out here." A voice full of malice sounded from outside the house.
"It's Chen Zhigang." Chen Yiming's expression changed. He quickly said, "Brother Zong, ever since he was defeated by you, Chen Zhigang has been training hard every day. He seems to have mastered a technique that can increase his strength and make him more powerful."
"Okay." Chen Zong stood up and walked out of the house. He was met with the fierce gazes of Chen Zhigang, Chen Dalei, and Chen Zhongjie.
"Chen Zong, when I lost to you that day, I worked even harder in order to defeat you one day. Today, the opportunity has finally come." Chen Zhigang's eyes were fierce. He took the Tiger Strength Fist Technique's starting stance. It was as if he was going to transform into a fierce tiger. His skin was slightly red.
Chen Zong could tell at a glance that Chen Zhigang's Tiger Strength Fist Technique had reached perfection. Perhaps he would be able to break through and reach perfection soon.
Moreover, Chen Zhigang also practiced a Blood Qi Refinement Technique, but he didn't know if it was the Tiger Roar Technique.
Chen Zong could tell from the redness of Chen Zhigang's skin that Chen Zhigang's Blood Qi had been refined three times.
"Tiger Rush!" With a roar, Chen Zhigang broke out at full speed. His fist was like a fierce tiger rushing to kill. It smashed the air and blasted towards Chen Zong without mercy.
Chen Zong just casually swung his left fist. With a bang, Chen Zong's body did not move. Chen Zhigang flew out like a gourd and hit Chen Dalei and Chen Zhongjie. They both fell to the ground.
One punch!
With just one punch, Chen Zhigang was defeated even though he had obviously improved his strength. Chen Zhigang was stunned.
"Hahahaha, Chen Zhigang, now you know how powerful I am." Chen Yiming couldn't stop laughing: "Brother Zong is now a warrior. You can't compare to him at all."
"Chen Zhigang, if you want to deal with me, I welcome it. But if you think about my father, my aunt, and my brother Yang Lie, then I will let you know the consequences." His calm tone contained a bit of fierce killing intent. The ear-piercing sound of metal echoed. A dazzling sword light flashed, as if it could cut the void. The fine iron sword was unsheathed and pointed at Chen Zhigang. Chen Zhigang felt a chill all over his body.
"I, Chen Zhigang, am not that despicable." Chen Zhigang stood up, his face pale. He gritted his teeth and said.
Chen Zong put his sword back into the sheath.
This small interlude did not affect Chen Zong's mood. He was indeed unwilling to let the joy and warmth he felt upon returning home be destroyed because of this. After returning home and returning to the clan hall, it was very likely that he would not have the time to return for a very long time.
In the next few days, Chen Zong taught Yang Lie how to cultivate the Herculean Fist.
He had never deliberately studied the Herculean Punch before, but after seeing Chen Guzhan execute it many times, he understood every move and stance in his heart. As long as he spent some time comprehending it, he would be able to grasp it very quickly. It was more than enough to guide Yang Lie in his cultivation.
Yang Lie was born with great strength, but he was relatively simple-minded and honest. It was difficult for him to cultivate a skill-based martial art. The Herculean Fist, a simple and direct martial art that focused on crushing opponents, was just right for him. Therefore, he made good progress.
Chen Yiming's cultivation had already reached the peak of the third level of the Qi and Blood realm. His Tiger Strength Fist Technique had also broken through to the realm of Mastery. Chen Zong further guided him, allowing him to have a deeper understanding of the Tiger Strength Fist Technique. He estimated that he would be able to reach the peak of Mastery by the time the clan's Martial Disciple Tournament came.
As for his father, with his aunt's care, his life became more regular.
In these few days, the head of the family and the elders also came. After confirming that Chen Zong had become a warrior, they were all very happy. They also asked about Chen Yuyao and Chen Yidao's situation.
In the blink of an eye, five days had passed. It was also the time for Chen Zong to leave.
Chen Zong took out all the 30 Energy Pills he had left. He gave 10 of them to Chen Yiming. They would come in handy after Chen Yiming entered the clan hall to learn the Tiger Roar Technique. The remaining 20 were left for Yang Lie.
"Brother Zong, I'll go to the clan hall to look for you soon," Chen Yiming shouted at Chen Zong's back as he rode away.
Chen Zong waved his hand to indicate that he had heard.
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