"Son!!"
"Aiyoyo, you're finally back! Do you know that I've been worried sick for the past few days?! "
"I heard that the entire northwest region isn't peaceful now, especially the House of Guardians. It's even more chaotic! The mountains are shaking, and the Demon Kings and Demon Emperors are all over the place. It's so scary! "
"Thank goodness my son is still whole. He's back safe and sound. God bless him, ancestors bless him!"
As soon as Yang Fan entered the house, he was surrounded by his mother and nagged for a long time. When she saw that he was back safe and sound, she gradually calmed down, but her eyes were also red.
She had been so worried these days that she couldn't sleep well for several days. Even her eye bags were a lot heavier.
"Alright, alright. It's a good thing that our son is back safe and sound. What are you crying for?" Yang Chaoyue came out of the kitchen with a big bowl of egg noodles and scolded Zhao Linglan. Then he smiled at Yang Fan and said, "Fan 'er, you must be starving. Come, come, come. Dad just cooked some egg noodles for you. Hurry up and eat!"
Yang Fan's heart was filled with warmth. It felt good to be home, and even better to be cared for by his parents.
"Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad!"
Seeing Yang Chaoyue put a big bowl of noodles with egg on the table in the living room, Yang Fan's gluttony was aroused. He thanked Yang Chaoyue's parents and kissed Yang Chaoyue's white face. After that, he rushed to the table and began to eat noodles with big mouthfuls.
To be honest, Yang Chaoyue's current culinary skills were far inferior to Yang Fan's. However, Yang Fan still liked this mouthful of noodles made by Yang Chaoyue. Yang Chaoyue always felt that there were endless memories of his childhood in it, as well as the love that Father Yang was not good at showing.
To put it in a more artistic way, what Yang Fan was eating now wasn't noodles, but Father Yang's sincerity. It was endless family love.
"You're already so big, but you're still so naughty!"
After being sneakily kissed by her son, Zhao Linglan's mood instantly brightened up. She glanced proudly at the jealous Yang Chaoyue beside her, looking extremely proud.
Sure enough, her son was still the closest to her as his mother. Hmph, hmph, I just won't kiss you. With a face full of stubble, anyone who looks at you will despise you!
Yang Chaoyue turned his head and pretended not to see anything.
"How is it, son? Dad's cooking skills are not bad, right? This is a Demonic Beast egg specially left for you. The spiritual energy inside is very rich! "
Yang Chaoyue sat down across from Yang Fan and smiled as he watched Yang Fan wolf down his food.
As a father who was a chef, Yang Chaoyue's favorite thing to do in this life was to watch his children eat the food he cooked with a satisfied look on their faces.
"There's nothing to say!" While eating, Yang Fan gave Yang Chaoyue a thumbs up. "Dad's culinary skills are getting better and better!"
Yang Chaoyue laughed heartily. His vanity was instantly satisfied. He couldn't help but glance proudly at Zhao Linglan.
Zhao Linglan rolled her eyes at him in annoyance. He was already so old, so why was he still as childish as a child? Did he think he could fly to heaven after being praised by his son? What was so great about that?
Zhao Linglan also moved to sit beside Yang Fan. She asked Yang Fan with concern, "Didn't you say that you would be back in a week at most? Why were you delayed for so long? The college entrance exams are the day after tomorrow. Your dad and I thought that you wouldn't be able to make it back in time!
"Also, what's your cultivation level now? Why can't I see through it at all?"
Zhao Linglan sized up Yang Fan curiously and asked softly, "Don't tell me you've already advanced to a high-level Martial Master?"
Zhao Linglan was a level two Martial Master. Although her cultivation level wasn't high, in the eyes of ordinary people, she could be considered a great expert.
Now, even she could sense Yang Fan's cultivation level. It was inevitable that she would overthink.
"More or less! I've gained quite a lot from this trip to the Defender's Residence. My improvement is slightly faster! "
Yang Fan nodded vaguely. He didn't dare to tell the truth. He was afraid that if he revealed his true cultivation level, his parents' hearts wouldn't be able to take it and their blood pressure would soar again.
"Good, good, good!" Zhao Linglan nodded happily and laughed heartily. "High-level Martial Master is good. You'll definitely have more confidence in the college entrance exams! Who knows, you might even be able to get into one of the top ten schools in the Federation! "
"Yes, yes. Fan 'er is much more promising than us. If he can really get into one of the top ten schools in the Federation, his future achievements will definitely not be small!"
Yang Chaoyue's face also bloomed like a flower. His son was promising, and as his father, he was also proud.
No matter how great the commotion outside was, in Zhao Linglan's and Yang Chaoyue's hearts, the college entrance exams were still a major event that could change Yang Fan's fate.
Especially after Yang Fan had shown them his current martial arts talent. Yang Chaoyue and his wife, who had originally wanted to let Yang Fan stay in the shop to continue the family business, suddenly became enthusiastic.
Since their son was destined to become a martial artist, for ordinary families like them, the annual college entrance exams held by the Federation government were undoubtedly more important.
Whether or not their son could get into a good martial arts university was directly related to their son Yang Fan's future achievements and prospects. They couldn't afford to be careless.
"Dad, Mom, don't worry. I'm determined to get into this year's college entrance exams!" Yang Fan reassured his parents and said confidently, "As long as I want to, whether it's Jinghua University or the Federation martial arts university, I'll be able to choose any one of them!"
He wasn't bragging.
After all, Jinghua University's old professor, Monk Hua, had invited Yang Fan more than once. He even publicly said that no matter how Yang Fan's college entrance exam results were this year, as long as Yang Fan was willing, it was just a matter of opening his mouth.
"Mm, mm, not bad. You're very confident!" Yang Chaoyue nodded satisfactorily, but still reminded him in the end, "But you still have to treat it seriously. Don't be arrogant and complacent, understand?"
"Understand what! So what if I'm arrogant? If people with real skills are arrogant, then they're confident. If people without real skills are arrogant, then they're complacent! "
Zhao Linglan rolled her eyes at Yang Chaoyue in dissatisfaction and said loudly, "My son has real skills. There's nothing wrong with being a little confident!"
Yang Chaoyue was unconvinced. "You're a loser!"
Zhao Linglan: "My son, I'm willing!"
"…"
Slurp! Slurp!
Yang Fan ate his noodles while watching Father and Mother Yang bicker with each other. It was really good.
Growing up in such a family environment, he was already used to the way Father and Mother Yang interacted with each other. He didn't find it annoying and even felt a little warm.
Gulp! Gulp!
Three minutes later, the entire bowl was filled to the brim with soup and noodles. It was all in Yang Fan's stomach. A warm feeling spread throughout his body.
Seeing that there were clean teacups on the table, Yang Fan casually took two. Then, with a thought, he directly poured ten drops of thousand-year-old Spiritual Chalcedony into each cup. He then served one each to Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Linglan.
"Dad, Mom, this is a local specialty I brought back from the House of Guardians. Quick, try it. It's delicious!"
Yang Fan didn't say what it was and directly handed it to his parents.
Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Linglan took it curiously and lowered their heads to take a look. The transparent liquid inside glowed faintly and only covered the bottom of the cup. It wasn't even enough to fill the cup.
"It can't be some good wine. It looks good, but it's a little too little."
Yang Chaoyue put the cup to his nose and sniffed lightly. He could feel a faint fragrance coming from the cup. It was refreshing.
"It's a local specialty of the House of Guardians. It's a little too little, but the taste is really good. Quick, try it!"
Yang Fan didn't explain further and urged them softly.
Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Linglan didn't hesitate and drank the thousand-year-old Spiritual Chalcedony in the cup.
"Fan 'er, this is …"
"What rich spiritual energy! No, it's a little bloated! "
As soon as the Spiritual Chalcedony entered their stomachs, Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Linglan felt a swelling pain in their lower abdomens. Without saying anything, they sat down on the chairs and entered a meditative state.
They activated their skills and continuously absorbed and refined the endless spiritual energy from the thousand-year-old Spiritual Chalcedony into their bodies, turning it into a part of their Qi and blood cultivation.
Ten drops of Spiritual Chalcedony was the limit they could absorb and refine. If they took any more, there was a risk that they would explode from the spiritual energy.
Yang Fan scanned the two elders with his divine sense and saw that they had completely entered a meditative state. The spiritual energy in their bodies was also controlled to the limit they could bear. He was slightly relieved.
Now, he was no longer the same as before. The resources in his storage space were also abundant. Naturally, he had to put his parents' cultivation on the agenda.
In the apocalyptic world, strength was the foundation of stability. Yang Fan didn't want his parents to be in danger because of their lack of strength when he wasn't by their side.
The thousand-year-old Spiritual Chalcedony had gentle effects. Not only was it rich in spiritual energy, it could also improve a martial artist's physique. It was suitable for low-level martial artists like Father Yang and Mother Yang.
Boom!
The spiritual energy in the air vibrated slightly.
In just a moment, Mother Yang and Zhao Linglan had successfully broken through the bottleneck that had troubled her for many years and entered the realm of a third-level Martial Master.
After that.
Yang Chaoyue also smoothly broke through and directly entered the realm of a second-level Martial Master.
Yang Fan let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed that the effect was not bad. The two elders had successfully used the effect of the thousand-year-old Spiritual Chalcedony to advance their cultivation by another level. It seemed that their martial arts talent was not as bad as imagined.
"Squeak squeak!"
"Master, you're finally back!"
With a whoosh, a white stream of light flew down from upstairs and rushed to Yang Fan's shoulder. The Spirit Devouring Rat looked at Yang Fan with great excitement. It felt like it was crying tears of joy and its voice was trembling.
"Master, Little Gold has been waiting for you to come back. These days, Little Gold has been bullied badly. You must avenge Little Gold!"
As soon as it opened its mouth, the Spirit Devouring Rat began to complain to Yang Fan. It was as if it had seen a long-lost relative. Its face was full of anger and grievance, and its eyes were red and watery.
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched. No wonder he felt that the color was a little off. It turned out that the silly mouse's body was wrapped in bandages, covering all of its golden fur.
What kind of situation was this?
The Spirit Devouring Rat was already a Fifth Grade Fey General, how could it be so miserable in West Chu City?
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