Invincible cultivation strengthens: my son is a troublemaker-Chapter 109: Pretending Again!

"You... you..."

The red-haired ancestor stared fiercely at Zhou Xiang, unable to say anything more, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He knew he had lost.

Lost completely.

When the other showed the cultivation of the Saint Realm, he had no chance to turn the tables — even if the opponent was wrong, they were right!

"Good, good, good!"

Finally, he shouted "good" three times, gritting his teeth and leaving, while the already petrified Zhou Entropy was carried away by others.

The surrounding crowd remained silent.

They knew that this matter had reached its conclusion, marked decisively by the forceful return of this monstrous genius.

"Xiang Er!"

At this moment, an excited voice rang out, it was Zhou Xiang’s grandfather, the fifth elder of the Zhou Family.

He quickly ran over and directly gave Zhou Xiang his signature neck lock; only this time, he didn’t cover his mouth.

He was so moved that tears flowed freely, and he trembled as he spoke, "Xiang Er, you have finally returned to the right path, finally come back... do you know how I’ve lived these past three years?"

Zhou Xiang thought for a moment, and uncertainly said, "Could it be... every night... hitting the maidservants?"

Ugh!

The next moment, his mouth was covered by his own grandfather.

The fifth elder looked around in a panic, only to find the surrounding family experts appeared indifferent, looking straight ahead.

In fact, these people, though silent on the surface, inwardly disdained the fifth elder’s fuss — small-minded, how small-minded!

As an elder of the family, with high rank and power, who doesn’t hit a few maidservants at night? Really think all those beautiful and graceful maidservants are just for serving tea and sweeping the floor?

Vulgar!

Shallow!!

The conservative fifth elder naturally had no idea that people’s tolerance had reached such a level.

Seeing no one was paying attention to him, he breathed a sigh of relief and then quietly warned his grandson — "Never speak of the maidservants again!"

"Okay, Grandpa."

Zhou Xiang agreed readily, then while pulling his chubby head out of his grandfather’s neck lock, he smiled ingratiatingly and said:

"Well... I should go back to slaughter pigs, there are still thousands of pigs waiting to be slaughtered at the pig farm, I’m afraid they’re getting impatient."

Wow!

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, everyone was stunned, and the fifth elder exploded on the spot.

"What! You still want to slaughter pigs?!"

He thought his grandson had returned to the right path and abandoned that ridiculed habit, but unexpectedly, he was still incorrigible.

What could be done?

He took a deep breath, asked as gently as possible, "Can you not slaughter pigs?"

"No."

Zhou Xiang said seriously.

He didn’t explain much because he knew, except for his teacher Qin Chuan, no one could truly understand him.

Since that’s the case, what’s the point of explaining?

It’s like a person locked in a mental hospital, no matter how much he explains he isn’t mentally ill, no one believes him.

If you say you’re not mentally ill, people will say, mentally ill people say that.

If you say you are mentally ill, they’ll say, finally you admit you’re mentally ill.

If you say nothing, they’ll say, this mentally ill person is somewhat depressed, perhaps it’s some new type of mental illness...

In short, some preconceived notions are hard to reverse, those who don’t understand you, perhaps never will.

The fifth elder’s face twitched slightly with his grandson’s firm answer, his mood became heavy.

He knew his grandson very well. When this kid gave up cultivation and started slaughtering pigs, he was also this stubborn, no matter what methods were used to bring him back, in the end, he had to let him slaughter pigs.

"No, no!!"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, he asked, "You’ve been slaughtering pigs these three years, not cultivating, how did your cultivation improve?"

Zhou Xiang thought for a moment and spoke truthfully, "Killing pigs makes me feel good, when I feel good, I want to break through, so I break through naturally."

"Of course, there’s also an invisible force that gathers on me as I keep slaughtering pigs."

"I don’t know what that is, but it creates an odd feeling in my heart, like... whenever I want to break through, I can."

Upon hearing this, the fifth elder was stunned.

The others around were also stunned, it was the first time they’d heard such a thing.

"This is momentum."

At this moment, a calm voice sounded, mysterious with a touch of mysticism, catching everyone’s attention.

The crowd turned to see a handsome figure in white clothes slowly stepping out, standing with hands behind his back, gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, saying, "In the world, there’s a mysterious power called momentum."

"This power gathers with one’s confidence."

"The more confident a person is, the stronger the momentum gathered on them becomes, and when this momentum reaches a certain level, nothing is impossible."

"Even when momentum grows strong enough, even the power of fate will be harnessed by it, there has been an idiom ’momentum is unstoppable’, which speaks of this momentum!"

"And the competition among geniuses is also about this momentum, when a genius suppresses all rivals, they will generate boundless confidence, and all the geniuses’ momentum will gather onto them."

"Such a person can dazzle an entire era!"

Though his voice wasn’t loud, it resonated like a thunderclap in the clear sky, shaking everyone’s minds to their core.

These words gave them immense shock.

Of course, Qin Chuan wasn’t making it up, because it was distilled from numerous fantasy novels, and presumably applies in this world too.

"But Zhou Xiang hasn’t competed with geniuses, he’s been cooped up in the slaughterhouse, from where did he gather such strong momentum?"

The fifth elder asked.

Qin Chuan looked at him, calmly said, "Every person’s way of gathering momentum is different, and his way is slaughtering pigs."

"He treats every act of pig slaughter as a battle, not just with the pigs, but with himself, he experiences thousands of such battles daily, and wins them!"

"Winning thousands of seriously considered battles daily, the momentum gathered surely is strong."

The fifth elder’s mouth hung open, then he dumbly asked, "Can others slaughter pigs too for the same?"

Everyone else looked at Qin Chuan expectantly, with endless anticipation, if possible, they could all rise!

"Impossible."

Qin Chuan shook his head slightly, said indifferently, "You all lack his mindset because you could never treat slaughtering a pig as a battle, you lack that devotion."

"Slaughtering pigs is his unique talent, and his unique path, others... cannot walk it."

"Human talent inherently varies, some can become a Realm Emperor, a Martial Emperor, while others can only stop at the Pure Yang realm, the Nirvana realm, this isn’t something that can be reasoned, some people are destined to only be admired."

Everyone fell silent.

They all forced a bitter smile, such an outcome made them unwilling yet wasn’t unexpected, there was also some regret.

The fifth elder remained silent for a long time, then took a deep breath, raised his wrinkled forehead, looked at the tall white figure, and asked respectfully, "You... who exactly are you?"

Wow!

All eyes were on Qin Chuan.

After speaking those "earth-shattering words", in their eyes, Qin Chuan suddenly became boundlessly mysterious, unfathomable!

He resembled a towering mountain rising abruptly before them, piercing through the clouds, high and mighty, making it hard to even see his summit.

"Heh, who am I?"

Qin Chuan slightly tilted his head, smiled noncommittally, his clear and bright voice slowly echoed.

"Heaven and Earth are the inn of all things, time is the traveler of a hundred generations, and I... am merely a traveler in this world."

Wow!

Coincidentally, a breeze swept through, making his white garments flutter, turning him elegant and mysterious, like an Immortal descending from beyond the nine skies, ready to be taken by the wind at any time...

"Father..."

Qin Zi watched his father dumbfounded, his gaze unfocused.

He realized he still didn’t understand his father well enough, this man, always more mysterious, profound, and great than he imagined.

Unknowingly, the ring on his hand seemed to grow damper.