Invincible Divine Sword-Chapter 2 - Grandpa’s Favoritism
2 Chapter 2 Grandpa’s Favoritism
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What appeared behind Yang Xiaotian was a gigantic black tortoise.
The giant tortoise was entwined with a small black snake.
The black snake was so small that it was easily overlooked.
The moment everyone saw Yang Xiaotian’s Martial Soul, their faces were full of astonishment.
“What a big tortoise!” Suddenly, a master from Xingyue City burst out laughing, “It’s actually a Tortoise Martial Soul, haha, Yang Ming, your grandson’s Martial Soul is really quite unique.”
The crowd soon caught on, and many masters from Xingyue City laughed heartily.
Yang Ming looked at the giant tortoise above Yang Xiaotian’s head, his face turning ugly upon hearing those words.
A tortoise?
Although the tortoise was not a first-level useless Martial Soul, it was barely better than a useless one, an extremely ineffective second-level Martial Soul.
The Tortoise Martial Soul absorbed nature’s spiritual energy at an incredibly slow pace. With a Tortoise Martial Soul, cultivating for a year could not catch up with others’ ten days of cultivation.
Yang Chao, who had been hopeful and praying, turned pale as if he had fallen into an abyss.
His son’s Martial Soul was a tortoise? With a Martial Soul like the tortoise, even if one cultivated madly for a lifetime, it was impossible to become a true Soul Master.
At this time, the master from Xingyue City laughed again and said, “It seems that we have the Tortoise Martial Soul for the first time in Xingyue City? Yang Ming, your grandson has indeed broken the record for our city.”
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming’s face grew even uglier.
While the surrounding crowd erupted into laughter, Yang Xiaotian stared at his own Martial Soul, lost in thought.
His Martial Soul closely resembled the Black Tortoise from the legends of Earth in China.
The Black Tortoise was a Supreme Divine Beast.
Seeing Yang Xiaotian still standing inside the Formation Map, staring dumbfounded at his own Tortoise Martial Soul, Yang Ming was furious and scolded, “You shameless thing, get down from there!”
Yang Xiaotian stepped out of the Formation Map, looked at the furious Yang Ming, hesitated for a moment, and explained, “Grandpa, my Martial Soul might not be a tortoise.”
Seeing Yang Xiaotian still having the audacity to argue, Yang Ming’s face turned blue with rage, “Take this little thing back home.” After saying these words, he left in anger, as he had no face to stay any longer.
Seeing Yang Ming leave, the masters from Yang Family Manor quickly followed and left Xingyue City.
Li Family Patriarch Li Guang saw Yang Ming leaving in a huff and also shook his head. Who would have thought that, among Yang Ming’s grandsons, one would have a tenth-level Martial Soul, while the other a second-level Martial Soul.
Upon returning to Yang Family Manor, the more Yang Ming thought about it, the angrier he became. He said to Yang Chao, “Look at the good son you’ve raised! If he ever dares to leave Yang Family Manor, I will not hesitate to break his legs!”
Today, Yang Xiaotian had utterly embarrassed him in front of all the masters in Xingyue City.
Yang Ming left with a sweep of his sleeves.
After Yang Ming had left, Yang Hai smiled at Yang Chao, “Second brother, don’t take it too hard. Father is just like that. But I also didn’t expect Xiaotian’s Martial Soul to be a tortoise.”
Anyone could hear the schadenfreude in Yang Hai’s words.
Yang Hai left with his son Yang Zhong and others.
Before he left, Yang Zhong said to Yang Xiaotian with a smile, “Xiaotian, at the end of the year during the family competition, we must have a good exchange. But you have to practice hard, don’t get blown away by one punch from me.”
Watching the departing Yang Hai, Yang Zhong, and others, Yang Chao’s face turned ugly. He turned to look at his son Yang Xiaotian, opened his mouth to speak but eventually just sighed and said, “Xiaotian, it’s okay. As long as you practice hard, you won’t lose to Yang Zhong. You can become an Innate Martial Artist.”
But was that possible?
Yang Chao and Yang Xiaotian returned to their own west courtyard. When Yang Chao and Yang Xiaotian returned, Yang Xiaotian’s mother Huang Ying came out happily to greet them and asked Yang Chao, “How did it go? What Martial Soul has Xiaotian awakened?”
Yang Chao’s face was filled with defeat. Looking at his wife’s hopeful expression, he eventually shook his head and remained silent.
Yang Xiaotian wanted to explain, but in the end he said nothing and returned to his own room. He knew that explanations would be useless now, so he decided to let facts speak for themselves when the time came.
The night was pitch-black.
Yang Xiaotian sat crossed-legged on the bed in his room, following the Prajna Skill his father had taught him during the day, and activated his Martial Soul.
Soon, above his head, a massive shadow of a tortoise appeared.
In the eyes of Yang Ming, Yang Zhong, and others, his second-level Martial Soul, Tortoise, which they considered barely better than a useless Martial Soul, opened its huge mouth and started devouring. At once, nature’s spiritual energy rushed towards Yang Xiaotian like a flood.
Boom!
Yang Xiaotian’s body shook.
The ferocity of nature’s spiritual energy almost engulfed him.
Yang Xiaotian was startled.
This is way too intense.
Although he suspected that his Martial Soul might be the supreme divine beast, Black Tortoise, the terror of devouring nature’s spiritual energy far exceeded his imagination.
The spiritual energy rushed through the meridians in his body, rapidly transforming into the fighting spirit within him.
Under the nourishment of his soul power, his Martial Soul also surged with light, and the little black snake coiled around the Black Tortoise began to grow, opening its mouth to devour nature’s spiritual energy as well.
The little black snake might not seem large, but its speed of devouring nature’s spiritual energy was no slower than the Black Tortoise’s.
Seeing the little black snake and the Black Tortoise devouring nature’s spiritual energy at the same time, an odd feeling rose in Yang Xiaotian’s heart. Could he possess Twin Martial Spirits?
And the little black snake’s rank was not lower than the Black Tortoise’s!
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaotian’s heart rate quickened. He had been in the Martial Soul World for several years and was somewhat familiar with the situation here. Although Supreme Martial Spirits were rare, he had occasionally heard of them, but he had never heard of anyone in the Martial Soul World with twin Supreme Martial Spirits!
Unknowingly, the night passed.
When Yang Xiaotian stopped cultivating, dawn had already broken.
To his disbelief, after a night of cultivation, he had successfully made a breakthrough to the first rank!
His uncle, Yang Hai, with his top-tier eighth-level Martial Soul Earth Bear, had taken three to four months to break through to the first rank.
As for his grandfather, Yang Ming, with his ordinary eighth-level Martial Soul, Grey Wolf, it took him a full half year to reach the first rank.
Yet now, he had managed it in just one night.
To be exact, it took just a few hours.
Yang Xiaotian walked into the courtyard and punched a large rock in the corner, immediately leaving a fist imprint several inches deep.
All of this was real; he had truly broken through to the first rank! He was now genuinely a first-rank martial artist!
Seeing that he had broken through to the first rank in just one night, excitement surged within Yang Xiaotian. If this continued, wouldn’t he be able to break through the tenth rank and become an Innate Expert in no time?
At that moment, arguing voices came from his parents’ room.
Yang Xiaotian found it strange, his parents were always affectionate with no history of quarreling. What could they possibly be arguing about? He approached their room.
“Father is being too unfair,” his mother Huang Ying’s sobbing voice rose. “According to Yang Family Manor’s rules, disciples who undergo Martial Soul Awakening are entitled to a portion of Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid. This was a rule set by father, but last night he gave Yang Zhong’s portion of the Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid to him to consume as well!”
“Moreover, you had always been managing the family’s silk business. Yet, suddenly, father announces that you are no longer to involve yourself in the silk business, instructing elder brother to take charge of both the mines and the silk business. What does this mean?”
“Yang Hai and Yang Zhong are his son and grandson, but aren’t you and Xiaotian also his son and grandson?”
“Father is too biased!”
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