Chapter 6: Father and Son

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The alloy door of the underground training hall swung open to the side, and Zhou Yang, dressed in a gray training uniform, stepped out at a leisurely pace.

He had been in the underground training hall for several hours; by now night had fallen, and all the lights in the villa were lit.

When he reached the first‑floor living room, he saw his mother Wang Shumei sitting on the sofa, quietly chatting with a burly middle‑aged man.

At the sight of the towering middle‑aged man, Zhou Yang's eyes instantly lit up!

"Dad, you're back!"

The burly man was Zhou Yong, the father of Zhou Yang's body, and also a high‑level Warrior of Jixian Wuguan.

In his previous life Zhou Yang's parents died early; he grew up thanks to relatives and neighbors' aid, so he longs especially for family affection.

Zhou Yong broadly explained to Zhou Yang the characteristics of the first two realms of body technique, then, with a solemn expression, admonished him:

The vast majority of Warriors spend several months, even one or two years, on this step.

"I'm the son of the mad‑blade Zhou Yong; passing this Quasi‑Warrior Assessment is no small matter."

Hearing Zhou Yang's remark, Zhou Yong's smile gradually faded, he let out a soft sigh, then explained:

"This time it'll probably take at least two or three months; Liu Shu got injured and needs to rest for a while."

His words were true; to keep up with Luo Feng, he devoted all his free time to training his physical condition, so his grasp of some basic knowledge is indeed limited.

"You know the four realms of body technique—good."

Only a handful of prodigies can successfully sense it on the first cultivation attempt.

"Hey, Old Liu, how's the injury? Let me give you good news—my son Yangyang successfully cultivated gene primal energy."

"Hello, Captain, what are you busy with? Did you know your big nephew succeeded in cultivating gene primal energy? Treating? Sure, no problem! Build whatever you want at Yipin Xuan!"

According to the rules, the training hall of Jixian Wuguan is open only to Warriors; strictly speaking, Zhou Yang still lacks the qualification to use its facilities.

Looking at the numbers on the display screen, Zhou Yang nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at Zhou Yong standing nearby.

Wang Shumei, sitting beside him, gave him a displeased glance and scolded, "Look at you—just got back and you don't spend time with your son, but you're busy showing off yourself!"

"Of course, the division of realms is one thing, but in actual combat the most important thing is adaptability; after all, combat values optimal efficiency."

Zhou Yong's palm struck with tremendous force; even though Zhou Yang's physical condition had reached high‑level Warrior, his shoulders felt a weight and he involuntarily twisted his mouth.

Zhou Yang gave a slightly awkward smile and said:

For a free Warrior like Zhou Yong, besides supporting his family, the cultivation manuals, weapons, combat attire, and so on all cost a fortune.

"44,682 kg!"

After all, cultivating body technique requires ample space; the underground training hall at home is a bit too small.

Having just made up his mind, he immediately voiced his latest plan.

Although she was scolding, a clear hint of joy could be heard in her tone.

To earn money, he spends almost half the year in the wilderness.

Zhou Yong glared like a tiger, replying irritably, "You've got some sense, kid!"

His father Zhou Yong is adept with a heavy long blade, and his combat style leans toward big, sweeping moves.

"Oh?"

"Above the Subtle level is the Perfect level; you can't reach that yet, so let's leave it for now."

When he was lucky enough to arrive in this world and to have loving parents, he naturally treasured them greatly.

"I've only heard that the realms of body technique are Basic, Subtle, Perfect, and Ideation; I have no idea how they're specifically divided."

He first stepped up to the punch‑strength tester, gathered a slight momentum, then his right fist, like a missile, slammed heavily onto the machine's target.

"Beep—beep—beep!"

After completing gene primal energy cultivation yesterday, he simply tested his punch strength and was quite curious about how fast he could now move.

After familiarizing Zhou Yang, Zhou Yong didn't jump straight into teaching techniques; instead he asked:

"Son, how much do you understand about the realms of body technique?"

If this were told publicly, it would probably drop a crowd's jaws.

"Don't blame me; you never asked."

Having successfully cultivated gene primal energy, his physical condition surged dramatically, and he's thinking of polishing his body technique and combat skills soon.

Zhou Yang quickly walked to the sofa, sat down, and replied with a grin:

Receiving Zhou Yang's affirmation, his father Zhou Yong's face showed a surprised expression.

Even the four realms of body technique were things he learned from novels in his previous life.

Hearing Zhou Yong's words, Zhou Yang's mind began to stir.

"Haha, well said. I'm the mad‑blade Zhou Yong's son; passing this Quasi‑Warrior Assessment is a piece of cake."

Moreover, when he crossed over he merged all the original host's memories, so even after more than half a year since the crossing, he has already calmly accepted his current identity and the hard‑won parental affection.

"Hey, Old Xu, how did you know Yangyang succeeded in cultivating gene primal energy?"

"Your account has received 8,000,000 yuan; the current balance is 14,654,900 yuan."

You should know that the toughest step of this gene primal energy cultivation method is the initial sensing of Cosmic energy.

Zhou Yang smiled slightly and said, "It's my first cultivation, but I've already successfully refined Cosmic energy into my body."

"From the Basic level upward is the Subtle level; this requires tremendous speed and neural reaction speed, calculating the opponent's attack trajectory at the first instant and responding with the most exquisite action at minimal cost."

Zhou Yang, hearing that, was eager to try.

"Haha, this is a great celebration; I have to show off to Liu Shu and the others!"

And after just one day, his physical condition had already surged to a level comparable to a high‑level Warrior.

Speaking, he secretly squeezed his eyes toward Zhou Yang.

When he first started, it took him three to four months!

Upon learning that Zhou Yang had, on his very first cultivation, successfully sensed Cosmic energy, Zhou Yong was naturally extremely surprised.

He rubbed his shoulder while speaking softly:

"Thank you, dad!" Zhou Yang didn't refuse.

"Son, what did you just say? You cultivated Gene primal energy successfully? Didn't you only start cultivating for the first time today?"

He had only said half of it before the rest got stuck in his throat, his face showing an incredulous expression.

The next morning, Zhou Yong took Zhou Yang to the Extreme Hall in Yangzhou Cheng, located within the Mingyue Community.

"Your cultivation is complete, son? Haha, your mother just told me you have already passed the Quasi-Warrior Assessment? Not bad, well done!"

Hearing his father's words, Zhou Yang gave a slight nod of agreement.

He vigorously rubbed his eyes, checking the numbers on the screen once more.

However, having just passed the Quasi-Warrior Assessment yesterday, and with Zhou Yong, an experienced Warrior, leading them, the guard who inspected the training hall after verifying their identity information simply let them in.

As he said so, he extended his hand toward Zhou Yang and gave a thumbs‑up.

"Dad, I just successfully cultivated Gene primal energy, my physical condition has improved a lot, and I've been thinking of honing my movement technique and such, could you give me some guidance?"

As the testing machine's alert sounded, a line of numbers appeared on the display—4682 kg!

However, that surprise instantly turned into boundless exhilaration!

At that moment, the middle‑aged man also looked at Zhou Yang, and a hint of a grateful smile appeared on his previously snarling, fierce face.

"Dad just got back and didn't have time to prepare a gift; take this money and use it while you don't have to go to the Wilderness Area yet, go out and hang out with your friends more."

Zhou Yong gave a gentle nod and continued explaining to Zhou Yang:

"The so‑called basic level is achieved through countless training bouts, gradually mastering techniques such as attacks and dodges, eventually being able to execute them reflexively; that counts as basic‑level movement technique."

Having been scolded by his wife, Zhou Yong finally let out a chuckle, grinning as he said:

"Haha, right, I should spend more time with my son, tell Wu Ma she doesn't need to cook, we'll go out to eat later and celebrate properly!"

"Alright, I'm free these days, I'll accompany you."

Zhou Yong's call lasted nearly an hour before he finally, still lingering in the mood, put down his phone.

On the sixth floor of the Extreme Hall, looking at the massive training hall before him, Zhou Yang felt his emotions surge.

He put away his phone, recalled another matter, and asked:

"By the way, dad, how long will you be staying home this time?"

Zhou Yong walked over, switched on the punch power and speed testing machine, then turned to Zhou Yang with a smile:

"First, let's test your punch power and speed; I'll see what level you're at now."

As he spoke, Zhou Yong pulled out his phone and began dialing numbers one by one.

Now, with such an experienced Warrior father sitting in front of him, isn't he the best teacher and sparring partner?

After confirming he hadn't mistaken anything, he gave Zhou Yang a heavy slap on the shoulder.

Just yesterday, he himself passed the Quasi-Warrior Assessment right here.

"Good kid, your punch power jumped up so much at once; why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Speaking so, he took out his phone and fiddled with it; shortly after, Zhou Yang's phone received an SMS notification.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhou Yong was in a good mood, and naturally had no reason to refuse his own son's request.

After finishing the operation, Zhou Yong looked up at Zhou Yang and smiled:

"You succeeded on your first cultivation; son, you're a genius!"

However, at that moment Zhou Yong was already standing still, his eyes wide with shock.

Over the years, he had earned the nickname Kuang Dao within the Warrior circles of Yangzhou Cheng, something he had always taken pride in.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, Zhou Yong's face broke into a self‑satisfied smile.

"Good!"

While saying that, he quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Wu Ge, this is Lao Zhou, I'm like this…"

(End of chapter)