Ye Yifan dragged his tired body to a magnificent mansion.
In front of the mansion, there are several big men guarding it all year round. On the top of the red vermilion-lacquered door hangs a black golden nanmu plaque, with two gilded characters "Ye Mansion" inscribed with dragons and phoenixes on it.
Without stopping, he walked towards the mansion with unsteady steps.
The big man guarding him nodded and smiled slightly after seeing clearly that it was Ye Yifan, and did not stop him.
Returning to the bedroom, he poured a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp, then sat on the chair.
"Doubling physical fitness is really not a joke."
At this moment, Ye Yifan felt pain all over his body, his muscles were beating abnormally, and he no longer had the strength to move.
After staying for a while and regaining some strength, he just changed into a set of clothes.
"Boom!"
As soon as I changed my clothes, there was a knock on the door.
"Brother, are you there?"
With a creak, Ye Yifan opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a figure flew up to him.
He reached out with his hands and hugged her naturally.
"One day you come back. It's not good for you to hug your brother when you are twelve years old."
At this moment, there is a young man in Ye Yifan's hand. The young man is somewhat similar to him. He has a childish face, but looks a bit delicate. He is dressed in black clothes.
After pinching his brother's nose, he smiled slightly and put down Ye Tiantian in his hand and asked: "Tiantian, have you practiced well recently?"
Ye Yifan is three years older than his younger brother, and is taller than him by more than a head. Because his mother left when they were still young, and his father is also busy with worldly affairs and has no time to accompany him, so the two of them basically enjoy each other's affection.
Okay. No, Ye Yitian will come to see him whenever he has time.
"Yes, I broke through to the eighth level this morning!" Speaking of breakthrough, Ye Tiantian immediately became lively and waved his little hands.
"The eighth level?"
Hearing his brother's words, Ye Yifan almost bit his tongue, and his lips couldn't help but twitch. He was amazed and said: "I remember that you only broke through to the seventh level last month, and today you broke through again.
Oh my God, your cultivation speed is getting faster and faster one day, you are really a genius!"
He broke through one level in a month. As far as he knew, no one in Lin Fengcheng had ever heard of such a record. This made him secretly swallow, and there was a rare flame of envy in his eyes.
Compared to a day's cultivation talent, who is He Yijun?
"What are you two playing at?"
Just when Ye Yifan was still feeling extremely emotional, a strong and powerful voice came from behind.
The speaker is a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man has a resolute face, sharp angles like a knife, sharp eyebrows, and a tall and mighty body. Even if he does not deliberately do it, he still exudes a powerful oppressive aura, which makes people uncomfortable.
Dare to look directly.
"Daddy!"
"Father, you are back!"
Seeing the person coming, Ye Tiantian took a quick step and landed in Ye Tiannan's arms.
Ye Yifan shook his head helplessly. His younger brother would never grow up. But thinking about it, he felt relieved. There was nothing wrong with always being at an innocent, lively and cheerful age. After all, the more you see the world, the more disappointing it becomes.
"Haha, I have nothing to do today, so I came back early!"
As the city lord, Ye Tiannan is busy basically every day, and sometimes he doesn't go home for several days. It's very rare to go home as early as today.
Ye Tiannan pinched Xia Tian's nose, then smiled peacefully at Ye Yifan and said, "That's right, Yifan, you have made a breakthrough again!"
"Haha, I just broke through the day before yesterday!"
Ye Yifan scratched his head, and the innocent side that outsiders could not see was revealed at this moment. As the son of the city lord, his mind is more mature than ordinary people. In front of outsiders, he has always been the witty, calm, calm and persistent young man with a very bright face.
Show less innocence.
“Progress is a good thing!”
"Father, don't make fun of me. I have just practiced for half a year and have already reached the eighth level. But I..."
At this point, Ye Yifan's face showed a look of helplessness. When he talked about Yitian, his face also showed a little loneliness. His father was called the proud son of heaven, the number one person in the city, and his younger brother also inherited his talent in the future.
Equally extraordinary, but what about yourself?
"Don't be envious. Practice hard and your talent will be as good as ever."
"My talent is no worse than a day ago? It's impossible, but, the academy tested..."
"No, the so-called talent is a combination of a person's physique and understanding. Tests can only test a person's physique, but there is no way to measure understanding."
Ye Tiannan smiled softly and continued: "Your enlightenment is not bad, but your physique is relatively ordinary. Everyone has potential power, and the same is true for their physique. As long as you continue to work hard and practice, your physique will gradually improve. Yifan, is it possible?
Haven’t you noticed yet?”
"Discover?"
"That's right, haven't you noticed that as your cultivation time gets longer and longer, your current cultivation speed is slowly accelerating. If I remember correctly, it took you a full five months to break through to the third level.
It took more than four months to reach the fourth level, but now it takes only three months to break through. You know, no matter what level you are at, the further you go, the harder it is to break through, do you understand?"
"right!"
After being reminded, Ye Yifan clapped his hands excitedly, an idea flashed in his mind, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He usually only focused on practicing hard, but he really didn't notice this subtle change in his cultivation progress.
What his father said was not wrong, he was indeed making progress, although it was slow, but at least there was hope.
"Practice hard, your potential has not been realized yet." Ye Tiannan patted his son on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go eat, I brought you two your favorite civet meat."
"Long live!"
"Great!"
The cheers of the two brothers came from the mansion.
The three father and son had a wonderful meal.
After dinner, Ye Yifan returned to his room. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed and meditated.
My father's words just now were undoubtedly a wake-up call for the dreamer.
He was actually making slow progress, which made him excited as he longed for power.
Since entering the academy and starting to practice, he has begun to find that the world has gradually broken away from his previous understanding, and he has gradually understood that if he wants to survive in this world, he must have a strong enough power as a backing.
In more than a year, he found that everything around him had changed. Geniuses appeared one after another around him. With an ordinary physique, he had always been suppressed in the ordinary group, which attracted a lot of ridicule. He longed for power.
Being ordinary is simply torture to him who was born into an extraordinary family, which is why he keeps working hard and practices crazier than anyone else.
He let out a breath and sat up. After messing around with his body, he took out a milky white stone bead the size of two thumbs.
He got this bead by chance during an outing last year.
The milkstone beads look very ordinary, all milky white, with nothing else except two stars engraved on the surface. At first glance, they look like a decoration.
However, the strange thing is that holding the stone bead in your hand feels as if it is nothing and has no weight, and there is a cold and refreshing feeling spreading in your hand.
Whenever he holds the stone bead in his hand, he always feels a strong sense of oppression. This is not a simple feeling, but an invisible existence. It seems that there is a mysterious and unpredictable power hidden inside the stone bead.
Generally speaking, stone beads don't look like ordinary things, otherwise he wouldn't have preserved a stone bead that looks like an ordinary stone to this day.
Guessing that the stone beads were not mortal, he also learned some rumors and used methods such as dripping blood to identify the owner of the stone beads. In the end, he just dropped a big hammer. Unfortunately, after exhausting all methods, he still found nothing.
"What's the secret inside!"
He picked up the stone bead and began to look at it carefully, trying to find out something unusual about the stone bead.
Suddenly, he vaguely seemed to see a milky white air flow slowly rotating inside the stone bead. Seeing such a phenomenon, he began to take a closer look. Suddenly, the bead burst out with a burst of intense light, and he fainted strangely.