After staying in Huwei Forest for a few days, getting the Tiger King to agree to help, and preparing some things, Rong Fu finally returned to the Yu family.
As soon as he entered, he was dragged by his father back to the courtyard of the three-person family, and was seriously questioned by his parents.
What did I do? Well, I went to visit the tiger king and played with his cubs for a few days.
Did the Tiger King have offspring? Yes, she has the pictures captured on the photo stone. Come, Dad and Mom, take a look.
When did I connect with Tiger King? Well, it was on the day I came back. Actually, it was like this...
After Yubieliu told her parents what happened that day, her parents had no more questions.
What else could they say? Their daughter was so capable that even the Tiger King, feared by all the bigwigs in the four cities, owed her a favor.
After passing the test of his parents, Yu Bie Liu fled back to his room with a smile. What was he planning for the little guy? The less he knew about these things, the better. It was better not to tell his own parents.
It would be best if all this became a coincidence!
He sat cross-legged on the bed, pretending to practice cultivation, then calmed his mind and pulled out some of his spiritual consciousness.
I've been a bit busy these days and haven't had time to pay attention to the situation of the little guy.
When I emerged from the bronze mirror, I thought I would be back to that small courtyard with nothing in it. Then I saw all kinds of people on the street and the bustling streets.
"Eh?" The little brat didn't stay at home to practice? Yu Bie Liu asked in confusion, and then he turned into a little man and flew out.
Hearing the voice, Rong Jian lowered his eyes and saw a scene. He was instantly shocked and grabbed the little guy and pulled him into his arms.
After glancing around at the passersby and finding no one paying attention to him, Rong Jian lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Why did you run out like that? I'm on the street!"
She kicked Rong Jian's fingers away with her little feet and glared at him fiercely: "Can you be gentler? Who do you think I am? A little wooden puppet, so rude."
Hearing this, Rong Jian was even more shocked and hurriedly said, "Don't speak so loudly. What if someone finds out?"
"Tsk!" Fu sneered, jumped from Rong Jian's palm, and landed on his shoulder, "Relax, no one can see me except you."
Rong Jian was stunned for a moment, then he looked around to observe the reactions of the people around him. He really didn't see anything wrong, so he felt relieved.
The spirit of a magic weapon is something that you can tell is not an ordinary thing. If it is targeted by someone with ulterior motives, he, a small family disciple, will not be able to protect Fu at all.
Fu belongs to him, so he can't let others think about her.
"I told you why you came out instead of staying at home to practice?" Fu swung his legs leisurely with a casual attitude.
"Practicing like this is too slow." Rong Jian glanced at her with a smile and continued walking forward. "The family competition will be held in three months. I have never participated in the past because I don't have spiritual roots. This time... I have to participate."
Fu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Did those people who came to cause trouble spread the news that you were able to cultivate?"
Regardless of the family, there are unified rules in this matter. Every disciple who can practice must participate, compete, and determine the ranking.
The purpose, of course, is to motivate the disciples in this way to practice hard, improve their strength, and become the pillars of the family.
In the past, Rong Jian could avoid family competitions and not participate in them by claiming that he had no spiritual roots and could not practice. But now, that is no longer possible.
Moreover, those people had no good intentions towards Rong Jian, and even made harsh remarks when they left. If they met in a competition, Rong Jian would inevitably be beaten up because he was not strong enough.
Of course, Rong Jian could not accept such a result, and neither could she.
"My father asked me to go over to his place today," Rong Jian said, pausing briefly. "He told me that the news that I can practice cultivation has spread throughout the family."
"And then?" Fu continued to ask.
"He told me to practice hard and not to participate in this family competition. He will talk to the elders." Rong Jian turned his head and said seriously, "But I want to participate."
Fu was stuck for a moment and didn't know what to say. She originally thought that you had to participate because the fact that the brat could practice was exposed. Turns out, it was you who asked for it?
To be honest, Father Rong did this for the kid's own good. He had only started practicing for a few days and his strength was low. He couldn't compare with his peers who had practiced for several years.
This is not a question of talent or not, but a question of time. Rong Jian has been practicing for too short a time, and his current realm has not caught up, and he has not practiced martial arts. How can he go and fight with others?
It was because of this that Rong's father asked Rong Jian to give up participating. As a result... I can only say that he is indeed a son of destiny with great backbone. No matter whether he can do it or not, he just goes up and gets it done.
...Okay, she had anticipated this, so she made preparations early on.
"My dad got angry," Rong Jian pursed his lips and smiled a little embarrassedly, "He slapped me out and cut off my resources for three months."
He naturally knew that his father was doing this for his own good, but he didn't want to back down on this matter. He wanted everyone to see clearly that he, Rong Jian, would no longer be a coward.
As for the cultivation resources, those in the past were given away to others. This time, he thought he could finally use them for himself, but who knew... they were cut off by his own father.
Father Rong was determined not to let Rong Jian participate, so as to avoid being beaten. Fu thought so, chuckled twice, patted Rong Jian's cheek and said: "Then don't participate, good boy, listen to your father!"
Listening to Fu's teasing, Rong Jian was a little amused, but his eyes were full of determination: "I really... want to participate."
"Oh my, that's a very nice thing to say!" Fu clapped her hands and then asked, "Then may I ask, considering your current level, which isn't even at the second level of Body Tempering, how do you plan to defeat those at the fourth or fifth level? Not to mention those little geniuses in the family who are at the eighth or ninth level of Body Tempering."
Hearing this, Rong Jian's eyes dimmed slightly, and then he fell silent. Yes, after wasting so many years, how could he catch up? How could he return the pain those people had inflicted on him? How could he... prove himself?
Seeing Rong Jian's somewhat frustrated reaction, Fu raised an eyebrow. "Young man, you probably don't know how fast a child of destiny can cultivate!"
Plus with her big golden finger next to me, it’s hard to slow down!
Shaking her legs, Fu changed the subject: "By the way, you haven't told me why you went out today."
"Ah, this..." Rong Jian pursed his lips, "My father cut off my cultivation resources, so I thought about buying some for myself to see if I could speed up my cultivation."
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