C9

Early in the morning, the sun slowly climbed over the wall that could not be considered high above and gradually spread until it penetrated the tallest wutong tree in the courtyard. At this moment, the entire Cang Mansion was enveloped by a resplendent glow.

In the room, Cang Yun exited from his cultivation and looked at the golden jade slip in front of him. After he closed it, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"In five days time, the True Dragon Tactics can be considered as the beginner level." Following this mutter, Cang Yun rose up.

Ever since he returned from the stone room, he had been practicing the True Dragon Tactics for the past five days. Now, he had finally stepped into the threshold of mastery, successfully cultivating to the first layer of the mantra divided into nine levels.

And it had to be said that this Mysterious Technique was indeed not ordinary. Although he had only trained in the first layer, it had also caused the Origin Power in Cang Yun's body to have a clear change.

However, what surprised Cang Yun the most was that besides cultivating this cultivation method, this True Dragon Tactics contained a rather powerful fighting technique. Using this fighting technique would allow one to mobilize a sliver of the True Dragon's power within their body, causing terrifying damage, and was even stronger than high level Origin Skills.

"It's a pity that my power is too low right now. If I want to train to the second level, that's impossible." Thinking up to this point, Cang Yun was slightly unsatisfied. According to the description of the cultivation method, every level of the chant would increase the power of the battle by a bit.

The first four realms of cultivation were divided into the Essence Condensation, Spirit Blood, Secret Repository, and Nihility God realms. The Blood Spirit Realm was then further divided into four stages according to the amount of Origin Energy in the dantian: early, middle, late, and great perfection.

Now that Cang Yun had reached the late stage of the Blood Spirit Art, he was only a hair away from the perfect stage. Compared to ordinary people, he could be considered to be slightly weaker, but compared to those talented disciples that could enter the Immortal Yang Spiritual Academy, the latter had at least entered the hidden realm. There were even some like Xu Guang, who was currently ranked first in the Earth Class, who had already opened five secret scriptures.

"There's still half a month until the opening of the Immortal Yang Secret Realm. Time is running out." Cang Yun frowned slightly and muttered to himself. A moment later, he smiled and said, "However, pressure gives one motivation, and it's a bad thing."

In the next moment, Cang Yun packed up simply, and after that, he pushed open the door and left, heading straight for Cang Yuanfeng's study.

A moment later, Cang Yun lightly knocked on the study door and walked in. When he saw Cang Yuanfeng, who was deep in thought while sitting on the stone chair, he lightly smiled and leaned forward.

"Dad, what are you thinking about?" Cang Yun asked softly as he filled the empty teacup on the table and gave it to Cang Yuanfeng.

Cang Yuanfeng received the teacup and took a sip. The worry on his face disappeared as he shook his head with a smile. "I'm fine."

"Are you worried about the war with the Underworld?" However, how could Cang Yun not understand his thoughts? Hence, he asked.

"Yeah, there are too many things to consider. No matter what, I can't calm down." Having his thoughts seen through, Cang Yuanfeng no longer hid as he sighed.

"Well, what can I do to help?" Cang Yun nodded.

As a decision maker, Cang Yuanfeng's pressure was not small. Thus, whether it was as a young master or as a son, Cang Yun hoped that he would be able to do his best.

Hearing Cang Yun's words, Cang Yuanfeng nodded his head in gratification, and said with a smile: "There is indeed something that I need you to do."

After he finished speaking, Cang Yuanfeng took out a letter from the secret compartment under the table and placed it on the table. "This letter to your Uncle Zhou, I think it's best if you personally deliver it."

However, as Cang Yun looked at the letter on the table, a bitter smile appeared on his face, "Father, you're saying the opposite of that right? Those people of the Zhou Family are famous for not liking me. Is it really appropriate for you to ask me to send a letter? "

"The rest of the Zhou Family does not like you, but there is one person who is the complete opposite." Cang Yuanfeng looked at Cang Yun and joked, "Don't think that I don't know. In these two years, that girl from Uncle Zhou's family has written to you quite a few times."

"Dad, you know about this too?" Cang Yun gave an embarrassed smile.

"What, are you afraid I will know? "You little rascal, you are already so old, do you really think that you can hide a bit of a secret relationship from a woman?" Cang Yuanfeng scolded with a smile.

"This …" Seeing the strange look on his father's face, Cang Yun felt a headache coming on as he said with a bitter face, "Father, what are you talking about? How is there any kind of relationship between children? I only have some childhood friends with her, how can I take it seriously!"

"Is that so?" He then muttered to himself in a strange tone: "I heard that after the Zhou family's girl grew up these past few years, she has grown up to be even more beautiful. In addition to her extraordinary talent, she has spread a rather great reputation in many ancient realms of the Cyan Plains in the recent few years."

"Dad, stop!" Cang Yun rubbed his forehead and said with a bitter smile, "Can't I give you this letter?"

Cang Yun was speechless. He could only pick up the letter and leave with a bitter smile.

"Oh right, your old man hasn't seen that Zhou family girl in years. Blame her. Go and call her over to our Vastheaven World to play for a few days. If she can't come, then don't come back."

However, just as Cang Yun stepped out of the door, Cang Yuanfeng's gentle voice came from behind. Hearing the content of the words, Cang Yun felt his body become unsteady, and he almost fell over.

After standing at the doorway for a few seconds, Cang Yun quivered and ran far away as if he was afraid that his father would make another 'excessive' request.

Cang Yun only stopped when he had stepped out of the main entrance of the Blue Palace. Remembering the conversation just now, he became slightly absent-minded as a cute, petite girl who always followed behind him couldn't help but think of something in his mind.

"It seems like it's been eight years since we last met. I really do miss it."

When he was young, his father Cang Yuanfeng and that Uncle Zhou had a very good relationship, so their relationship could be said to be very close. In those few years, he had established an extremely deep friendship with the girl. But later on, because of a few reasons, the relationship between the two families gradually became less and less, and they then lost that relationship. It had been several years since they last moved together.

However, that beautiful memory had been deeply buried in his mind. Although it had been a long time, every time he thought of it, Cang Yun couldn't help but feel yearning and yearning in his heart.