57: Chapter 57 The Han Family's Excitement

The courtyard was packed with people; Han Tianxiong, Han Yonghui, Second Uncle Han Yongan, Third Uncle Han Yongfeng, Jiang Xuerou... everyone was present.

Even the few retainers who rarely showed their faces were standing in the corners, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Han Ming.

"Xiaoming!" Jiang Xuerou was the first to rush over, pulling him into a hug, her eyes reddening. "You child, you didn't even tell your mother about such a big thing! 1-Star Martial Master, Mystic Ice Spirit Body—you've kept us in the dark for so long!"

Han Ming was squeezed until he couldn't breathe, and he quickly begged for mercy: "Mom, take it easy, take it easy..."

Han Tianxiong stood on the steps, deeply gratified, his beard even trembling. "Good! Good! Good!" He said the word 'good' three times in a row, his voice resonant. "As expected of my, Han Tianxiong's, grandson!"

Han Yonghui stepped forward and patted Han Ming on the shoulder, his eyes filled with relief. He didn't speak, but his hand trembled slightly, revealing the excitement in his heart.

Second Uncle Han Yongan and Third Uncle Han Yongfeng exchanged a glance, seeing shock and envy in each other's eyes.

1-Star Martial Master, nineteen years old. At that age, they were still struggling in the Martial Apprentice Realm.

"Xiaoming, when is your Master free? Invite the Elder to our home; we must thank him properly!!"

After the excitement subsided, Han Yonghui looked at Han Ming and asked with some hope, though his eyes also held a trace of worry.

Now that Han Ming had revealed such strong talent, along with a powerful Concealment Technique, he was practically a walking treasure trove. There was no telling how many people had started to covet him.

"Dad, don't worry! Master left me a contingency plan; even a Martial King cannot do anything to me." Han Ming knew what his father was thinking and said with a confident smile.

Where was he going to find a Martial Venerable-level Master to bring back? He could only stall.

However, it was true that a Martial King couldn't do anything to him; as long as he hid in the Cave Heaven World, even a Martial Saint might not be able to find him.

Han Yonghui breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He had been afraid that his son had made up a Master to fool people, but now that he heard there was a trump card to deal with a Martial King, he felt much more at ease.

The identity of a Disciple of a Martial Venerable powerhouse was enough to make anyone coveting the Han Family think twice.

"Everyone, disperse. Xiaoming just returned, let him rest." At this moment, Elder Han waved his hand and said to the crowd. After a month of recuperation, his injuries had mostly healed.

Seeing that Elder Han had spoken, the crowd, though reluctant, dispersed one after another. Jiang Xuerou held Han Ming's hand and gave him instructions for quite a while before leaving reluctantly.

Han Ming returned to his room, closed the door, and let out a long breath. He felt that dealing with his Family was more tiring than killing exotic beasts.

He sat cross-legged and opened the System interface.

[Host: Han Ming]

[Qi and Blood Value: 102,356 points]

[Realm: 1-Star Great Martial Master]

[Talent: SS-Rank Mystic Ice Spirit Body, SS-Rank Heaven-defying Comprehension]

[Cultivation Technique: Ten Thousand Dao Scripture (Immortal Rank)]

[Martial Skills: Wind Shadow Step (Perfection), Mountain Crushing Palm (Perfection), Wind-Thunder Palm (Perfection), Qi Concealment Art (Perfection), Water Shadow Step (Perfection), Azure Wave Sword Technique (Perfection), Star-Shattering Finger (Perfection)]

[Current Disciple Slots: 3/4 (One Disciple slot awarded for every Breakthrough in a major Realm)]

[Bound Disciples: Lin Fan (6-Star Martial Master), Li Xuewei (5-Star Martial Artist), Gong Shuting (3-Star Martial Artist)]

Han Ming saw that Star-Shattering Finger had also reached Perfection, and he revealed a satisfied smile.

As expected of SS-Rank Heaven-defying Comprehension, it was practically a cheat code for cultivating techniques and Martial Skills. Moreover, he felt that his comprehension of the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture had deepened significantly, and his cultivation speed was more than five times faster than before he had obtained the Heaven-defying Comprehension talent.

"However, 1-Star Great Martial Master is still too weak." Han Ming muttered.

The people of the Zhang Family would definitely not sit idly by once they knew of his talent. There were also the people from the Destiny Sect and the Blood Demon Alliance; they would absolutely not let him go if they had the chance.

For now, Teacher Xue Muhan was safe in Jiangbei, but he didn't know when she would leave. He wasn't afraid for himself; at worst, he could hide in the Cave Heaven World and Cultivate for a while. It was just that the Han Family was still there, and the Han Family was still too weak.

Thinking of this, Han Ming stood up and walked toward his father's study.

"Come in." Han Ming pushed the door open and saw Han Yonghui sitting at his desk, holding a Martial Skill manual with his brows tightly locked. Seeing him enter, Han Yonghui put down the book and smiled: "Why aren't you resting yet?"

"Dad, I have something to give you." Han Ming took a handwritten Secret Manual from his robes and handed it over.

Han Yonghui took it, flipped to the first page, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"Ten Thousand Dao Scripture?" He looked up at Han Ming, his voice trembling, "What rank of Cultivation Technique is this?"

"Divine-Grade." Han Ming said calmly.

The study was silent for a full ten seconds. Han Yonghui's hands were shaking; he stared fixedly at the Secret Manual in his hands, as if he were holding a mountain of gold.

"Wh... what? Div... Divine-Grade? Xiaoming, do you know what a Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique represents?"

Han Yonghui sprang up from his chair upon hearing this, his eyes wide as he looked at Han Ming, his voice trembling. Han Ming nodded calmly.

Divine-Grade Cultivation Techniques were rare in the entire Great Xia Alliance. Those factions that possessed Divine-Grade Cultivation Techniques were all top-tier existences within the Alliance. A single Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique was enough to allow a low-tier Family to rise within a decade or so.

"Did your Master give you this?" It took a while for Han Yonghui to recover and ask.

"Yes. He said it could be passed on to the Family." Han Ming nodded and said.

Han Yonghui took a deep breath, closed the Secret Manual, and looked at Han Ming with complex eyes.

"Xiaoming, your Master treats you... too well."

"I know; I won't let him down in the future." He did not tell his father that he had pilfered this Cultivation Technique from Lin Fan. Some secrets were better left unsaid.

"You should Cultivate this technique first," Han Ming said, "After you break through, then pass it on to Grandfather and Second Uncle and the others."

Han Yonghui nodded, not declining. He knew that the Han Family was currently too weak. A Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique was enough to change the fate of the Han Family. This son of his had truly grown up.

Han Ming left the study and went to his mother's room. Similarly, amidst his mother's shock, he handed her the simplified version of the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture.

His mother's strength was still too weak, only a 4-Star Martial Master; with the simplified version of the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture, and given sufficient resources, it wouldn't take long for her to break through to Great Martial Master.

Having exposed his strength and Physique today, the days ahead would not be peaceful. The Zhang Family, the Blood Demon Alliance, the Destiny Sect, and those who coveted his Cultivation Technique would all stare at him like hungry wolves.

But he was not afraid. With the space, and with Lin Fan as his worker, his cultivation speed would only get faster and faster. By the time he graduated from Modu Martial Arts University, he wouldn't be afraid of the Destiny Sect or the Blood Demon Alliance at all.

While the Han Family was immersed in joy, the atmosphere in the Zhang Family's meeting hall was as heavy as the tension before a storm.

On both sides of the long table, the core figures of the Zhang Family were all present. The Family Head, Zhang Mingshan, sat at the head of the table with a gloomy expression.

On his left and right were the Grand Elder Zhang Mingyu, the Second Elder Zhang Mingyuan, and two other Elders. The tea in front of everyone remained untouched, and everyone's attention was focused on the intelligence report on the table.

"1-Star Martial Master, nineteen years old, Mystic Ice Spirit Body." Zhang Mingshan's voice was low, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"And a Concealment Technique that even a Martial Emperor cannot see through. Who can tell me how that trash from the Han Family suddenly became a Genius?" No one answered.

Grand Elder Zhang Mingyu sat there, his fists clenched, making a creaking sound. The intelligence report in front of him had been crumpled, and every word on it pierced his heart like a needle.

1-Star Martial Master, nineteen years old, Mystic Ice Spirit Body. His son, Zhang Beiwang, with S-Rank Lightning talent and a 3-Star Martial Artist, was already a Genius rarely seen in the Zhang Family in a hundred years. But compared to Han Ming, he was nothing.

"Beiwang's death is very likely related to Han Ming." Grand Elder Zhang Mingyu's voice was hoarse, like a rusted blade. "He had the motive and the strength in the Secret Realm."

"This Han Ming must die. Because of the Purple Blood Ganoderma matter before, we have already offended the Han Family to the point of no return; once he becomes powerful, it is impossible for him to let our Zhang Family go."

Second Elder Zhang Mingyuan stood up, a tangible killing intent erupting in his eyes.