Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

Military off-road vehicles slowly came to a stop at the outer checkpoint of Nanhai City.

Yang Xian jumped out of the car.

The first thing he did was rip off the human skin mask from his face.

"Phew... I can finally get rid of this damn thing!"

Yang Xian let out a long sigh of relief, feeling the slightly humid air of the city fill his nostrils.

Although it's not nearly as refreshing as the Little World, it carries a long-lost sense of intimacy.

During his time in the secret realm, this mask almost never left his face.

Apart from Jiang Yu, Zhou Xiyan, and the wolf sisters, no one has ever seen his true appearance under the "Yang Xi'an" mask.

He carefully folded the mask and put it in his pocket.

This time the mask was in very good condition, unlike the one last time.

"This time, Mengyun shouldn't make excuses to do anything to me, right?"

Yang Xian muttered to himself.

Feng followed Yang Xian and jumped out of the car.

When she saw the towering city gate before her, she exclaimed in surprise, "Master, is this your home? It's so big!"

"Yes, my home is inside." Yang Xian took Feng's hand and walked inside side by side. "Let's go in."

Just as he passed through the checkpoint, a black hovercar silently glided up in front of him.

That's the Jiang family's car.

The car window rolled down, and a middle-aged man in a black suit leaned out.

"Mr. Yang, please get in the car. Miss Jiang sent us to pick you up and take you back to the Jiang family home."

Yang Xian nodded, opened the car door, and got in.

The car's constant-temperature air conditioning blew out a comfortable breeze, a stark contrast to the harsh environment in the secret realm.

Yang Xian leaned back in the soft leather seat, and his mood immediately improved.

came back.

They're finally back.

He took his phone out of his pocket and pressed the power button.

After disappearing for nearly a month, the moment the screen lit up, countless messages and missed call notifications popped up frantically, ringing incessantly.

"Master, what is this?"

Feng looked at the phone in Yang Xian's hand with curiosity, "It keeps ringing!"

"This is the phone I told you about. I'll teach you how to use it when I have the chance," Yang Xian explained.

Then, he patiently replied to the messages from those who cared about him.

After sending a message to my parents, my phone suddenly changed the screen and started vibrating.

Caller ID: Dad.

"Dad?"

Yang Xian paused for a moment, then pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Dad..."

Before he could finish speaking, a roar came from the other end of the phone.

"Dad, my foot!"

Yang Xian's ears were ringing from the shouting, and he subconsciously moved his phone a little further away.

The voice on the phone was still strong, but it was filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Look at you! Why did you have to become a martial artist out of the blue?!"

Yang Xian's mind went blank for a moment, and the expression on his face froze instantly.

and many more!

How did Dad know I became a martial artist?

I definitely didn't tell him that!

The driver in the front seat glanced at him curiously through the rearview mirror.

"Master..." Feng said softly.

"Shh..." Yang Xian gestured for her to be quiet, then spoke into the phone, "Dad, how...how did you know?"

"Never mind how I found out!" Yang's father's voice rose again. "I'm just asking you, why didn't you discuss such a big matter with me and your mother?!"

Yang Xian fell silent.

What could he say?

He said he was struck by a system and had no choice but to take this path?

Or is it because I didn't want you to worry that I didn't tell you?

But these reasons, when spoken over the phone, only sound weak and ineffective.

He opened his mouth, but only managed to utter three words.

"Dad, I was wrong."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a long sigh:

"well--!"

"You're our only son!"

"You've gone off to become a martial artist; I'm afraid my Yang family is truly going to be without an heir!"

Upon hearing the words "no offspring," Yang Xian instinctively wanted to retort: ​​"Dad, actually, this issue..."

"This is a serious problem!" Yang's father interrupted him directly, continuing on his own, "No, I need to discuss this with your mother. While I'm still relatively healthy, maybe if I try, I can still create a new account."

Yang Xian: "..."

He leaned back in his chair, looking utterly dejected.

If it were really possible to create a secondary account, would I be the only one left?

The Yang family is known for its fierce fighting power, but for some strange reason, their bloodline continuation ability is pitifully weak.

By his generation, he was truly the only son left.

Never mind, as long as Dad is happy.

After a while, Yang's father's voice rang out again: "By the way, you became a martial artist, but what about Xiaobai? Who's taking care of Xiaobai?"

Yang's father would occasionally chat with Bai Chuyi on his phone.

But that girl was introverted, and she kept repeating the same few questions, so you couldn't get any useful information out of her.

What he fears most now is that the silly girl will also follow her unfilial son down the path of no return as a martial artist.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xian's heart leaped into his throat.

What was bound to happen has finally happened.

But Yang Xian hesitated a bit: "Dad! Don't worry, Xiaobai is fine! I've arranged everything perfectly for her!"

"I'm asking you where she is now?" Yang's father's tone became stern again.

Yang Xian knew that this matter could no longer be fooled.

He closed his eyes and spoke resignedly:

"Xiao Bai... Xiao Bai is at Chengwu University now!"

"That's right, she's become a martial artist too!"

There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

More than ten seconds passed...

"You unfilial son! You unfilial son!" Yang's father's voice was hoarse:

"You said you'd become a martial artist yourself, fine, but why did you have to drag Xiaobai along?!"

"Now look what's happened! Both the Yang and Bai families are going to be wiped out!"

"Dad, I'm not childless! I can have children! I have kids!" Yang Xian cried out anxiously. "This matter is complicated, anyway..."

"You can lay an egg!" Yang's father simply didn't believe it.

"I've never heard of a martial artist being able to give birth!"

"Stop talking nonsense! I'm telling you, you'd better get home right now!"

Yang Xian knew his parents wouldn't believe him.

The martial arts tradition is dying out; this is a consensus among everyone.

This was also a major reason why he chose to keep it a secret in the first place, since such things are too difficult to explain.

It's not something that can be explained in just a few words.

But it's okay, soon... soon someone will be able to prove it for me.

"Dad, I might not have time to come home right now." Yang Xian rubbed his throbbing temples, his tone sincere. "I'll come back to see you after I've finished dealing with what I'm doing."

Chengwu University will start the new semester in just over twenty days.

I need to hurry up and finish those two damn tasks before I can report for duty.

Time is really running out!

"You..." Yang's father on the other end of the phone seemed to want to say something, but in the end it only turned into a long sigh, "Sigh! You'd better watch yourself!"

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The call was disconnected.

The carriage returned to silence, with only the soft hum of the hovering engine remaining.

Yang Xian put down his phone and let out a long sigh.

Things are finally back to normal with my parents for now.

"Master, are you alright?" Feng tilted his head, looking worried.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Yang Xian patted the girl's head. "You'll see your sister soon."

When we get to the Jiang family, we should...

Could something worse have happened?