Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Liuyun City.

Viscount Bartley's Mansion.

Doug is gone.

The footsteps were heavy, making a thud on the floor tiles.

It seemed a bit rushed.

It seemed like it was in a hurry to find a secluded place to process the shock it had just experienced.

Raven stood in the center of the empty training room.

Bow down.

His gaze fell on the back of his right hand.

There, the skin was smooth and white, like jade.

Only he himself could sense that beneath his skin lay some ancient, greedy will.

"What...are you?"

Raven gently rubbed the back of his right hand with his left.

It feels warm to the touch.

The domineering feeling that had just been devouring the elements of heaven and earth and forcibly infusing it into his body had now vanished.

Instead, a special warm current was seeping out of the invisible pattern, nourishing Raven's muscles and skin.

Comfortable.

It's like soaking in a hot spring.

Every cell was cheering and greedily absorbing this strange energy.

"Now that we have this great hand!"

"Then I'm determined to get to the bottom of it!"

A moment later.

A glint of light flashed in Raven's eyes.

In his past life, he was an orphan who struggled in the mud, and the most important lesson he learned was—

Having food in hand means peace of mind.

Strength is the only true currency.

……

A month later.

backyard.

Raven sat cross-legged on a large blue rock.

The crimson battle qi within his body surged like a wild horse, rampaging through his meridians.

For an ordinary person, their meridians would have exploded long ago.

But Raven's meridians were terrifyingly resilient.

No matter how violent the fighting spirit was, it was firmly bound to the predetermined path.

Finally, it flows into the dantian and the sea of ​​qi.

hum!

The air vibrated slightly.

Raven suddenly opened his eyes.

A dark red beastly shadow flickered in the depths of his pupils.

"break."

Raven's lips moved slightly.

It seemed as if some barrier shattered in response.

There were no obstacles.

Level 3 Warrior, Battle Spirit Qualified.

If the old folks outside knew this, they'd probably be so ashamed they'd want to smash their heads against a block of tofu.

One month.

Jump from level one to level three.

Even a rocket wouldn't be this fast.

Raven stood up and stretched his neck.

The joints cracked and popped.

"It's still too slow."

Raven was somewhat dissatisfied.

If Doug heard this, he would probably have a stroke on the spot.

……

Dinner time.

A clean white tablecloth was laid on the long dining table.

The candlelight flickered on the silver candlestick.

Doug sat in the head seat.

Holding a knife and fork, he cut a level 5 monster meat steak on his plate.

The movements were graceful.

But his eyes kept drifting towards Raven.

With an expression that was both inquisitive and bewildered.

"Raven."

"How's your cultivation going lately?"

Doug stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed it twice.

He was asking a question he already knew the answer to.

As a level nine expert, how could he possibly hide the changes in his son's aura from him?

But he just wanted to hear his son admit it himself.

Or rather, to find some psychological balance.

"good."

"Just broke through to level three."

Raven didn't even look up, focusing on the broccoli on his plate.

"cough!"

Doug suddenly started coughing.

I almost choked to death on that expensive piece of monster meat.

Although it was expected.

But when I heard the words "Level 3" spoken so casually by my eight-year-old son.

Doug's heart still couldn't take it.

"Eat slowly!"

"Nobody's going to take it from you!"

The hostess, Jenny, quickly put down her cutlery and gently patted her husband's back.

"Father is happy."

Raven picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, looking completely calm.

"Happy?"

Jenny was a little confused.

She's just a level six mage.

Although I understand the warrior's training system.

But she had no real idea of ​​how extraordinary her son was.

In her eyes, all that matters is that her son is healthy.

"My brother is lying!"

A childish voice interrupted.

Avril sat on a high stool, her two short legs dangling in mid-air.

She is only five years old.

Her delicate, pretty face was covered in sauce, and she was holding a chicken leg in her hand.

"Father was clearly choking on the meat!"

"I saw it very clearly!"

Avril waved the chicken leg to increase the credibility of her words.

Doug blushed.

I took a sip of red wine to calm my nerves.

"Ahem~"

"Avril is right."

He glared at Raven.

The meaning was clear: give me some face.

Raven shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

"Come!"

"Raven, eat more meat."

"This is the time when you're growing, and cultivation is so strenuous, don't tire yourself out."

Jenny looked at Raven with affection and placed a large, perfectly cooked steak onto his plate.

"Thank you, Mother."

Raven felt a warmth in his heart.

The maternal love I didn't experience in my past life, I've made up for in this one.

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

"Mom is biased!"

"I'm growing too!"

Avril Lavigne quit.

She pouted and pushed the plate around, making a clattering sound.

"Look at you, you've gotten so fat!"

Raven mercilessly finished him off.

He reached out and pinched his sister's round cheeks.

It has an excellent feel, being soft, chewy, and bouncy.

"Bad brother!"

Avril angrily slapped Raven's hand away.

He turned to Doug and complained.

"Father, my brother is bullying me!"

Doug watched this scene unfold.

The harsh lines of his face softened.

This is home.

Why did he fight so fiercely on the battlefield, killing countless people?

Isn't it all for the sake of protecting this peace?

only……

Their gazes fell on Raven again.

The speed at which this kid is growing up makes him, as a father, both gratified and anxious.

The fledgling eagles grow too fast.

Before the eagle could even teach him how to fly, the little guy seemed ready to soar into the sky.

……

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

late autumn.

The courtyard of the Viscount's mansion was covered with fallen leaves.

On the training ground.

Two figures were passing each other at high speed.

boom!

A muffled thud.

A figure flew backward, performed a beautiful backflip in the air, and landed steadily.

It's Raven.

Opposite him, Doug stood motionless, one hand behind his back.

But a look of shock flashed in Doug's eyes.

Was that punch really thrown by an eight-year-old child?

Even some level 5 warriors couldn't withstand that nimble attack!

"Um!"

"not bad!"

"Both his fighting spirit and physical body have reached the peak of level four, and his foundation is still very solid."

soon.

Doug smiled and spoke to Raven.

Ever since Raven's fighting spirit reached the level of a level three warrior!

He then began to teach Raven combat techniques!

Firstly, he wanted Raven to learn some combat skills!

Secondly, he wanted Raven to practice flying fighter jets, thus slowing down his advancement!

That's right!

Doug wanted to suppress Raven's breakthrough speed!

the reason is simple!

Raven is not even ten years old yet, he's too young!

He was worried that Raven would focus too much on cultivation, causing his foundation to become unstable!

Even so.

Raven has broken through to level four and can become a level five warrior at any time.

In this situation...

Doug was very proud.

No wonder he's Doug Bartley's son!

Hehe~

"It's all thanks to my father's good teaching!"

Raven nodded obediently.

He wasn't lying.

Because of the birthmark on the back of my hand.

Breaking through his cultivation level wouldn't be difficult for him.

However, the birthmark on the back of his hand prevented him from gaining extensive combat experience.

But Doug could!

A level nine warrior's combat experience is far greater than Raven imagined!

"Alright."

That's all for today.

"Tomorrow, Avril is going to have her magical talent tested."

"I wonder how talented this little girl is in magic?"