Swallowing the Stars: Starting with a Meteor Tear

Chapter 6 Father and Son

"Click."

The alloy door of the underground martial arts training hall opened to the side, and Zhou Yang, dressed in a gray training uniform, strolled out.

He stayed in the underground training hall for several hours. By then it was getting late, and all the lights in the villa were on.

When he arrived at the living room on the first floor, he saw his mother, Wang Shumei, sitting on the sofa chatting quietly with a burly middle-aged man.

When Zhou Yang saw the burly middle-aged man, his eyes lit up immediately!

"Dad, you're back!"

The burly middle-aged man was Zhou Yong, the father of Zhou Yang's body, and also a high-level warrior of the Limit Martial Arts Academy.

In his previous life, Zhou Yang's parents passed away at a young age, and he was able to grow up smoothly thanks to the help of relatives and neighbors. Therefore, he had an extra longing for family affection.

When he was fortunate enough to come into this world and to have loving parents, he naturally cherished it all the more.

Furthermore, since he had absorbed all of the original owner's memories when he transmigrated, even though it had been more than half a year since he transmigrated, he had already accepted his current identity and the hard-won parental love.

At this moment, the middle-aged man also looked at Zhou Yang, and a relieved smile appeared on his originally somewhat ferocious face.

"Son, you've finished your training? Haha, your mom just told me you successfully passed the preliminary martial artist assessment? Not bad, well done!"

As he spoke, he gave Zhou Yang a thumbs-up.

Zhou Yang quickly walked to the sofa and sat down, responding with a grin:

"I am the son of Zhou Yong, the Mad Saber. Passing this preliminary martial artist assessment is a piece of cake for me."

His father, Zhou Yong, was skilled with a heavy longsword and his fighting style was characterized by wide, sweeping attacks.

Over the years, he has earned the nickname "Mad Blade" in the martial arts circles of Yangzhou, something he has always been quite proud of.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, Zhou Yong's face showed a smug smile.

"Haha, well said. My son, Zhou Yong the Mad Blade, will pass this quasi-martial artist assessment with ease."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and fiddled with it for a while. Not long after, Zhou Yang received a text message notification on his phone.

"Your account has received 8000000 yuan, and your current balance is 14654900 yuan."

After Zhou Yong finished his operation, he looked up at Zhou Yang and smiled:

"Dad just got back and didn't have time to prepare any gifts for you. Here's some money for you. Before you have to go to the wilderness, go out and have some fun with your friends."

As he spoke, he secretly winked at Zhou Yang.

"Thank you, Dad!" Zhou Yang didn't refuse.

He put away his phone, then remembered something else and asked:

"By the way, Dad, how long are you staying home this time?"

For freelance martial artists like Zhou Yong, in addition to supporting their families, the cultivation techniques, secret manuals, weapons, and combat uniforms they acquire are all extremely expensive.

In order to earn money, they spend almost half of the year in the wilderness.

Upon hearing Zhou Yang's question, Zhou Yong's smile gradually faded, and he sighed softly before explaining:

"This time it will probably take at least two or three months. Your Uncle Liu got injured and needs to rest for a while."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Zhou Yong's words, Zhou Yang's mind began to stir.

Having successfully cultivated his genetic energy, his physical abilities have experienced a surge, and he's been thinking about honing his movement techniques and combat skills recently.

Now, with a martial arts father with rich practical experience sitting in front of me, isn't he the best teacher and sparring partner?

Having made up his mind, he immediately revealed his recent plans.

"Dad, I just successfully cultivated my genetic energy, and my physical abilities have improved a lot. I'm thinking of honing my movement techniques and such. Could you give me some pointers?"

Sitting on the sofa, Zhou Yong was in a good mood and naturally had no reason to refuse his son's request.

"Okay, I'm on vacation and don't have much to do lately, I'll keep you company."

He had only said half of what he wanted to say when the rest of the words caught in his throat, and an incredulous expression appeared on his face.

"Son, what did you just say? You succeeded in cultivating genetic energy? Didn't you only start cultivating it for the first time today?"

Zhou Yang smiled slightly and said, "This is my first time cultivating, but I have already successfully refined the cosmic energy into my body."

Upon receiving Zhou Yang's affirmation, a look of surprise appeared on Zhou Yong's father's face.

It is important to know that the most difficult step in this Gene Energy Cultivation Method is sensing the energy of the universe during the initial cultivation.

Most martial artists spend several months or even one or two years on this step.

Only a very few geniuses can successfully sense it on their first attempt at cultivation.

It took him three or four months to get the first step!

Upon learning that Zhou Yang had successfully sensed cosmic energy on his very first attempt at cultivation, Zhou Yong was naturally extremely surprised.

However, this surprise quickly turned into boundless ecstasy!

"You succeeded on your first attempt! Son, you're a genius!"

"Haha, this is great news! I have to show off to your Uncle Liu and the others!"

As Zhou Yong spoke, he took out his phone and started dialing numbers one by one.

"Hey, Lao Liu, how's your injury? I have good news for you, my son Yangyang has successfully cultivated genetic energy."

"Hey captain, what are you up to? Did you know your nephew successfully cultivated genetic energy? Treating us? Sure, no problem! Make as much as you want at Yipinxuan!"

"Hey, Lao Xu, how did you know Yangyang successfully cultivated genetic energy?"

Zhou Yong made a phone call for nearly an hour before reluctantly putting down his phone.

Sitting next to him, Wang Shumei rolled her eyes at him and scolded, "Look at you! You just got back and instead of spending time with your son, you're already showing off!"

Although her words were scolding, a clear sense of joy could be heard in her tone.

Zhou Yong, who had been complained about by his wife, chuckled and grinned, saying:

"Haha, yes, we should spend more time with our son. Tell Aunt Wu not to cook; we'll go out to eat later and celebrate!"

Early the next morning, Zhou Yong brought Zhou Yang to the Yangzhou City Extreme Club located in the Mingyue Community.

After all, you need a spacious place to practice movement techniques, and the training hall in the basement of the house is really too small.

According to regulations, the training hall of the Extreme Club is only open to martial artists. Strictly speaking, Zhou Yang is not yet qualified to use the facilities here.

However, he had just passed the preliminary martial artist assessment yesterday, and with Zhou Yong, a senior martial artist, leading the way, the guards in the training hall let them in directly after checking their identity information.

On the sixth floor of the Extreme Club, looking at the huge training hall in front of him, Zhou Yang was filled with excitement.

Just yesterday, I passed the preliminary martial artist assessment right here.

In just one day, his physical fitness had skyrocketed to a level comparable to that of a high-level warrior.

If this got out, it would probably shock a lot of people.

After showing Zhou Yang around, Zhou Yong didn't immediately start teaching him any techniques. Instead, he asked:

"Son, how much do you know about the different levels of movement techniques?"

Zhou Yang smiled somewhat awkwardly upon hearing this:

"I've only heard that the realms of movement techniques are divided into four levels: basic, subtle, perfect, and artistic conception. I have no idea how they are specifically divided."

What he said was true. In order to keep up with Luo Feng, he devoted all his free time to improving his physical fitness, and he did not know much about some basic knowledge.

Even the four realms of movement techniques were things I learned from reading novels in my previous life.

"You know the four levels of movement techniques, that's good."

Zhou Yong nodded slightly and continued explaining to Zhou Yang:

"The so-called basic level is the skill of attacking and dodging through countless training battles. Eventually, you can use them as a conditioned reflex. That is the basic level of movement technique."

"From the basic level upwards, there is the microscopic level, which requires powerful speed and neural reaction speed to calculate the trajectory of the opponent's attack the moment it is launched and make the most exquisite reaction with the least cost."

"The level above Microscopic is the Perfect level, which you can't access for now, so I won't go into it."

Zhou Yong gave Zhou Yang a general explanation of the characteristics of the first two realms of movement techniques, and then solemnly instructed Zhou Yang:

"Of course, the division of realms is one aspect, but in actual combat, adaptability is more important, since efficiency is paramount in actual combat."

Hearing his father's words, Zhou Yang nodded slightly in agreement.

Zhou Yong then walked to the side, turned on the punching power and speed testing machine, and turned to Zhou Yang with a smile:

"Let's test your punching power and speed first, and see what level you've reached now."

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang was also eager to try.

After completing my training in Gene Energy yesterday, I simply tested my punching power and was quite curious about how fast I could go.

He first walked to the punching power testing machine and stood still. After slightly gathering his strength, his right fist slammed heavily onto the punching target of the testing machine like a missile.

"Beep beep beep!"

As the testing machine beeped, a line of numbers appeared on the display screen—4682kg!

Looking at the numbers on the screen, Zhou Yang nodded in satisfaction and turned to look at Zhou Yong standing to the side.

However, Zhou Yong was frozen in place, his wide eyes filled with shock.

"44682 kg!"

He rubbed his eyes hard and checked the numbers on the screen again.

Only after confirming that she hadn't misread it did she slap Zhou Yang hard on the shoulder.

"Good lad, your punching power has increased so much all of a sudden! Why didn't you tell me sooner!"

Zhou Yong's slap was extremely powerful. Even though Zhou Yang had reached the advanced warrior level of physical fitness, he felt a weight on his shoulder and involuntarily grimaced.

He rubbed his shoulders and whispered:

"It's not my fault, you didn't even ask."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yong glared at him and said irritably, "You think you're right?!"

As he spoke, he quickly took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Brother Wu, this is Lao Zhou. Here's the thing..."

(End of this chapter)