Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

Bang!

Isaac's pupils contracted as he was sent flying, landing on the edge of the arena.

"puff!"

He coughed up blood as he stood up.

"What happened? I think I defended myself." Isaac knew clearly that he had just blocked the shoulder strike with his hands in front of him.

"It seems Your Highness is unaware of something called 'internal strength'," the burly man said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Internal strength?

This was the first time Isaac had ever heard this word.

However, before he could think, the burly man charged at him again. This time, instead of a shoulder strike, he threw a punch from the side, his fist radiating a powerful aura.

Isaac didn't dare to take the punch directly, so he chose to dodge it by turning to the side.

Just as he dodged, a fist suddenly came flying at him and struck Isaac like a whip.

Bang!

Isaac was sent flying once again, and he finally understood the terrifying power of the New Kingdom's martial arts.

"Your Highness, you've done a remarkable job to push me to this point. You should know that I'm the leader among these eighteen people," the burly man said with a smile.

“I haven’t given up either,” Isaac suddenly laughed. “Have you ever heard of alchemy?”

"Varied……"

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, a stone pillar suddenly rose from beneath his feet, shooting skyward and slamming him against the ceiling.

Slowly, the stone pillar descended. The burly man on top had already fainted when the pillar hit the ceiling. A large amount of blood was squeezed out of his wounds.

"I won." Isaac left these words and stepped off the arena.

The emperor, looking thoughtfully at Isaac from above, asked the general beside him, "General, what do you think?"

"This humble general believes that Your Highness is a person with both courage and talent, but judging from the duel just now, you still lack skill. Your Highness is missing a good teacher."

"Is that so?" the emperor said. "Then, General, would you be willing to become an extraordinary mentor?"

Upon hearing this, the general knelt on one knee and said, "It is my honor."

At that moment, Isaac shouted towards the stands, "The fight's over, can I leave now?"

"Oh, you can go back now. Come back here in a week." After saying this, the emperor and the general walked out.

Isaac then walked over to the burly man, took out the Philosopher's Stone, and began to heal him.

A flash of red light, and the two hideous wounds on the burly man's chest had disappeared, leaving not even a scar.

After getting up, the burly man immediately knelt on one knee: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

“No, no, I’m not a prince,” Isaac continued. “I’m very curious about that thing you just used called ‘internal energy.’ Could you tell me about it?”

“Of course, no problem.” The burly man said, and began to explain to Isaac.

A few minutes later.

"I see, I understand now."

Isaac stepped onto the fighting stage and assumed a starting stance.

“Your Highness, practicing ‘internal strength’ requires time and patience, not…”

Isaac stepped forward with his right foot, then slammed his left foot into the ground, causing his spine to rotate rapidly.

"drink."

Although the punch seemed calm and unassuming, the burly man could feel its power.

"Your Highness, how did you learn it so quickly?"

Chapter 112: The Miraculous Madam Yao

"Rather than saying I've mastered it now, I should say I should have known it a long time ago," Isaac murmured, looking at his hands.

The moment he threw the punch, that familiar feeling told him it was definitely not the first time he had used it.

"It seems I must have been exposed to martial arts before I was seven years old. Maybe it was Master Fu who taught me," Isaac thought to himself as he left the training ground.

I've only been in Singapore for a few days, and before I've even found anyone who can use 'qi,' quite a few things have happened. First, I discovered my identity, and then I met my parents.

In short, hurry up and finish your business and go back to Amestris. There's a ton of stuff waiting for you there.

As he stepped out of the palace, he saw his mother waving to him.

"Feifan! You've finally arrived!" Madam Yao jogged towards Isaac. "What does His Majesty need you for?"

“Yeah, I just asked a few questions,” Isaac said.

Before coming out, Isaac had already repaired his injuries and torn clothes, and he showed no signs of having just been in a fight.

"That's good." Madam Yao breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately looked at Isaac with shining eyes: "Feifan! Who is that super cute girl to you?"

Super cute girl?

Seeing his mother's excited face, Isaac was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"It's that little girl with blonde hair, as delicate as a doll! She seems to have been waiting for you. What's your relationship? Don't mind telling Mommy, okay?" Mrs. Yao was as excited as a child.

Following the direction his mother was pointing, Isaac saw the person she was talking about.

"Oh, Violet, she's one of my subordinates."

"Eh? Just subordinates? Is there no deeper relationship?" Madam Yao asked, unwilling to give up.

"No."

Have you tried to develop any deeper relationships?

“No… By the way, what exactly do you mean by ‘a deeper relationship’?” Isaac asked helplessly.

Upon hearing Isaac's question, Mrs. Yao rubbed her forehead and exclaimed, "Oh, why is my son so foolish?"

“How am I stupid? I passed the State Alchemist exam at fourteen. I’m incredibly smart,” Isaac retorted, annoyed.

Madam Yao said with exasperation, "I mean, don't you want to develop something with this little girl named Violet?"

“We’re already his subordinates, what more do we need to develop? We’ve been through thick and thin together on the battlefield, we’re best buddies,” Isaac said proudly.

“...My foolish son, you’ll stay single forever.”

"Don't worry, I'm very popular in the Amestoris military headquarters. If I want, I'm sure some female soldiers will come to me."

"Do you like mature women? You haven't changed at all in that respect," Madam Yao said with a smile, resting her cheek on her hand.

"By the way, Mom, how did you and Violet meet?"

"When I went out, I saw Lanfang and that girl arguing about something. I went over and asked her what the girl's name was."

quarrel?

"Lanfang seemed to want to become your subordinate, but Violet just said expressionlessly, 'I am Mr. Isaac's subordinate,' which made Lanfang blush with anger."

At this point, Madam Yao nudged Isaac with her elbow: "Impressive, you've actually made two girls jealous of you!"

Has anyone told you that your current smile is immoral?

“I see. So Lanfang also saw my leadership qualities and wanted to become my subordinate? You have good judgment.” Isaac nodded.

"...I always feel like we're not talking about the same thing."

Mrs. Yao sighed, feeling that her son was probably beyond saving.

"Speaking of which, that girl named Violet is so cute, I really want to hold her in my arms." Madam Yao had a familiar smile on her face, but then sighed.

"But every time I try to hug her, she hides to the side. Honestly, I've already told her that I'm her mom."

"If you hadn't told her, you would probably be beaten to the ground right now for your rude behavior."

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After gathering together, the group took the train back to the Yao tribe's settlement.

It was already evening when we arrived at our destination.

The camp was already decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers. When the clansmen heard that the Seventh Prince Yao Feifan, who had been away from home for ten years, had returned, they all said that they needed to have a proper celebration.

When they saw Isaac and the others return, they all greeted them warmly.

"Brother Feifan, you're back."

"Long time no see, Brother Feifan!"

"Welcome home, Fei Fan!"

"Brother Feifan..."

Although everyone was welcoming him, Isaac felt the veins on his head bulging, as if they were about to burst.

It is said that Isaac was approachable when he was young, and his tribesmen liked to call him that.

"Brother, don't get agitated. Although I don't know why you don't like this title, they didn't mean any harm," Yao Lin kept reassuring Isaac from the side.

"Of course I know, but for some reason, hearing that nickname makes me want to punch someone." Isaac pressed down on the veins on his forehead to force himself to calm down.

Ever since Violet returned, she has been clutching Isaac's sleeve with her little hand, probably because of her mother's gleaming eyes as she looked at Violet.

Back at the Yao clan's residence, after settling in, the banquet began.

The Yao clan chief was an elderly man with gray hair, who was also Mrs. Yao's father, so he could also be considered Isaac's grandfather.

"To celebrate my grandson Yao Feifan's return from Amestoris, cheers!"

"Oh!!"

The banquet proceeded in a lively atmosphere.

Isaac really liked this atmosphere, unlike the elegant conversations and drinks of nobles at banquets in Leiden, Sheftrich, or Amestris, where Isaac always felt out of place.

But the atmosphere here is much freer. Everyone is talking loudly, and everyone's face is full of joyful smiles, a bit like the victory celebration party when I was in the army.

At this moment, Isaac also immersed himself in this atmosphere and began to eat and drink heartily.