Weasel, I heard from your mother that you came back a little late last night.
"Give me a reasonable explanation.”
Breakfast time ended.
Weasel, who was about to go to school on time, was stopped by his father.
In the living room.
The father was sitting on the throne, and the son was kneeling below. The scene looked so serious.
Weasel lowered his head and said nothing.
He wanted to explain.
But he didn't know where to start.
Should he directly say that he had originally planned to cultivate for a while before going home, but he met a girl and delayed his time?
or
In the end, Weasel chose to remain silent.
This was his intuition.
Telling her father about her discovery yesterday didn't seem like a good decision.
Whether it was for his father, himself, or that girl.
"Forget it."
"If you don't want to explain, I won't force you.”
"But I hope you know what you're doing.”
After a long time.
The anger in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a flash of affection. Uchiha Tomitake did not press him to the end.
As the clan leader, he did not have much time to spend with his son.
However, the ferret was indeed capable.
He entered the school early and maintained his top grades. Moreover, he was the first student in the class.
As a father, he was very satisfied.
"Go to school."
"I remember, you are the eldest son of the Uchiha clan leader.”
"You represent Uchiha."
After Uchiha Tomitaka finished speaking, his figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared.
After a long time.
Weasel finally heaved a sigh of relief.
His father's voice echoed in the air.
Weasel himself didn't know if it was a request or an order.
"On behalf of Uchiha?"
Weasel muttered.
He understood his father's words.
But what puzzled him was that
Why was it that even though he understood it, he was still feeling more and more confused?
He shook his head.
Weitake stood up, put on his bag again, and walked to school.
At an intersection, he used a shadow clone to go to school in his place.
Weasel's main body headed straight for the small forest where he usually cultivated.
He had never been so eager to cultivate.
He desired to forget everything and immerse himself in cultivation.
Of course.
It would be even better if he could meet the girl from yesterday again.
.........
On the other side.
Qing Chuan, who had left early in the morning, had already completed the first group of slashing cultivation.
Senbonsaka had already returned to its sheath. What he needed to do now was to cultivate the Ghost Dao.
His arms were frighteningly heavy.
However, Qing Chuan realized that under such circumstances, he could concentrate even more.
The spiritual power in his body began to mobilize.
This power that did not belong to this world was frantically condensing in Qing Chuan's body.
Finally.
According to the cultivation guide in his mind, the spiritual power in Qing Chuan's body finally reached a critical point and condensed on his two fingers.
"Breaking the Dao-Charge!"
Boom!
After a short incantation, a white shockwave directly smashed from Qing Chuan's fingertips into the tree in front of him!
A loud sound rang out.
The tree that was as thick as an adult's waist suddenly shook violently.
The place where the shock wave hit had already shown a crack due to the huge force.
" Oh?!"
Qing Chuan, who was overwhelmed by a sense of exhaustion, was extremely energetic.
He hurriedly ran to the big tree and measured it for a while, revealing a satisfied expression on his face.
"The effect is not bad, huh?"
Although it was only the lowest level of Dao Breaking.
However, the effect was not much different from what he had done the whole morning.
In fact, Qing Chuan himself knew.
The main reason for this situation was that his current body was still too weak.
After all, in the later stages of Death God's battle, this kind of low-level Ghost Dao was basically useless.
However, he could not help but feel happy!
After all.
Wasn't this a good start?
However, at this moment.
A series of sounds came from behind him, and Qing Chuan's expression immediately became alert again.
As someone who possessed the Death God's inheritance, Qing Chuan's soul perception had always been his forte.
Someone was coming.
Without another word!
Qing Chuan turned around and brandished his saber!
The cultivation of the Death God's ability was his biggest secret.
If someone saw his Ghost Dao…
If they were not sure that this person could keep it a secret, or if they could not use excuses such as blood stains to fool him,
Qingchuan was also prepared to silence them!
Although she was dressed in women's clothing.
But who wasn't a f * cking boor?!
"That…Don't be nervous, it's still me, Uchiha Weasel.”
"We met yesterday. Have you forgotten?”
The one who spoke was Uchiha Weitake.
Qing Chuan, who had turned around, was stunned for a moment, but his eyes quickly turned cold again.
"Why is it you again?"
Why couldn't he dodge it?
Qing Chuan panicked.
He did not know how much Weasel had seen.
Of course, he didn't think he could successfully fool a five-year-old prodigy who had the ability to think like a shadow.
However…
Looking at Weasel's apologetic eyes,
Qing Chuan's heart was suddenly filled with a strange feeling.
"I just happened to be cultivating nearby." Weasel hurriedly spread his hands and said uneasily.
"Then, I heard the noise here and came over out of curiosity. I'm really sorry to disturb you again.”
As he spoke, he ignored the knife in Qing Chuan's hand and bowed 90 degrees to express his apology.
Qing Chuan raised his eyebrows.
He looked at the nervous Weasel.
An evil and bold idea quietly appeared in his mind.
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