C8 Transform
C8 Transform
After Yang Xuan tidied up his room, he walked to the courtyard and swept his gaze across the corner of the courtyard. Finally, he took a few bundles of firewood from the corner and started chopping. Just like before, the most important thing for him to wake up every day was only two things. One was to read books, and the other was to cook.
As for what happened last night, it had already been deliberately forgotten by him.
The sound of firewood chopping rang out in the courtyard. After two or three sounds, Yang Xuan suddenly stopped.
Yang Xuan looked at his muscular arm and was stunned. Although his skin was fair before, he felt that his arm was fairer than before. Furthermore, his muscles were full of strength. Just now, he only used half of his usual strength, but he actually made a cut on the damp wood.
Yang Xuan felt a trace of surprise in his heart.
In order to confirm that it was not an illusion, he immediately placed the wood on the chopping block. Then he held the axe with both hands. The sharp edge of the blade formed an arc, emitting a cold light under the sunlight. Then, he used his strength to chop down the wood, and the wood actually split in half from the middle. Furthermore, the momentum of the axe did not decrease, and in the end, it deeply chopped down on the wooden stump.
This shocked Yang Xuan. Since he was five or six years old and could pick up the axe, he had started chopping firewood. He had been chopping firewood for more than ten years, but today he seemed to be doing it very effortlessly. His strength seemed to be greater than usual. He faintly felt that he would not be tired even if he chopped firewood for a day. He immediately placed the second piece of wood on the wooden stump and held the axe in his hand. He thought for a while and used 30% of his usual strength to cut the wood. The wood split in the middle again.
Yang Xuan was stunned.
After a long time, he guessed some possibilities.
Could it be the effect of the pearl?
When the bead entered his body yesterday, Yang Xuan had already felt that it contained a terrifying amount of energy. At the beginning, the energy was out of his control and was running all over his body. This caused him to suffer serious injuries. Later, when he was about to die, he seemed to hear an obscure chant in his mind. Then, he acted according to the chant with the attitude of trying, and only then did his pain lessen.
After he practiced that chant, the pain in his entire body miraculously recovered. No wonder when he woke up in the morning, he felt that his physical strength was very abundant, and his eyes were clear. He seemed to have endless power. All of this should be attributed to that pearl.
Could this be the sign of him becoming a cultivator?
Yang Xuan was not unfamiliar with the term 'Immortal Cultivator'. He had always wanted to become an Immortal Cultivator. Because only by cultivating could he become stronger. Only by cultivating could he do what he wanted to do. Unfortunately, in the Yang family, he couldn't even be compared to a servant. He didn't have the slightest chance to cultivate.
A few days ago, his aunt asked him if he wanted to leave the Yang family. And whether or not he wanted to know the cause of his parents' death. At that time, he answered that he did not want to leave the Yang family, and he did not care about the cause of his parents' death. But how could he really not care? Even if he honestly said what he thought, his aunt might not tell him the truth. He remembered that when he was young, he had asked Eldest Uncle about it. He had not forgotten Eldest Uncle's expression at that time. Eldest Uncle held his arm tightly and stared at him for more than ten seconds before shaking his hand off. In the end, Eldest Uncle left without looking back. At that time, his arm was covered with purple fingerprints. He was so scared that he didn't dare to move. He still had lingering fear in the years after that.
It was precisely because he had experienced these things that he didn't mention anything about his parents in the future.
But that did not mean that he would not think about these things.
Whenever he had time, he would think of these things. He really wanted to know how his parents died. He wanted to leave the Yang family even in his dreams. He wanted to leave this courtyard that had kept him under house arrest for sixteen years. Now that he had the chance to become an Immortal cultivator, he wanted to seize this opportunity to make himself stronger. Then he wanted to investigate all of his questions. He didn't want to live foolishly any longer!
As he thought of this, a knock suddenly sounded from the quiet courtyard.
Three knocks were neither light nor heavy, neither fast nor slow. His aunt had just come yesterday, so why did she come again today? Could it be that she came because of what happened last night?
Yang Xuan withdrew his thoughts and rolled down his sleeves. He tidied his clothes and opened the door.
It was indeed Yang Qianxue.
Just like before, he greeted her respectfully and invited her in.
Yang Qianxue walked into the courtyard and saw the scattered firewood in the courtyard. She asked, "You haven't eaten yet?"
"I haven't eaten yet. Do you want to eat with me? I'm going to cook noodles now." Yang Xuan immediately replied.
"You don't have to trouble yourself."
Yang Qianxue looked at the axe marks on the wooden pole and the blade on the wooden pole. She raised her eyebrows and said, "You stay here for the next few days. Don't go out. As long as the treasures stolen by the City Lord's Mansion were not found, the Immortal Cultivation Hall would not let this matter rest. The thief is hiding somewhere. You have to be careful all the time. "
Yang Xuan looked at her and wanted to say something but stopped himself.
Yang Qianxue smiled and said, "Save the money I gave you yesterday. Don't expose the money. Don't let others think about it. "
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Yang Xuan's reply, she turned around and left the courtyard.
After leaving the courtyard, Yang Qianxue suddenly frowned. Yesterday, she knew that the people from the Immortal Cultivation Hall had gone to Yang Xuan's residence to search. She was still a little worried about Yang Xuan, so she walked to Yang Xuan's courtyard. In the end, she saw Yang Xuan sitting cross-legged on the ground, covered in blood. The black-clothed man behind him had a Spiritual Force in his hand, and was about to slash at Yang Xuan's head. She was so shocked that she immediately gathered all the Spiritual Force on her body and attacked the thief's hand.
The thief sensed the danger and turned around to escape without looking back. Yang Qianxue immediately walked to Yang Xuan's side and found that although Yang Xuan's body was covered in blood, the surrounding Spirit Aura gathered around him. It formed a Spirit Aura vortex. This was a scene that only cultivators could see when cultivating!
At that time, she was extremely shocked. How did Yang Xuan learn the cultivation technique? It looked like the seal formed by his hands was not taught by the Yang family. The seal formed by his hands was incomparably complicated, and even she couldn't understand it. Also, the purity of the Spirit Aura around his body was not something an ordinary Spirit Aura could compare with!
When Yang Qianxue saw this, she had already faintly guessed in her heart at that time...
Everyone had their own secrets. In her heart, she only felt that this child's life was not easy.
Her big brother didn't allow Yang Xuan to cultivate, and wanted him to live here like an ordinary person for the rest of his life. But how could she bear to? It was still the same sentence. What if Yang Xuan had the same rare talent as his father? Wouldn't that be too unfair to Yang Xuan?
Yang Qianxue looked at Yang Xuan's tender face and wanted to ask him about this matter, but in the end, she still left.
Since the heavens couldn't stop Yang Xuan from cultivating, as his aunt, she couldn't stop him either.
She would pretend that she didn't come here last night.
She would pretend that she didn't know anything...