High Martial Arts Start with Ant Talent Fusion

The man and woman were none other than Fang Fan and Fang Wen.

The two had come to the Chaotic City and followed Fang Ling all the way here, but Fang Ling was not in danger for the time being.

Unexpectedly, he saw Nirvana's second and third leaders here. Fang Fan immediately realized that something was amiss, but then he heard about something that happened decades ago.

Moreover, this matter is related to his family.

"Sir...sir..."

"It's been decades, and I've missed you so much!"

The moment Jing Yushan saw Fang Fan's true face, his memories traveled back in time to decades ago, blurring his vision and bringing tears to his eyes.

At that time, he was still weak and could only follow behind his master and pick up the scraps, while his master swept through the monsters on the front line and slaughtered everyone.

The scene shifts, and the adult raises his arm high, surrounded by countless powerful figures, while he himself is an inconspicuous fellow, standing quietly to the side, silently following wherever the adult goes.

But later, his voice became hoarse, he wept blood and tears, and his whole body was covered in wounds. With difficulty, he turned his head to look, and the sky had turned blood red. There was the roar of countless people. There was no hope ahead. His own family had died from exhaustion and was left forever in that city.

Her eyes lit up, and her thoughts, which had been scattered across the distant past, refocused on the man before her.

"Are you an adult?"

"No...you're not an adult..."

Jing Yushan stared at Fang Fan and muttered to himself. He so wished that the person in front of him was the invincible powerhouse who had conquered all directions back then, but he was not.

Why?

Why does he look so much like my adult?

Jing Yushan trembled as he slowly reached out his hands to touch Fang Fan, finding it hard to believe what could possibly excite a Grandmaster to the point of losing control of his body.

"Young master, what about this old man?"

Seeing this, Fang Wen hurriedly stepped in front of Fang Fan, thinking that the old man was about to attack his master.

"It's alright, don't worry."

Fang Fan comforted him, watching as the white-haired old man touched his face with his wrinkled hand.

He could already feel the warmth of the old man's palm.

"Is...is that you, child?"

Jing Yushan affectionately stroked Fang Fan, feeling the familiarity brought by his bloodline. This was the bloodline of his master, a feeling he would never forget.

Once, while fighting alongside the adults, he was critically injured and on the verge of death, but the adults saved him using the power of their bloodline.

Although it was very weak, he still possessed a trace of the adult's bloodline power.

However, because this power is too weak, one can only feel the connection with someone of the same bloodline at close range.

This is also the only way that one can use bloodlines to detect the offspring of one's ancestors.

He had waited and searched for this kind of blood connection for decades.

My lord, this old servant has found your child...

"This old servant greets the young master!!!"

The moment he sensed the connection of bloodlines, Jing Yushan burst into tears. Facing Fang Fan, he knelt down on one knee, a salute they used when facing their superiors.

My life was given to me by my superiors, and I would have no regrets if I died for them.

"You're being too kind to me."

"I am just a junior, how can I accept such a grand gesture from you?"

Fang Fan hurriedly helped Jing Yushan up, but to his surprise, he showed no intention of getting up.

"This old servant will not rise."

"This old servant never imagined that I would live to see the young master again..."

"Young Master, you and your father have worked so hard all these years..."

"It's my fault for making you suffer so much. After all these decades, I've finally found you..."

At this moment, Jing Yushan no longer resembled a grandmaster, but rather an old man who had found his long-lost child, his heart filled with both joy and disbelief.

I never imagined that I would be able to find my parents' children even on my deathbed, but fate would play a cruel joke on me.

No, it's like fate gave me one big blow after another.

"Young Master, are you...are you real?"

Jing Yushan still couldn't believe what he was seeing, fearing it was just a fantasy.

"Look at me, sir, am I a fake?"

"I'm standing right in front of you now, obediently."

Fang Fan could sense Jing Yushan's excitement and the kinship he felt, as well as his immense respect. This was a genuine feeling, not something he was putting on.

After all, Fang Fan's ability to perceive things had greatly improved thanks to his fusion with insect talents.

Unexpectedly, while they were facing danger, somewhere in Jianghai City, there was an old man who had been searching for them day after day, year after year.

Fang Fan knew that if he didn't show up this time, the old man in front of him would leave with endless regret, which was something he couldn't accept.

Jing Yushan confided in Fang Fan like a child, as if he wanted to say everything that had been bottled up in his heart for decades.

But suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and looking at the young master before him, Jing Yushan exclaimed in surprise.

"Young Master, how did you become so powerful?"

"He even has a Grandmaster-level guard by his side. What has happened in the last few decades?"

"How did you manage to escape from them back then?"

"Did they release you?"

"still..."

"It's still you, young master..."

Jing Yushan's voice rang out softly. He dared not go any further. If it was the former, that would be fine, but if it was the latter, he didn't know how he would face it.

......

After leaving his father, Jing Mingde exchanged a few words with his brother Jing Mingzhi and then headed towards their respective guild halls.

Their meeting couldn't be known to anyone, so it all happened quietly.

But when he returned to the hall, he received a report from his subordinates about something.

"Sir, a woman impersonated a descendant of a neutral member of the organization to infiltrate the hall, but fortunately she was discovered by our people and is now trapped inside the hall."

"What should be done with this woman?"

Upon hearing the report, Jing Mingde looked indignant.

"You don't need to tell me such a small thing?"

Do you think I have a lot of free time?

"Anyone who dares to impersonate one of our people should be locked up in jail, found out who they really are, then crippled and thrown out."

Without the slightest hesitation, Jing Mingde said, "In a chaotic world like this, how can there be any good people?"

"Never mind, I'll go take a look anyway."

"You can't even handle this small matter, what use are you?"

Jing Mingde suddenly felt like he had missed something, so he turned around and walked towards the woman.