High Martial Arts Start with Ant Talent Fusion

Inside the room, Jing Mingde excitedly told his father that the woman behind him was very likely the person his father was looking for.

But his father's reaction was somewhat unexpected; instead of the excitement he had imagined, he was rather indifferent.

Does Father know about this?

"Okay, I understand."

"Little girl, come here and let this old man take a look..."

Jing Yushan spoke slowly and deliberately, sitting on a pear wood chair, his eyes fixed on the woman behind Jing Mingde.

Fang Ling had already learned from Jing Mingde on the way that the leader of Nirvana was a true Grandmaster. Suppressing her fear, she stood in front of Jing Yushan.

"Little girl, who else is in your family?"

"Go back to the head of the household; my father, mother, and brother are still at home..."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Jing Yushan exclaimed "Bravo!" three times, leaving Fang Ling somewhat confused.

Are your father and mother well?

"My father and mother are both well."

Fang Ling obediently replied.

"Okay, okay, okay, that's good."

There were four cheers again, and Fang Ling was completely confused.

Jing Mingde, standing to the side, was also completely bewildered. Why was his father suddenly saying such nonsensical things? Was he nearing his end and his mind had become muddled?

Or did practicing martial arts before damage your brain?

Jing Mingde should be thankful that his father, Jing Yushan, doesn't have mind-reading abilities; otherwise, he would probably have his head smashed.

However, he did not expect that the expression on his face would betray his inner thoughts, and coincidentally, this scene was seen by Jing Yushan.

Suddenly, a whip formed by the aura of a grandmaster lashed out at Jing Mingde.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, Jing Mingde knew that his father had slapped him again.

She quickly composed herself, then pretended not to know anything, silently looking ahead, not daring to look at her father again.

He was a real father, but the beatings were also real beatings.

Despite being a Grandmaster now, he's still a disobedient child when facing his father.

Fang Ling also heard the strange noise. Although she didn't know what had happened, her heart tightened involuntarily. Sure enough, the strong are not easy to deal with.

"Child, stretch out your hand so Grandpa can see it..."

Jing Yushan's kind voice rang out, and Jing Mingde, standing at the door, felt a pang of pain in his heart upon hearing it.

He felt that even as a biological son, he was treated worse than an outsider.

He either beats or scolds his own son, but he treats this little girl very well and lets her grandpa see her.

I think we'd be better off without this biological son!

"Mingde, pour your father a cup of tea."

"Yes, Father."

Jing Mingde eagerly poured tea for Jing Yushan, then stood at the door, staring intently ahead.

He doesn't look like a grandmaster at all.

This damn body of mine, why can't I control it?

If I'm this obedient again, I will never forgive myself.

"Mingde!"

"Father, you said..."

"Nothing, I just called you out of the blue."

"Yes, Father. What can I do for you?"

Jing Mingde thought this was fine too. If his father could always be by his side to beat and scold him, what difference would it make if he was beaten to death or deafened?

He was willing to do anything as long as his father didn't leave him.

Fang Ling couldn't understand what the father and son were doing, so she obediently stretched out her hand.

Jing Yushan's withered hand touched Fang Ling's delicate hand as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water, and in just an instant, he sensed a connection from their bloodlines.

Slowly close your eyes to conceal your inner excitement.

"Father, how is it?"

Jing Mingde asked anxiously from the side.

"Hahaha, surprised, aren't you? Unbelievable, right?"

"When someone you've been searching for for decades suddenly appears before your eyes, isn't it shocking? Isn't it like a dream?"

"I'm telling you, this isn't a dream."

"This is all thanks to my Uncle Xiaoji."

Xiao Ji's voice rang out at just the right moment; he seemed to already see Jing Yushan's incredulous and ecstatic expression.

"She's not..."

With a single, casual remark, the room fell completely silent.

"Haha, you're shocked, aren't you?"

"My master is the person you are looking for."

"Forehead..."

"Is this old man senile and saying something wrong? How could my master not be like that!"

"No, no, test my owner again."

Xiao Ji didn't react at first, but when he did, he started cursing. However, apart from Fang Ling, no one else could hear him.

Fang Ling was momentarily stunned upon hearing the old man's words, but quickly regained her composure.

Whether it is or not, it's all just external forces.

Since that's not the case, Fang Ling won't force it.

"Father, would you like to take another look?"

Jing Mingde also felt that his father might have misjudged the situation, as the girl gave him a feeling that other people with the surname Fang did not have.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't believe me? Do you think I'd be careless about this?"

After reprimanding Jing Mingde, he turned to Fang Ling and said, his voice suddenly changing 180 degrees.

"Little girl, although you are not the person Grandpa is looking for."

"But Grandpa thinks you're handsome, so here you are. With this, not many people in this chaotic capital will dare to bully you."

Then, to Jing Mingde's astonishment, he watched as his father handed the token of Nirvana to Fang Ling.

This is a square plaque made of special metal, with the mark of Nirvana printed on it.

"Alright, it's getting late, Grandpa should go to sleep too."

Fang Ling and Jing Mingde left the room. Since she wasn't the person Nirvana was looking for, there was no point in staying any longer. They left the medicine for Jing Mingde's daughter behind and then departed.

Jing Mingde took a bottle of white powder, and regardless of whether it was useful or not, let Fang Ling leave. Just in case, he arranged for his servants to escort her out of the chaotic city.

He looked preoccupied as Fang Ling left. He had originally planned to investigate Fang Ling's background, but that idea had vanished.

Father, why did you do this?

Do you really think your son didn't notice?

Jing Mingde stopped thinking about it and turned to leave. He didn't understand his father's actions, but his father must have his own reasons for doing so.

Back home, Fang Ling was still confused as to why he would give her this thing if she wasn't the person he was looking for.

Is it really because they think they're good-looking?

"That old bastard is blind and doesn't know anything."

"No wonder you're nearing your end; with that look in your eyes, who else but you is doomed!"

In his mind, Xiaoji's voice cursed loudly.

He used to confidently say that everything was under his control, but now look what's happened—he's got nothing under his control anymore.

Xiao Ji is now very suspicious: is there something wrong with him, or is there something wrong with the world?

Why is it that none of the things from my past life correspond to anything in my present life?

What use am I to my master?

He made himself feel like a complete waste.

Why did this happen? Logically, it shouldn't have ended like this.

"Alright, alright, if it's not true, it's not true."

"It's not like I can't live without this identity. Besides, it's not like I gained nothing this time. I even got a medal that I don't know what it's for."

"Let's take it slow, that's what makes it challenging. What's the point if it's the same as my previous life?"

Fang Ling is now comforting Xiao Ji instead.

"No, no, I will prove to my master that I am not useless."

"If it doesn't work this time, there's always next time."

"When the spiritual disease erupts, that will be the time for my little machine to display its divine power..."

Xiao Ji's words stunned Fang Ling once again.

Spiritual illness?

What is that?