Dual cultivation makes you stronger, everyone else is a prodigy, and I'm the only one slacking

The primordial holy land, thousands of miles away.

A young boy rushed to the fairy mountain and the sea of ​​clouds.

Her long, warm golden hair flowed in the wind, and her wide, moon-white cape with star patterns billowed behind her.

What a beautiful picture! Undeterred by the relentless pursuit of worldly life, youthful spirit remains serene and composed.

If you ignore the white-haired old man behind him, whose beard was trembling with anger.

The old man was agile and showed no signs of old age. He wore a red and gold scholar's robe and held a long stick with a ruler in his hand.

"Shen Jia, you stop right there!"

With a roar that echoed through the mountains, the old man was clearly furious.

The boy in front didn't even turn his head. "Am I stupid? Stop, or you'll twist my ears into a pretzel."

The old man behind him nearly choked on his breath. "You brat, look what you've done to your senior brothers!"

Shen Jia turned around and smiled innocently, "Didn't I tell them before I started making the medicine that its medicinal properties were not yet stable and that there would be some side effects after taking it?"

At this moment, three burly inner disciples, each eight feet tall, stood behind the old man, their faces filled with grief and indignation. One of them couldn't help but speak up, "Holy Lord, you must avenge us!"

The voice, once uttered, was delicate, melodious, and full of twists and turns.

The world seemed to fall silent for a moment, while the disciples who were passing by and watching the show burst into laughter.

The burly man's face turned green instantly.

Another senior brother covered his mouth, bit his lip, and his eyes were slightly red. "Holy Son, you only said it was temporary. Who knew it wouldn't turn back?"

The result was that this voice was even more tender and alluring.

Shen Jia paused for a moment, turned around and listened carefully, her eyes lighting up.

"Senior brother, I've actually refined a elixir that allows for temporary transformation. Do you want it?"

"..."

The white-haired old man flew into a rage, "Shen! Jia! You brat, take this beating from your master!"

The old man suddenly released the ruler from his hand, and with a loud bang, terrifying spiritual power erupted. The ruler, a long stick, tore through the sky and flew to Shen Jia with lightning speed.

Shen Jia smiled slightly, only tilting his head slightly to the side, and the long ruler just brushed past his ear.

The boy even raised his hand to tidy his hair, which had been messed up by the wind.

The next instant, a distant mountain peak suddenly trembled, and the ruler-like stick crashed into the mountainside with lightning speed. Rocks tumbled down the entire mountain, and dust billowed everywhere. When the dust settled, everyone realized that half of the mountain was gone.

The disciples of the Primordial Holy Land were already used to it.

"Old man, your aim isn't good!"

The Holy Lord snorted coldly, his beard trembling with anger. "If you've got the guts, then don't try to hide."

"That won't work."

Shen Jia retorted confidently, "In a few years, once I've mastered all your skills, you'll be even less able to beat me."

The Holy Lord's chest heaved violently as he pointed at him and cursed, "You traitor! If I don't break your legs today, I'll take your surname!"

Shen Jia raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Take my surname? That's fine, old man, you'd better think of a name first. Or I can just give you one randomly? How about Shen Amao?"

"Shen, Jia..."

Seeing that the old man was about to erupt again, Shen Jia was about to make a quick getaway when an inner disciple rushed over. "Holy Lord, news has come from the outer realms."

The anger on the Holy Lord's face subsided slightly.

"What is it?"

"The seven families that went to Dongbao Continent were defeated."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jia paused slightly in his escape.

The disciple continued, "The Second Elder of the Shen family has perished, and the inheritance of the Myriad Emotions Path was destroyed by the envoys of the Divine Realm..."

The white-haired old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Who is leading the Shen family's team?"

"Shen Yuan."

Upon hearing this name, Shen Jia's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He was actually quite familiar with the name Shen Yuan. His master had mentioned him before; he was his grandfather, but that was just a name.

He was taken to the Primordial Holy Land not long after his birth. He has never returned to the Shen family in all these years. No one from the Shen family has come looking for him; to be precise, they don't know where he went to the Primordial Holy Land.

Therefore, the Shen family naturally didn't have much affection for him.

At this moment, the Holy Lord suddenly turned to look at him.

Seeing that gaze, Shen Jia subconsciously took a step back.

The moment the old man's eyes twitched, he knew he was up to no good.

"What are you doing?" Shen Jia's whole body tensed up.

The old man stroked his beard and chuckled, "You haven't been back for many years. Now that something has happened to the Shen family, why don't you go back and take a look?"

Shen Jia was taken aback. "Go back to the Shen family? What's the point of going back? No, no, I'm not going back."

But the old man stared straight at him, looking mysterious and unfathomable.

Shen Jia swallowed hard. "Old man, don't look at me like that..."

"I've calculated with my fingers, and this journey will bring you a tribulation of love..."

Shen Jia: "A love tribulation? Old man, you must be talking nonsense. I am the Holy Son of the Primordial Beginning, destined by Heaven. How could I be trapped by a love tribulation? What a joke."

Just as he was at a loss, the old man in front of him suddenly disappeared. Shen Jia's expression changed, and the next moment a hand had already accurately pinched his ear.

Shen Jia immediately bent over, "Ouch, old man, let go."

"Let go? You brat, you've made this old man chase you up several mountains! Now go apologize to your senior brothers right now, and then read out the antidote to me. If their voices don't change back before dark, you're finished."

Seeing Shen Jia bow down on the spot and finally become obedient, the Holy Lord finally felt relieved.

He waved his hand, and the long ruler that was embedded in the mountain peak rose from the ground and flew back to his side.

The ruler hung in mid-air, its light flickering slightly, and it circled around Shen Jia, deliberately making a round.

Shen Jia stared at the ruler and said in a low voice, "Try turning it again."

The ruler vibrated twice and then spun even more enthusiastically.

"Very good. When the old man ascends to heaven one day, I will take you to be used as a chew toy by the big yellow dog on the back mountain."

The ruler froze, and Shen Jia burst into laughter, "If you keep showing off, I'll use you to hang up the senior brothers' stinky socks."

The ruler instantly revealed itself, transforming into a giant long stick, poised to strike him.

Shen Jia covered his head and ran away, yelling, "Oh dear, old man, you have to do something about it! It's going to kill someone!"

The Holy Lord stroked his beard, pretending not to hear.

Such chaos and disorder occurred every few days in the Primordial Holy Land, and everyone was used to it.

Shen Jia was just dodging the sticks while pondering something.

A love tribulation? What kind of person could cause him to fall into a love tribulation?